We were accompanied by a music which I do not know: it was behind the wall and wonderfully accurate. You have no idea, though you have heard the voice, of what those lessons were like. I agreed and never failed to keep the appointment which it gave me in my dressing-room. It asked leave to give me lessons every day. I thought that it had finally come, and from that time onward, the voice and I became great friends. I had never got the Angel of Music whom my poor father had promised to send me as soon as he was dead. And it not only sang, but it spoke to me and answered my questions, like a real man’s voice, with this difference, that it was as beautiful as the voice of an angel. I went out and looked everywhere but, as you know, my dressing-room is very much by itself and I could not find the voice outside my room, whereas it went on steadily inside. The first time I heard it, I thought, as you did, that that adorable voice was singing in another room. Indianapolis: Bobbs-Merrill, 1911.ĬHRISTINE: I had heard him for three months without seeing him. NOTE: This monologue is reprinted from The Phantom of the Opera. A monologue from the novel by Gaston Leroux
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