New Jersey Behind a wooden door, the voice of Thomas Alva Recites a poem on a phonograph Ghosts float up the stair like silent moving pictures The loyal phantoms
of music...? * *ANDRE *We get our opera... *FIRMIN *She gets her limelight! * *CARLOTTA *Follow where the limelight *leads you! * *MEG *Is this ghost
, all the same, that it's a shame that 'Phantom' fellow isn't here! (The gauze lifts fully to reveal the staircase of the opera house. The opera ball
brain! FIRMIN (examining both letters) These are both signed "O.G." . . . ANDRE Who the hell is he? BOTH (immediately realizing) Opera ghost! FIRMIN (
THE STAGE OF THE PARIS OPERA, 1905 (The contents of the opera house is being auctioned off. An AUCTIONEER, PORTERS, BIDDERS, and RAOUL, seventy now,
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,
FIRMlN) We get our opera . . . FIRMIN (to ANDRE) She gets her limelight! CARLOTTA Follow where the limelight leads you! MEG Is this ghost an angel or
fields every day. And the atrocities of school I can forgive. The happy phantom has no right to bitch, well, Oo who... the time is getting closer. Oo who... time to be a ghost
Mafia, Wu-Tang Sopranos Niggaz say they pushin ki's/keys but we don't see pianos Niggaz say they pushin Phantoms, we don't see the opera Niggaz steady
'm the villain, acting fierce And stretching whiskers toothsomely The phantom wears a black coat Long trousers and a derby Stands erect And cracks the whip loudly I'm the phantom of my own opera