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I knew I was saved the first time I saw her. They were on the beach, she and her father. It was night, but there was enough of a glow emanating from the full moon that I could study her face.
Erik- I slowly crept out of the opera house. I threw on my hood and ran off into the night. I found shelter wherever I could, mostly in alleys.
Christine-I woke up in a strange bed and was engulfed in a shower of embraces. “Where am I?” I asked. As my vision started to clear, I could see everyone from the opera house crowded around me.
Christine- I couldn’t bear to look back. I knew that if I did I would see his face one last time and I would never ever be able to let go. “Christine, are you alright?” Raoul asked. “Yes…I’m fine.
I was watching this... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UC5lMrQf69Q&feature=youtube_gdata_player Three of the five phantoms sang and then i watched another one when Michael Crawford sang I got chills.
They conjured up some ponce Who haunted fair Paris, Called himself the Phantom Of the Opera you see.
R: Miss Giry, I'm not afraid of him. I've bested him before and if he ever had the courage to meet me face to face, man to man... No, no it can't be. P: Not afraid of me, you say.
I remember there was mist, swirling mist upon a vast, glossy lake. There were candles all around and on the lake there was a boat. And in the boat there was a man. Who was that shape in the shadows.
[Christine] I must go, they'll wonder where I am Come with me Raoul... [Raoul] Christine, I love you... [Christine] Order your fine horses Be with them at the door.