THE NEXT MORNING

(As the light brightens, we see the PHANTOM seated at

the organ playing with furious concentration. He breaks

off occasionally to write the music down. There is a

musical box in the shape of a barrel organ beside the bed.

Mysteriously, it plays as CHRISTINE

wakes up. The music keeps her in a half-trance)

CHRISTINE

I remember

there was mist . . .

swirling mist

upon a vast, glassy lake . . .

There were candles

all around

and on the lake there

was a boat,

and in the boat

there was a man . . .

(She rises and approaches the PHANTOM who does not

see her As she reaches for his mask, he turns, almost

catching her. This happens several times)

Who was that shape

in the shadows?

Whose is the face

in the mask?

(She finally succeeds in tearing the mask from his face.

The PHANTOM springs up and rounds on her furiously.

She clearly sees his face. The audience does not, as he is

standing in profile and in shadow)

PHANTOM

Damn you!

You little prying

Pandora!

You little demon -

is this what you wanted to see?

Curse you!

You little Iying

Delilah!

You little viper!

now you cannot ever be free!

Damn you . . .

Curse you . . .

(a pause