Andrew Lloyd Webber - Little Lotte/The Mirror Lyrics
LITTLE LOTTECHRISTINE'S DRESSING ROOM(Meanwhile RAOUL ANDRE, FIRMIN, and MME.FIRMIN are seen making their way towards the dressingroom, the MANAGERS in high spirits, bearingchampagne)ANDREA tour de force! No other way to describe it!FIRMINWhat a relief ! Not a single refund!MME. FIRMINGreedy.ANDRERichard, I think we've made quite a discovery in MissDaae!FIRMIN (to RAOUL, indicating CHRISTINE 'Sdressing room)Here we are, Monsieur le Vicomte.RAOULGentlemen if you wouldn't mind. This is one visit Ishould prefer to make unaccompanied.(He takes the champagne from FIRMIN)ANDREAs you wish, monsieur.(They bow and move off)FIRMINThey appear to have met before . . .(RAOUL knocks at the door and enters)RAOULChristine Daae, where is your scarf?CHRISTINEMonsieur?RAOULYou can't have lost it. After all the trouble I took.I was just fourteen and soaked to the skin . . .CHRISTINEBecause you had run into the sea to fetch my scarf.Oh, Raoul. So it is you!RAOULChristine.(They embrace and laugh. She moves away and sits at herdressing table)RAOUL"Little Lotte let her mind wander . . ."CHRISTINEYou remember that, too . . .RAOUL (continuing)". . . Little Lotte thought: Am I fonderof dolls . . ."BOTH (CHRISTINE joining in)". . . or of goblins,of shoes . . ."CHRISTINE". . . or of riddles.of frocks . . ."RAOULThose picnics in the attic . . .". . . or of chocolates . . ."CHRISTINEFather playing the violin . . .RAOULAs we read to each otherdark 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 myhead!"BOTH". . . the Angel of Music sings song in myhead!"CHRISTINE (turning in her chair to look at him)Father said, "When I'm in heaven, child, I will send theAngel of Music to you". Well, father is dead, Raoul, andI have been visited by the Angel of Music.RAOULNo doubt of it. And now we'll go to supper!CHRISTINENo, Raoul, the Angel of Music is very strict.RAOULI shan't keep you up late!CHRISTINENo, Raoul . . .RAOULYou must change. I must get my hat. Two minutes LittleLotte.(He hurries out)CHRISTINE (calling after him)Raoul!(quietly picking up her hand mirror)Things have changed, Raoul.(Tremulous music. CHRISTINE hears thePHANTOM'S voice, seemingly from behind her dressingroom mirror)THE MIRRORPHANTOM'S VOICEInsolent boy!This slaveof fashionbasking in yourglory!Ignorant fool!This braveyoung suitor,sharing in mytriumph!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'S VOICEFlattering child,you shall know me,see why in shadowI hide!Look at your facein the mirror -I am thereinside!(The figure of the PHANTOM becomes discerniblebehind the mirror)CHRISTINE (ecstatic)Angel of Music!Guide and guardian!Grant to me yourglory!Angel of Music!Hide no longer!Come to me, strangeangel...PHANTOM"S VOICEI am your Angel ...Come to me: Angel of Music ...(CHRISTINE walks towards the glowing,shimmering glass. Meanwhile, RAOUL hasreturned. He hears the voices and is puzzled. Hetries the door It is locked)RAOULWhose is that voice . . .?Who is that in there . . .?(Inside the room the mirror opens. Behind it, inan inferno of white light, stands the PHANTOM.He reaches forward and takes CHRISTINE firmly,but not fiercely, by the wrist. His touch is cold,and CHRISTINE gasps)PHANTOMI am your Angel of Music . . .Come to me: Angel of Music . . .(CHRISTINE disappears through the mirror,which closes behind her The door of the dressingroom suddenly unlocks and swings open, andRAOUL enters to find the room empty)RAOULChristine! Angel!
