Andrew Lloyd Webber Little Lotte-the Mirror (phantom Of The Opera)
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 song in my
head!”
PHANTOM
Insolent boy!
This slave
of fashion
basking in your
glory!
Ignorant fool!
This brave
young suitor,
sharing in my
triumph!
CHRISTINE (spell-bound)
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 (ecstatic)
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 ...
Come to me: Angel of Music ...
RAOUL
Whose is that voice . . .?
Who is that in there . . .?
PHANTOM
I am your Angel of Music . . .
Come to me: Angel of Music . . .
RAOUL
Christine! Angel!
