A hush draws upon the speaking voices of the floor and the balcony as the lights dim and the gavel hits the auction block. The *chandelier lies upon the stage in a seemingly broken fashion and the story of love begins.
Sitting in my seat at the Majestic Theatre, I lean over the railing and I cry for the Phantom as he hides behind his mask, but his heart bears so much love. Anyone who sees beyond the mask, will see his great love hidden behind anger. ~ Arachne December 12, 2006 @ 3:12 a.m.
* In his anger, the Phantom had the chandelier crash to the stage of the opera as no one listened to him nor loved him. Only fear of him was had.
Imagine the rising of the candelabra from the floor of the stage and the dry ice fog as a boat steered by the Phantom takes Christine away. The beauty of that scene will be with me always just as the one of him crying for the woman he loved.
Listening to "Magical Lasso"
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