Little Lotte / The Mirror (Angel Of Music)

RAOUL 'Little Lotte let her mind wander...' CHRISTINE You remember that, too... RAOUL (continuing) '...Little Lotte thought: Am I fonder of dolls...' BOTH (CHRISTINE joining in) '...or of goblins, of shoes...' CHRISTINE '...or of riddles, of frocks...' RAOUL Those picnics in the attic... '...or of chocolates...' CHRISTINE Father playing the violin... RAOUL As we read to each other dark stories of the North... CHRISTINE 'No - what I love best, Lotte said, is when I'm asleep in my bed, and the Angel of Music sings songs in my head!' BOTH '...the Angel of Music sings songs in my head!' PHANTOM'S VOICE Insolent boy! This slave of fashion, basking in your glory! Ignorant fool! This brave young suitor, sharing in my triumph! CHRISTINE (spellbound) Angel! I hear you! Speak - I listen... stay by my side, guide me! Angel, my soul was weak - forgive me... enter at last, Master! PHANTOM'S VOICE Flattering child, you shall know me, see why in shadow I hide! Look at your face in the mirror - I am there inside! (The figure of the PHANTOM becomes discernible behind the mirror) CHRISTINE (ecstatic) Angel of Music! Guide and guardian! Grant to me your glory! Angel of Music! Hide no longer! Come to me, strange angel... PHANTOM'S VOICE I am your Angel... Come to me: Angel of Music... (CHRISTINE walks towards the glowing, shimmering glass. Meanwhile, RAOUL has returned. He hears the voices and is puzzled. He tries the door. It's locked) RAOUL Whose is that voice...? Who is that in there...? (Inside the room the mirror opens. Behind it, in an inferno of white light, stands the PHANTOM. He reaches forward and takes CHRISTINE firmly, but not fiercely, by the wrist. His touch is cold and CHRISTINE gasps) PHANTOM I am your Angel of Music... Come to me: Angel of Music... (CHRISTINE disappears through the mirror, which closes behind her. The door of the dressing room suddenly unlocks and swings open, and RAOUL enters to find the room empty) RAOUL Christine! Angel!