Think of me,
 think of me fondly,
 when we've said
 goodbye.
 Remember me
 once in a while -
 please promise me
 you'll try.

 When you find
 that, once
 again, you long
 to take your heart . . .

 (As CARLOTTA is singing a backdrop crashes to the
 floor cutting her off from half the cast)

 MEG/BALLET GIRLS/CHORUS
 He's here:
 the Phantom of the Opera . . .
 He is with us . . .
 It's the ghost . . .

 PIANGI (looking up, furiously)
 You idiots!

 (He rushes over to CARLOTTA)
 Cara! Cara! Are you hurt?

 LEFEVRE
 Signora! Are you all right? Buquet!
 Where is Buquet ?

 PIANGI
 Is no one concerned for our prima donna?

 LEFEVRE
 Get that man down here !
 (to ANDRE and FIRMIN)
 Chief of the flies. He's responsible for this.

 (The drop is raised high enough to reveal upstage an old
 stagehand, JOSEPH BUQUET, holding a length of rope,
 which looks almost like a noose)

 LEFEVRE
 Buquet! For God's sake, man, what's going on up there?

 BUQUET
 Please monsieur
 don't look at me:
 as God's my witness,
 I was not at my post.

 Please monsieur
 there's no one there:
 and if there is, well
 then, it must be a ghost . . .

 MEG (looking up)
 He's there; the Phantom of the Opera ...

 ANDRE
 Good heavens!
 Will you show a little courtesy?

 FIRMIN (to MEG and the OTHERS)
 Mademoiselle, please!

 ANDRE (to CARLOTTA)
 These things do happen.

 CARLOTTA
 Si! These things do happen! Well, until you stop these
 things happening, this thing does not happen!

 Ubaldo! Andiamo!
 (PIANGI dutifully fetches her furs from the wings)

 PIANGI
 Amateurs !

 LEFEVRE
 I don't think there's much more to assist you,
 gentlemen. Good luck. If you need me, I shall be in
 Frankfurt .

 (He leaves. The COMPANY looks anxiously at the NEW
 MANAGERS)

 ANDRE
 La Carlotta will be back.


 GIRY
 You think so, messieurs? I have a message, sir, from the
 Opera Ghost.

 (The GIRLS twitter and twirl in fear)

 FIRMIN
 God in Heaven, you're all obsessed!

 GIRY
 He merely welcomes you to his opera house and
 commands you to continue to leave Box Five empty for
 his use and reminds you that his salary is due.

 FIRMIN
 His salary?

 GIRY
 Monsieur Lefevre paid him twenty thousand francs a
 month. Perhaps you can afford more, with the Vicomte de
 Chagny as your patron.

 (Reaction to this from the BALLET GIRLS.
 CHRISTINE takes hold of MEG nervously)

 ANDRE (to GIRY)
 Madame, I had hoped to have made that
 announcement myself.

 GIRY (to FIRMIN)
 Will the Vicomte be at the performance tonight,
 monsieur?

 FIRMIN
 In our box.

 ANDRE
 Madame, who is the understudy for this role?

 REYER
 There is no understudy, monsieur - the
 production is new.

 MEG
 Christine Daae could sing it, sir.

 FlRMIN
 The chorus girl ?

 MEG (to FIRMIN)
 She's been taking lessons from a great teacher

 ANDRE
 From whom ?

 CHRISTINE (uneasily)
 I don't know, sir . . .

 FIRMIN
 Oh, not you as well!
 (turning to ANDRE)
 Can you believe it? A full house - and we have to cancel !

 GIRY
 Let her sing for you, monsieur. She has been well taught.

 REYER (after a pause)
 From the beginning of the aria then, mam'selle.

 CHRISTINE
 Think of me
 think of me fondly,
 when we've said goodbye.
 Remember me
 once in a while -
 please promise me
 you'll try.

 FIRMIN
 Andre, this is doing nothing for my nerves.

 ANDRE
 Don't fret, Firmin.

 CHRISTINE
 When you find
 that, once
 again, you long
 to take your heart back
 and be free -
 if you
 ever find
 a moment,
 spare a thought
 for me

 (Transformation to the Gala. CHRISTINE is
 revealed in full costume)


 We never said
 our love
 was evergreen,
 or as unchanging
 as the sea -
 but if
 you can still
 remember
 stop and think
 of me . . .

 Think of all the things
 we've shared and seen -
 don't think about the things
 which might have been . . .

 Think of me,
 think of me waking,
 silent and
 resigned.

 Imagine me,
 trying too hard
 to put you
 from my mind.

 Recall those days
 look back
 on all those times,
 think of the things
 we'll never do -
 there will
 never be
 a day, when
 I won't think
 of you . .

 (Applause, bravos. Prominent among the bravos, those
 of the young RAOUL in the MANAGERS' box)

 RAOUL
 Can it be?
 Can it be Christine?

 Bravo!

 (he raises his opera-glasses)

 What a change!
 You're really
 not a bit
 the gawkish girl
 that once you were...

 (lowering his opera-glasses)

 She may
 not remember
 me, but
 I remember
 her...

 CHRISTINE
 We never said
 our love
 was evergreen,
 or as unchanging
 as the sea -
 but please
 promise me,
 that sometimes
 you will think
 of me