BEYOND THE LAKE THE NEXT MORNING

(Finally they arrive in the PHANTOM'S lair. Downstage

the candles in the lake lift up revealing giant

candelabrums outlining the space. The boat turns into a

bed. There is a huge pipe organ. The PHANTOM sits at

the organ and takes over the accompaniment)

PHANTOM

I have brought you

to the seat of sweet

music's throne . . .

to this kingdom

where all must pay

homage to music . . .

music . . .

You have come here,

for one purpose,

and one alone . . .

Since the moment

I first heard you sing,

I have needed

you with me,

to serve me, to sing,

for my music . . .

my music . . .

(changing mood)

Night-time sharpens,

heightens each sensation . . .

Darkness stirs and

wakes imagination . . .

Silently the senses

abandon their defences . . .

Slowly, gently

night unfurls its splendour . . .

Grasp it, sense it -

tremulous and tender . . .

Turn your face away

from the garish light of day,

turn your thoughts away

from cold, unfeeling light -

and listen to

the music of the night . . .

Close your eyes

and surrender to your

darkest dreams!

Purge your thoughts

of the life

you knew before!

Close your eyes,

let your spirit

start to soar!

And you'll live

as you've never

lived before . . .

Softly, deftly,

music shall surround you . . .

Feel it, hear it,

closing in around you . . .

Open up your mind,

let your fantasies unwind,

in this darkness which

you know you cannot fight -

the darkness of

the music of the night . . .

Let your mind

start a journey through a

strange new world!

Leave all thoughts

of the world

you knew before!

Let your soul

Take you where you

long to be !

Only then

can you belong

to me . . .

Floating, falling,

sweet intoxication!

Touch me, trust me

savour each sensation!

Let the dream begin,

let your darker side give in

to the power of the music that I write -

the power of the music of the night . . .

(During all this, the PHANTOM has conditioned

CHRISTINE to the coldness of his touch and her fingers

are brave enough to stray to his mask and caress it, with

no hint of removing it. The PHANTOM leads her to a

large mirror from which he removes a dust cover and in

which we see the image of CHRISTINE, a perfect wax-

face impression, wearing a wedding gown. CHRISTINE

moves slowly towards it when suddenly the image thrusts

its hands through the mirror towards her She faints. The

PHANTOM catches her and carries her to the bed, where

he lays her down.)

PHANTOM

You alone can make my song take flight -

help me make the music of the night . .