Melodie De Paris
Christine
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Town's Person:
Bonjour Mademoiselle.
Christine:
Bonjour. La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La...
Town's Person:
Who is she? I've never seen her before. Have you?
Christine:
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Town's Person:
What's she selling?
Christine:
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Town's Man:
What do you have there for us, Mademoiselle?
Christine:
A new song. For sale! Just published! All about Paris.
Town's Person:
Ahhhhhh! Paris! I'd love to hear it.
Christine:
Melody melody, melody melody, Sung so melodiously. Melody melody, my kind of melody, Gentle and flowing a free. Souring above every rooftop, Whispering under each tree, Melody melody, my melody de Paris.
One Of The Crowd:
Let me see a copy of that.
Towns Person:
I'll have one, too
Christine:
Paris is the rain, Paris is the pain of a lover's goodbye, It's the stare When your eye meets a stranger, Ever dangerous, Paris.
Town's People:
Paris is a sun.
Christine:
That's Right! Paris, if there's one perfect place I must be, It can only be here in Paris!
Town's People Ensemble:
Melody melody melody melody Sung so melodiously
Various Towns People:
Looks! It's The Count De Chandon! The Count De Chandon! Bonjour, Monsieur le Count!
Ensemble :
Melody melody My kind of melody Gentle and flowing a free
Christine:
Souring above every rooftop, Whispering under each tree.
Ensemble:
Melody melody, My melody de Paris.
Both Women:
Philippe!
Philippe:
Mademoiselle forgive this intrusion, but what is your name?
Christine:
Christine Daaé.
Philippe:
Christine Daaé, I am Philippe de Chandon, A connoisseur of music and beauty.
A Customer:
Mademoiselle?
Philippe:
You waste your time selling songs.
Christine:
What?
Philippe:
It's true. It's not fair. All Paris should hear your voice. That is how good you are. Have you ever considered a career in the opera?
Christine:
In the Opera?!
Philippe:
Yes, I can see you have. You'll of course need lessons. A fine, natural voice is not nearly enough, as I'm sure you know. Here is my card. I am one of the Opera's principle patrons. Present this to Gerard Carrier, The company manager, He will take care of you. I'd take you their myself, but alas business calls me away.
Both Of The Count's Women:
Philippe!
Philippe:
Yes, yes! I'm coming! My business associates. Christine! A tout a l'heure.
Town's People:
The Count de Chandon! The champagne king!
Christine:
Me, at the Paris Opera! Paris is a fool. Paris is a boulangerie. On the square It's the air over fields called "Elysian" ah, Parisian air. Paris is l'amour. Paris if donsoule, For their's one place for me, It is only in a sea of Parie.
Christine / Town's People:
Melody melody, melody melody. Sung so melodiously. Melody melody, My kind of melody, Gentle and flowing a free. Souring above every rooftop, Whispering under each tree. Melody melody, my melody de pa.... Melody melody, My me-lodie de pa-rie.... De Paris... De Paris...
Christine
La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La...
Town's Person:
Bonjour Mademoiselle.
Christine:
Bonjour. La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La...
Town's Person:
Who is she? I've never seen her before. Have you?
Christine:
La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La...
Town's Person:
What's she selling?
Christine:
La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La...
Town's Man:
What do you have there for us, Mademoiselle?
Christine:
A new song. For sale! Just published! All about Paris.
Town's Person:
Ahhhhhh! Paris! I'd love to hear it.
Christine:
Melody melody, melody melody, Sung so melodiously. Melody melody, my kind of melody, Gentle and flowing a free. Souring above every rooftop, Whispering under each tree, Melody melody, my melody de Paris.
One Of The Crowd:
Let me see a copy of that.
Towns Person:
I'll have one, too
Christine:
Paris is the rain, Paris is the pain of a lover's goodbye, It's the stare When your eye meets a stranger, Ever dangerous, Paris.
Town's People:
Paris is a sun.
Christine:
That's Right! Paris, if there's one perfect place I must be, It can only be here in Paris!
Town's People Ensemble:
Melody melody melody melody Sung so melodiously
Various Towns People:
Looks! It's The Count De Chandon! The Count De Chandon! Bonjour, Monsieur le Count!
Ensemble :
Melody melody My kind of melody Gentle and flowing a free
Christine:
Souring above every rooftop, Whispering under each tree.
Ensemble:
Melody melody, My melody de Paris.
Both Women:
Philippe!
Philippe:
Mademoiselle forgive this intrusion, but what is your name?
Christine:
Christine Daaé.
Philippe:
Christine Daaé, I am Philippe de Chandon, A connoisseur of music and beauty.
A Customer:
Mademoiselle?
Philippe:
You waste your time selling songs.
Christine:
What?
Philippe:
It's true. It's not fair. All Paris should hear your voice. That is how good you are. Have you ever considered a career in the opera?
Christine:
In the Opera?!
Philippe:
Yes, I can see you have. You'll of course need lessons. A fine, natural voice is not nearly enough, as I'm sure you know. Here is my card. I am one of the Opera's principle patrons. Present this to Gerard Carrier, The company manager, He will take care of you. I'd take you their myself, but alas business calls me away.
Both Of The Count's Women:
Philippe!
Philippe:
Yes, yes! I'm coming! My business associates. Christine! A tout a l'heure.
Town's People:
The Count de Chandon! The champagne king!
Christine:
Me, at the Paris Opera! Paris is a fool. Paris is a boulangerie. On the square It's the air over fields called "Elysian" ah, Parisian air. Paris is l'amour. Paris if donsoule, For their's one place for me, It is only in a sea of Parie.
Christine / Town's People:
Melody melody, melody melody. Sung so melodiously. Melody melody, My kind of melody, Gentle and flowing a free. Souring above every rooftop, Whispering under each tree. Melody melody, my melody de pa.... Melody melody, My me-lodie de pa-rie.... De Paris... De Paris...
