Andrew Lloyd Webber The Phantom Confronts Christine
CHRISTINE:
(spoken worriedly) Gustave! It's alright!
Gustave please, take him away!
I'm so sorry! He didn't mean any harm!
PHANTOM:
How could you think I wouldn't guess?
CHRISTINE:
(spoken) What do you mean?
PHANTOM:
How could you think I wouldn't know?
CHRISTINE:
(spoken) Oh no!
PHANTOM:
Do you have something to confess?
CHRISTINE:
(spoken) Please don't make me!
PHANTOM:
(louder, almost shout-singing)
I want the truth right now if so!
CHRISTINE:
Once upon another time,
You went off and left me alone
But that's not all you did,
You left me with a son
Ever since that other time
I wished, how I wished you'd have known
I kept the secret hid
The secret my marrige forbid
What else could I have done?
Just love,
PHANTOM:
Our son!
CHRISTINE:
Just live,
PHANTOM:
My son!
CHRISTINE:
Just give what I could give,
And take what little I deserve
PHANTOM:
(spoken) My own flesh and blood,
And even he recoils in horror from me,
Just like his mother
CHRISTINE:
Forgive me, I beg you,
If you can,
I've brought you nothing but woe,
Tomorrow night I'll sing with all my might
Sing for you again!
(spoken) Then we'll go
PHANTOM:
From out of ugliness, such light
From out of darkness, such a flame!
In him, my wrongness is made right,
And yet he loathes me just the same!
(angry and louder)
So let him shun me in disgust!
Let him flee this cursed face!
If I must hide from him I must!
Yet shall he be my saving grace!
For Christine, My Christine,
If it's true I've no reason to live,
Then Christine, Then our boy
Shall have all I can give!
Ah Christine!
All I create on this earth!
All that I'll never be worth,
All shall be his!
MADAME GIRY:
Ten long years and he casts us aside
Ten long years, this is how we're repaid?
Ten long dark of toil and tears
Now what we worked for will go to that child!
All our hopes were at last in our grasp
All our dreams and the plans that we layed
Everything is vanishing
And we get discarded, rejected, reviled!
All of the bonds in between have been torn!
All of the love that we gave him was worn!
All would be ours if that b#*!%$#! had never been born!
