Phantom of the Opera (#1203)

The playhouse is alive with chatter,
Pure excited but indistinguishable patter,
The curtain’s ready and the stage is set,
In the pit, the orchestra’s silhouette,
In the aisles, people meet and greet,
The lights flash, and people take their seat,
The theater goes dark, and all goes still,
We look onwards holding the playbill,
The music begins, and the play starts,
With the simple goal to steal our hearts,
We meet Raoul, the Phantom, and Christine,
Into their world, we’re taken scene by scene,
It’s a wonderful play right to the ending,
For those still wondering one well worth attending,

Any Thoughts?

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