Little Lotte
CHRISTINE'S DRESSING ROOM
(Meanwhile RAOUL ANDRE, FIRMIN, and MME.
FIRMIN are seen making their way towards the dressing
room, the MANAGERS in high spirits, bearing
champagne)
ANDRE
A tour de force! No other way to describe it!
FIRMIN
What a relief ! Not a single refund!
MME. FIRMIN
Greedy.
ANDRE
Richard, I think we've made quite a discovery in Miss
Daae!
FIRMIN (to RAOUL, indicating CHRISTINE 'S
dressing room)
Here we are, Monsieur le Vicomte.
RAOUL
Gentlemen if you wouldn't mind. This is one visit I
should prefer to make unaccompanied.
(He takes the champagne from FIRMIN)
ANDRE
As you wish, monsieur.
(They bow and move off)
FIRMIN
They appear to have met before . . .
(RAOUL knocks at the door and enters)
RAOUL
Christine Daae, where is your scarf?
CHRISTINE
Monsieur?
RAOUL
You can't have lost it. After all the trouble I took.
I was just fourteen and soaked to the skin . . .
CHRISTINE
Because you had run into the sea to fetch my scarf.
Oh, Raoul. So it is you!
RAOUL
Christine.
(They embrace and laugh. She moves away and sits at her
dressing table)
RAOUL
"Little Lotte let her mind wander . . ."
CHRISTINE
You remember that, too . . .
RAOUL (continuing)
". . . Little Lotte thought: Am I fonder
of dolls . . ."
BOTH (CHRISTINE joining in)
". . . or of goblins,
of shoes . . ."
CHRISTINE
". . . or of riddles.
of frocks . . ."
RAOUL
Those picnics in the attic . . .
". . . or of chocolates . . ."
CHRISTINE
Father playing the violin . . .
RAOUL
As we read to each other
dark 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 my
head!"
BOTH
". . . the Angel of Music sings song in my
head!"
CHRISTINE (turning in her chair to look at him)
Father said, "When I'm in heaven, child, I will send the
Angel of Music to you". Well, father is dead, Raoul, and
I have been visited by the Angel of Music.
RAOUL
No doubt of it. And now we'll go to supper!
CHRISTINE
No, Raoul, the Angel of Music is very strict.
RAOUL
I shan't keep you up late!
CHRISTINE
No, Raoul . . .
RAOUL
You must change. I must get my hat. Two minutes Little
Lotte.
(He hurries out)
CHRISTINE (calling after him)
Raoul!
(quietly picking up her hand mirror)
Things have changed, Raoul.
(Tremulous music. CHRISTINE hears the
PHANTOM'S voice, seemingly from behind her dressing
room mirror)