Excerpt from Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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I had heard him for three months without seeing him the first time I heard it I thought, as you did that that adorable voice was singing in another room. I went out and looked everywhere. But as you know, my dressing room is quite by itself and I could not find the Voice outside my room, whereas it went on steadily inside and it not only sang, but it spoke to me and answered my questions like a real man's voice, with this difference that it was as beautiful as the voice of an angel. I had never got the Angel of Music who my poor father had promised to send me as soon as he was dead. I thought it had finally come, and from that time onward The Voice and I became great friends. It asked leave to give me lessons every day. I agreed, and never failed to keep the appointment which it gave me in my dressing room. You have no idea. So you have heard the voice of what those lessons were like. We were accompanied by a music which I do not know. It was behind the wall, and wonderfully accurate. The voice seemed to understand mine exactly to know precisely where my father had left off teaching me in a few weeks time. I hardly knew myself when I sang. I was even frightened. I seem to dread a sort of witchcraft behind it. My progress by the Voices own order was kept a secret. It was a curious thing, but outside the dressing room I sang with my ordinary everyday voice, and nobody noticed anything. I did all the Voice asked. It said, wait and see. We shall astonish paris. And I waited and lived on in sort of an ecstatic dream. It was then that I saw you for the first time. One evening in the house. I was so glad I never thought of concealing my delight when I reached my dressing room. Unfortunately, the Voice was there before me and soon noticed by my air that something had happened. It asked what was the matter, and I saw no reason for keeping our stories secret or concealing the place which you filled in my heart. Then the Voice was silent. I called to it, but it did not reply. I begged and entreated, but in vain. I was terrified lest it had gone for good. I wish to heaven it had.