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Angel of Music
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AFTER THE GALA
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(The curtain closes upstage. BALLET GIRLS, from the
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wings gush around CHRISTINE who hands each a flower
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from her bouquet. REYER stiffly gives his approval)
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GIRY (to CHRISTINE)
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Yes, you did well. He will be pleased.
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(to the DANCERS)
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And you! You were a disgrace tonight! Such ronds de
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jambe! Such temps de cuisse!
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Here we rehearse. Now!
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(She emphasizes this with her cane.
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The BALLET GIRLS settle into rehearsal upstage, GlRY
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keeping time with her stick. Variations on this continue
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throughout the scene)
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(CHRISTINE moves slowly, downstage, away from the
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DANCERS as her dressing room becomes visible.
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Unseen by her, MEG also moves away and follows her.
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As CHRISTINE is about to open the dressing room door,
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she hears the PHANTOM's voice out of nowhere)
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PHANTOM'S VOICE
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Bravi, bravi, bravissimi . . .
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(CHRISTINE is bewildered by the voice. MEG,
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following, has not heard it. CHRISTINE turns in
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surprise, and is relieved to see her)
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MEG
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Where in the world
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have you been hiding?
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Really, you were
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perfect!
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I only wish
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I knew your secret!
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Who is this new
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tutor?
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CHRISTINE (abstracted, entering the dressing room)
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Father once spoke
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of an angel . . .
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I used to dream he'd
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appear . . .
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Now as I sing,
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I can sense him . . .
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And I know
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he's here . . .
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(trance-like)
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Here in this room
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he calls me softly . . .
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somewhere inside . . .
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hiding . . .
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Somehow I know
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he's always with me . . .
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he - the unseen
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genius . . .
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MEG (uneasily)
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Christine, you must have
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been dreaming . . .
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stories like this can't
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come true . . .
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Christine, you're talking
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in riddles . . .
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and it's not
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like you . . .
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CHRISTINE (not hearing her, ecstatic)
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Angel of Music!
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Guide
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and guardian!
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Grant to me your
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glory!
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MEG (to herself)
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Who is this angel?
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This . . .
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BOTH
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Angel of Music!
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Hide no longer!
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Secret and strange
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angel . . .
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CHRISTINE (darkly)
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He's with me, even now . . .
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MEG (bewildered)
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Your hands are cold . . .
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CHRISTINE;
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All around me . . .
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MEG
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Your face, Christine,
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it's white . . .
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CHRISTINE
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It frightens me . . .
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MEG
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Don't be frightened . . .
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(THEY look at each other The moment is broken
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by the arrival of GIRY)
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GIRY
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Meg Giry. Are you a dancer? Then come and
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practice.
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(MEG leaves and joins the DANCERS)
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My dear, I was asked to give you this.
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(She hands CHRlSTlNE a note, and exits.
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CHRISTINE opens it and reads)
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CHRISTINE
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A red scarf . . . the attic . . . Little Lotte . . .
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Angel of Music
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Phantom Of The Opera |