"In the book they had to take a horse to the boat and it took a few pages to explain the trip," Autor explains sincerely, nibbling on some popcorn.
"Music lessons--it depends on the teacher, really? I know some who stand at the piano and whap it with a ruler and say, 'play!' Most don't, though," he says, shrugging.
The boy busts up laughing as the Phantom smooths his hands over his hair. "Oh, no, that's ridiculous, too. Christine has an impressive register, though."
The Phantom serenades Christine, telling her she has come with one purpose alone: to sing for his music. He steps towards her, moving his hands--and she responds as if on strings coming from his fingers, turning around slowly to his command so he faces her back.
"Silently the senses abandon their defenses," the Phantom sings, coming up behind her. "Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendor. Grasp it! Sense it! Tremulous and tender. Turn your face away from the garish light of day..."
"Rae, he's... touching her face," Autor points out, stating the obvious. "Why is he touching her face, augh!"
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Date: 2015-04-13 04:40 am (UTC)"Music lessons--it depends on the teacher, really? I know some who stand at the piano and whap it with a ruler and say, 'play!' Most don't, though," he says, shrugging.
The boy busts up laughing as the Phantom smooths his hands over his hair. "Oh, no, that's ridiculous, too. Christine has an impressive register, though."
The Phantom serenades Christine, telling her she has come with one purpose alone: to sing for his music. He steps towards her, moving his hands--and she responds as if on strings coming from his fingers, turning around slowly to his command so he faces her back.
"Silently the senses abandon their defenses," the Phantom sings, coming up behind her. "Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendor. Grasp it! Sense it! Tremulous and tender. Turn your face away from the garish light of day..."
"Rae, he's... touching her face," Autor points out, stating the obvious. "Why is he touching her face, augh!"