[ Phantom looks subtly different while he's playing. His eyes are closed, his mind focusing on the feel of the keys beneath his fingers and the sound of music. The melancholy that shrouds him fades away, and while he's playing, he almost seems happy.
At last he lifts his hands off the keys, and the somber reality comes flooding back. He can never sing again. ]
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At last he lifts his hands off the keys, and the somber reality comes flooding back. He can never sing again. ]
Oh? Have you?
[ His voice is calm, gentle, soothed by music. ]
It was quite famous in my home.