Overture
How many times must this happen? How many? God, do you test me and the few solid convictions I uphold? You are cruel, as cruel as love itself.
She's gone, that sad lost child with her face who called me an angel, that girl is gone. And with her, my daughter Musette.
My love for her remains the same. In Paris, in death, in life, in the City and beyond, that will never change. I don't care. Christine, Christine.... I don't care, not anymore. Whether she is here or gone...what does it matter?
I'm ready to lay down, lay down like a dog and die.
[ooc; Erik is not well. He went out to buy something new. And is awaiting delivery within the opera. Proceed with caution.]
She's gone, that sad lost child with her face who called me an angel, that girl is gone. And with her, my daughter Musette.
My love for her remains the same. In Paris, in death, in life, in the City and beyond, that will never change. I don't care. Christine, Christine.... I don't care, not anymore. Whether she is here or gone...what does it matter?
I'm ready to lay down, lay down like a dog and die.
[ooc; Erik is not well. He went out to buy something new. And is awaiting delivery within the opera. Proceed with caution.]
