PHANTOM:
Ah, Christine, my Christine
What a triumph you gave me tonight
My Christine
All the dark silent years now set right!
Ah, Christine

CHRISTINE:
The song was beautiful
It sounded beautiful
Every note, every word

And it felt beautiful
And I felt beautiful

PHANTOM/CHRISTINE:
Lost in the music once more
Feeling it rise up and soar
Alive once again

CHRISTINE (Reading):
My dearest wife

RAOUL:
Little Lotte, I beg you, forgive me
CHRISTINE:
Raoul, no...

RAOUL:
Little Lotte
Ah, what fools we once were

Long ago in our youth
In Paris at the opera
Romantic idiot

CHRISTINE:
Those two people are gone

CHRISTINE/RAOUL:
Now I must go
Our choices are made
The opera is done
The last notes have been played

RAOUL:
May your angel of music
Watch over you now
And give you what I wish
I gave you somehow
Yours, in regret -

CHRISTINE:
Raoul

Gustave...

PHANTOM:
What is it?

CHRISTINE:
Gustave!

PHANTOM:
What's wrong?!

CHRISTINE:
I told him to wait for Raoul! Before asked me to--- Surely he wouldn't...!

PHANTOM:
That perfidious Raoul
I will kill that drunken fool!
That he dare take this child
A child that isn't his!

SQUELCH:
(Sir?)
The Vicomte de Chagny
Left here alone, sir
Saw with my own eyes, sir
There was no one with him
Was there anyone else here backstage?
PHANTOM:
Madame Giry, she was here
With her vicious little sneer
And that comment she made
The ungrateful back-biting snake!

Go now quickly
Bring her round!
Bring the boy back safe and sound
Then I'll make that vixen pay!

MADAME GIRY:
(What is the meaning of this? How dare your circus ghosts manhandle me in this fashion?)

PHANTOM:
(The boy, woman! What have you done with him?)

MADAME GIRY:
(The boy? You think I took the boy? Why would I do such a thing? Do you think I don't know who he is?)

FLECK:
(Sir?)
I just passed Meg's dressing room
It was silent as a tomb
But her mirror was smashed
All in pieces on the floor

MADAME GIRY:
God I left her, so distraught
Please, who knows just what she thought
I'm afraid she's come undone
But she won't hurt him

CHIRSTINE:
Gustave. My poor Gustave!

MADAME GIRY:
Meg would never hurt him
How could she hurt him?