Prologue

Madame Giry: Phantasma, city of wonders. Mr. Y presents marvelous astonishments, human prodigies. Ha. The Oolala Girl, five performances daily. Christine Daae, the soprano of the century. Gone, all gone.

Fleck: Yes, there's nothing left, nothing but ghosts, but I knew you'd come back, Madame Giry.

Madame Giry: You, you're still here.

Fleck: Of course we're still here, the freaks, the monsters, the bizarre. Where else could we exist but here? And after the tragedy, after the master disappeared with the child, after the fire that consumed everything.

Madame Giry: His dream. Our dream.

Fleck: Remember how it was? Remember?
Coney Isle.
Glistening and glimmering
Rising bright
Drenched with light
See it smile
Beckoning and shimmering
All agleam
Like a dream

Fleck and Madame Giry: Every fantasy set free
Sudden rising by the sea

Madame Giry: Coney isle
Miracle of miracles
Light and sound
All around
Mile by mile
Loud and lewd and lyrical
Thrill on thrill
Never still
All America was there
Beggar next to billionaire

In they came
Chasing sensation and romance
Eyes aflame
Desperate for pleasure yet unknown
Night and day
Pouring in by the hundreds of thousands
Swept away
As their every desire was made real