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Ludicrous, have you seen the score? Simply ludicrous It's the final straw This is lunacy, well, you know my views Utter lunacy But we daren't refuse Not another chandelier Look, my friend, what we have here "Dear Andre, re my orchestrations We need another first bassoon Get a player with tone and that third trombone has to go The man could not be deafer so please preferably one who plays in tune" "Dear Firmin, vis a vis my opera Some chorus members must be sacked If you could, find out which has a sense of pitch Wisely, though, I've managed to assign a rather minor role to those who cannot act" Outrage! What is it now? This whole affair is an outrage! Signora, please Now what's the matter? Have you seen the size of my part? Signora, listen It's an insult Not you as well Just look at this, it's an insult! Please, understand Signor, Signora The things I have to do for my art If you can call this gibberish "art" Ah, here's our little flower Ah, Miss Daae, quite the lady of the hour You have secured the largest role in this "Don Juan" Christine Daae, she doesn't have the voice Signora, please! Then I take it, you're agreeing She's behind this It appears we have no choice She's the one behind this, Christine Daae! How dare you? I'm not a fool! You evil woman, how dare you? You think I'm blind? This isn't my fault! I don't want any part in this plot Miss Daae, surely But why not? What does she say, it's your decision But why not? She's backing out You have a duty I cannot sing it, duty or not Christine, Christine You don't have to, they can't make you Please monsieur, another note (oh) "Fondest greetings to you all A few instructions just before rehearsal starts Carlotta must be taught to act" Not her normal trick of strutting round the stage Our Don Juan must lose some weight It's not healthy in a man of Piangi's age And my managers must learn That their place is in an office, not the arts As for Miss Christine Daae No doubt she'll do her best It's true, her voice is good She knows, though Should she wish to excel She has much still to learn If pride will let her return to me Her teacher, her teacher Your obedient friend "... and angel" We have all been blind And yet the answer is staring us in the face This could be the chance to ensnare our clever friend We're listening, go on We shall play his game Perform his work but remember we hold the ace For, if Miss Daae sings, he is certain to attend We make certain the doors are barred We make certain our men are there We make certain they're armed The curtain falls, his reign will end Madness! I'm not so sure, not if it works This is madness! The tide will turn Monsieur, believe me There is no way of turning the tide You stick to ballet Then help us! Monsieur, I can't Instead of warning us, help us! I wish I could Don't make excuses Or could it be that you're on his side? Monsieur, believe me, I intend no ill But messieurs, be careful, we have seen him kill We say he'll fall and fall he will! She's the one behind this! Christine! This is all her doing, this is the truth! Christine Daae! This is his undoing! If you succeed, you free us all This so called "angel" has to fall Monsieur, I beg you, do not do this This will seal his fate If you don't stop, I'll go mad Raoul, I'm frightened Don't make me do this Raoul, it scares me Don't put me through this Ordeal by fire He'll take me, I know We'll be parted forever He won't let me go What I once used to dream I now dread If he finds me, it won't ever end And he'll always be there Singing songs in my head He'll always be there Singing songs in my head (she's mad) You said yourself He was nothing but a man Yet while he lives He will haunt us 'til we're dead Twisted every way, what answer can I give? Am I to risk my life, to win the chance to live? Can I betray the man who once inspired my voice? Do I become his prey, do I have any choice? He kills without a thought, he murders all that's good I know I can't refuse, and yet, I wish I could Oh God, if I agree what horrors wait for me In this, the phantom's opera? Christine, Christine Don't think that I don't care But every hope and every prayer Rests on you now ย So, it is to be war between us But this time, clever friend The disaster will be yours ย Don Juan, Signor Piangi, here is the phrase Those who tangle with Don Juan If you please? Those who tangle with Don Juan No, no, nearly but no "Those who tan, tan, tan" Those who tangle with Don Juan His way is better, at least he make it sound like music Signora, would you speak that way in the presence of the composer? The composer is not here and if he were here, I would Are you certain of that, Signora? So, once again, after seven Five, six, seven Those who tangle with Don Juan Ah, piu non posso No one really cares Those whotangle with... Poor young maiden for the thrill On your tongue of stolen sweets You will have to pay the bill Tangled in the winding sheets ย In sleep he sang to me In dreams he came That voice which calls to me And speaks my name ย