I just had the stunning epiphany that the last word christine sings is morning whereas the last word the phantom sings is night
christine was always meant to be in the light and the phantom will always be in the darkness
“It is too dreadful,” she confessed, “to tremble like this all the time!… And yet, here, we are not in any danger; we are where we belong, where I belong, in the sky, in the open air, in broad daylight. The sun is ablaze, and night birds do not like to look at the sun!
- “Apollo’s Lyre,” from The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux
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