Little Lotte…/The Mirror…(Angel of Music)

Raoul:(Spoken)
Little Lotte, let her mind wander. Little Lotte thought, Am I fonder of dolls or of goblins or of shoes?

Christine:(Spoken)
Raoul.

Raoul:(Spoken)
Or of riddles or frocks?

Christine:(Spoken)
Those Picnics in the attic.

Raoul:(Spoken)
Or of chocolates.

Christine:(Spoken)
father playing the violin

Raoul:(Spoken)
As we read to each other, dark stories of the north

Christine:(Spoken)
No, What I loved best, Lottie Said, was when I'm asleep in my bed.
(Sung)
And the angel of music sings songs in my head

Christine and Raoul:
The angel of music sings songs in my head.

Raoul:(Spoken)
You sang like an angel tonight.

Christine:(Spoken)
Father said When I am in heaven, Child, I will send the angel of music to you. Well, father is dead, Raoul. And I have been visited by the angel of music.

Raoul:(Spoken)
Oh, no doubt of it. And now, we go to supper.

Christine:(Spoken; stern)
No, Raoul, the angel of music is very strict.

Raoul:(Spoken; playful)
Well I shant keep you too late. (Laughs)

Christine:(Spoken; stern)
Raoul, No.

Raoul:(Spoken; ignoring her)
You must change. I'll order my carriage. Two minutes, Little Lotte.

Christine:(Spoken)
No, Raoul, wait! (Christine runs up to the door after Raul. As she reaches for the door, PHANTOM sings)

Phantom: (sudden loudness at first)
Insolent boy/this slave of fashion/basking in your glory/Ignorant fool/this brave young suitor, sharing in my triumph!

Christine: (bewildered)
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:
Flattering child, you shall know me/See why in shadow I hide/Look at your face in the mirror/I am there inside

Christine:
Angel of music/guide and guardian/grant to me your glory/angel of music/hide no longer/come to me, strange angel.

Phantom:
I am your angel of music/come to me, angel of music.
(Christine walks towards PHANTOM in a trance; mist fills the floor)

Raoul:(Spoken)
Whose is that voice? Who is that in there?
(Christine still walking)

Phantom:
I am your angel of music
(gloved hand [phantom's] comes out of opened mirror; Christine reaches for it)

Raoul:(Spoken)
Christine! Christine!

Phantom:
Come to me, angel of music
(Christine grasps Phantom's hand)