The Phantom of the Opera

The Phantom and Christine began their strange journey to his lair underground. " In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came . . ." He held a lantern to light their way thru the dank wetness of the caver ns to which they descended. "That voice which calls to me and speaks my name . . ." He held her hand confidently, knowing she was too entranced to run away. "And do I dream again? For now I find the Phantom of the Opera is there - inside my mind . . ." He peered into the darkness as she looked at him in fascination. "Sing once again with me our strange duet . . ." he now faced her, his white mask almost ethereal in the darkness by the lanterns dim glow. "My power over you grows stronger yet . . ." He released her hand, Christine looked back into the blackness of the tunnel behind her "And though you turn from me, to glance behind" He gently put two fingers under her chin and turned her head back to him. "The Phantom of the Opera is there - inside your mind . . ." he took hold of her wrist and held it at the level of her eyes, pulling her forward.

"Those who have seen your face draw back in fear . . . I am the mask you wear . . ."She stared transfixed on his face. The side she could see was that of a handsome man in his forties. His black hair slicked done perfectly, the opposite of Raoul's in inviting sandy waves. Deep dark eyes set in fair skin. A strong jaw, Roman nose. He was perfection and yet half of his face was concealed. "It's me they hear . . ." Simultaneously they connected. "Your/my spirit and your/my voice, in one combined: the Phantom of the Opera is there inside your/my mind . . .

"They disappeared into the shadows. The Phantom knew his way by heart. Christine felt him lift her and put her into a boat. He stood in the large black gondola and pushed off from the rocky edge. The lantern now hung on the edge. Christine sat at the bow in disbelief; this was something out of a mystery tale... She could almost hear distant voices "He's there, the Phantom of the Opera . . . Beware the Phantom of the Opera . . ." He needed to call her back "In all your fantasies, you always knew that man and mystery . . . "

". . . Were both in you . . . "he grinned as he echoed her thoughts with her. "And in this labyrinth, where night is blind, the Phantom of the Opera is there/here inside your/my mind . . . ". As they neared his lair candles seemed to rise out of the lake. They came upon it and she saw a huge golden organ that occupied the entire wall of this cavern. It was covered with candles and music notes, a few quills. The boat came to an inlet and rested, seemingly alone. He jumped out and helped Christine out delicately. "Sing, my Angel of Music!" Seeing his whole face now, fixated by his handsome features that were juxtaposed to the blank white leather, she was hypnotized and obeyed:

"He's there,

The Phantom of the Opera . . ." She began to vocalize strangely, her song becoming more and more extravagant. She ended on the highest not she had ever hit and the powerful sound reverberated off the walls. Shocked at herself, Christine touched her throat looking at him with her eyes wide and her mouth still open. He gave her the most bewitching half smile.