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SCENE SIX
THE NEXT MORNING

(As the light brightens, we see that 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 fromhis face. The PHANTOM springs up and rounds on her furiously.
She clearly sees his face. The audience does not, as his 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 lying Delilah!
You little viper -
Now you cannot ever be free!

Damn you...
Curse you...

(A pause)

Stranger than you dreamt it -
can you even dare to look
or bear to think of me:
this loathesome gargoyle, who
burns in hell, but secretly
yearns for heaven,
secretly...
secretly...

But, Christine...

Fear can
turn to love - you'll
learn to see, to
find the man
behind the
monster: this...
replulsive
carcass, who
seems a beast, but secretly
dreams of beaty,
secretly...
secretly...

Oh, Christine...

(He holds out his hand for the mask, which she gives to him. He
puts it on, turning towards the audience as he sings):

Come we must return -
those two fools
who run the theatre
will be missing you.

(The lair sinks into the floor as CHRISTINE and the PHANTOM leave)

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