就在二人坐在书桌前一同享受午餐,和睦无比的时候,一阵凄厉的歌声刺痛他们的耳膜,将这其乐融融的气氛撕得如同秋天的蓬草一般支离破碎: “those who have seen your face draw back in fear i am the mask you wear phantom: its me they hear phantom and christine: my/your spirit and my/your voice in one combined the phantom of the opera is there inside your/my mind (the phantom of the opera)”