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The Phantom Is There

Christine shivered. She knew that if she entered her dressing room again and looked into the mirror, she would feel that pull, that...that aching love for the unknown, gorgeous tenor. Opening her ruby rimmed mouth, her voice spilled out of her like so many drops of water. "In sleep, he sang to me, in dreams, he came..." One tentative foot after the other, she slowly walked towards the dressing room door. "That voice which calls to me, and speaks my name, and do I dream again?" Pausing, she stood puzzled, hearing a melody run through her mind, haunting and seductive, pulling her in. "For now I find, the Phantom of the Opera is there, inside