Andrew Lloyd Webber
Little Lotte / The Mirror (Angel of Music)
[RAOUL, spoken]
Little Lotte let her mind wander
Little Lotte thought, "Am I fonder of dolls or of goblins or shoes?"

[CHRISTINE, spoken]
Raoul

[RAOUL, spoken]
"Or of riddles or frocks?"

[CHRISTINE, spoken]
Those picnics in the attic

[RAOUL, spoken]
"Or of chocolates?"

[CHRISTINE, spoken]
Father playing the violin

[RAOUL, spoken]
As we read to each other dark stories of the North

[CHRISTINE, spoken]
"No"
"What I love best", Lotte said, "is when I'm asleep in my bed"
[CHRISTINE]
"And the Angel of Music sings songs in my head"

[CHRISTINE & RAOUL]
"The Angel of Music sings songs in my head"

[RAOUL, spoken]
You sang like an angel tonight

[CHRISTINE, spoken]
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, spoken]
Oh, no doubt of it
And now we go to supper

[CHRISTINE, spoken]
No, Raoul
The Angel of Music is very strict

[RAOUL, spoken]
Well, I shan't keep you up late

[CHRISTINE, spoken]
Raoul, no
[RAOUL, spoken]
You must change, I'll order my carriage
Two minutes, Little Lotte

[CHRISTINE, spoken]
No
Raoul, wait!

[PHANTOM]
Insolent boy! This slave of fashion
Basking in your glory!
Ignorant fool! This brave young suitor
Sharing in my triumph!

[CHRISTINE]
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]
Flattering child, you shall know me
See why in shadow I hide
Look at your face in the mirror
I am there inside
[CHRISTINE]
Angel of Music, guide and guardian
Grant to me your glory
Angel of Music, hide no longer
Come to me, strange angel

[PHANTOM]
I am your Angel of Music
Come to me, Angel of Music

[RAOUL, spoken]
Whose is that voice? Who is that in there?

[PHANTOM]
I am your Angel of Music

[RAOUL, spoken]
Christine! Christine!

[PHANTOM]
Come to me, Angel of Music