phantom of the opera edit

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TITLE DROPS 

 edits by me, made with canva

I decided to dig through all the lyrics sheets of some of the most popular musicals, finding the first times the titles of the musicals were stated. It was actually challenging, surprisingly, for some of the plays where the title isn’t actually said in the songs that much.  But I made some pretty edits, and had a lot of fun with it. I also did one for Pippin, Sound of music and Gigi but. These were my favorites. 

YAY FOR MUSICALS.

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Christine Daaé & Raoul de Chagny

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Yes, if I lived to be a hundred, I shall always hear the superhuman cry of grief and rage which he uttered when the terrible sight appeared before my eyes… I fell back against the wall and he came up to me, grinding his teeth hideously, and, as I fell upon my knees, he hissed mad, incoherent words and curses at me. Leaning over me, he cried, “Look! You want to see? See! Feast your eyes, glut your soul on my cursed ugliness! Look at Erik’s face! Now you know the face of the voice! You were not content to hear me, eh? You wanted to know what I looked like? Oh, you women are so inquisitive! Well, are you satisfied? I’m a good-looking fellow, eh?… When a women has seen me, as you have, she belongs to me. She loves me for ever! I am a kind of Don Juan, you know!” And, drawing himself up to his full height, with his hand on his hip, wagging the hideous thing that was his head on his shoulders, he roared, “Look at me! I am Don Juan triumphant!” And when I turned away my head and begged for mercy, he drew my head back to him, brutally, twisting his dead fingers into my hair.

“Ah! How we must pity those who did not have the good fortune to hear Christine Daaé as Juliette, admire her graceful candour, be touched to the quick by her seraphic voice and feel their spirits soar with her own above the tombs of the Verona lovers in the final ‘O Lord! Lord! Lord! Forgive us!’

Le Fantôme de l'Opéra, Gaston Leroux (1909)

The Phantom of the Opera. Gaston Leroux. New York: Bobbs-Merrill Company, (1911). First American edition, first printing, in original first issue variant dust jacket.

“I tore off my mask so as not to lose one of her tears… and she did not run away!…and she did not die!… She remained alive, weeping over me, weeping with me. We cried together! I have tasted all the happiness the world can offer.”

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Like yellow parchment is his skin. A great black hole serves as the nose that never grew. You must be always on your guard, or he will catch you with his magical lasso!