Mystery after gala night, it says mystery of Soprano's flight. Mystified, all the papers say. We are mystified, we suspect foul play. Bad news on Soprano's scene. First Colotta, now Christine. Still, at least the seats get sold. Gossip's worth its weight in gold. What a way to run a business. Spare me these unending trials. Half your cast disappears, but the crowd still cheers. Opera, to hell with glook and handle. Have a scandal and you're sure to have a hit. Damnable, will they all walk out? This is damnable. Andre, please don't shout. It's publicity, and the take is vast. Free publicity. But we have no cast. Andre, have you seen the queue? Ah, it seems you've got one too. Dear Andre, what a charming gala. Christine was in a word sublime. We were hardly bereft when Colotta left. On that note, the diva's a disaster. Must you cast her when she sees the pasta brime? Dear Fearman, just a brief reminder. My salary has not been paid. Send it care of the ghost by return of post PTO. No one likes a debtor, so it's better if my orders are obeyed. Who could have the gall to send this? Someone with a purer brain. Isabel Sandochi. Who the hell is he? Oh, for a ghost, it's nothing short of shocking. He is mocking our position. In addition, he wants money. What a funny apparition to expect a large retainer, nothing plainer. He is really quite fancy. Where is she? You mean Colotta? I mean Miss Dye. Where is she? Well, how should we know? I want an answer. I take it that you sent me this note. What's all this nonsense? Of course not. Don't look at us. She's not with you then? Of course not. We're in the dark. Monsieur, don't argue. Isn't this the letter you wrote? And what is it that we're meant to have wrote? Written. Do not fear for Miss Dye. The angel of music has her under his wing. Make no attempt to see her again. If you didn't write it, then who did? Where is he? Oh, welcome back. Your precious patron. Where is he? What is it now? I have your letter, a letter which I rather resent. And did you send it? Of course not. As if you didn't send it. Of course not. What's going on? You dare to tell me that this is not the letter you sent? And what is it that I'm meant to have sent? Your days at the Opera Populaire are numbered. Christine Dye will be singing on your behalf tonight. Daddy! Be prepared for a great misfortune should you attempt to take her place. Far too many notes for my taste, and most of them about Christine. All we've heard since we came is Miss Dye's name. Miss Dye has returned. I hope no worse for wear as far as we're concerned. Where precisely is she now? I thought it best she was alone. She needed rest. May I see her? No, monsieur, she will see no one. Will she sing? Will she sing? Here, I have a note. Let me see it. Please. Gentlemen, I have now sent you several notes of the most amiable nature, detailing how my theatre is to be run. You have not followed my instructions. I shall give you one last chance. Christine Dye has returned to you, and I am anxious her career should progress. In the new production of Il Muto, you will therefore cast Carlotta as the page boy, and put Miss Dye in the role of countess. The role which Miss Dye plays calls for charm and appeal. The role of the page boy is silent, which makes my casting in a word ideal. I shall watch the performance from my normal seat in box five, which will be kept empty for me. Should these commands be ignored, a disaster beyond your imagination will occur. I remain, gentlemen, your obedient servant. O.G. Christine! Whatever next? It's all a plot to her! Christine! This is insane! I know who sent this, the victim's her lover! Can you believe this? Signora! This is a joke! Signora! You want a star? And always will be! Signora! The man is back! We do take orders! Miss Dye will be playing the page boy, the silent role. Carlotta will be playing the lead! It's an old fresh try in the school! Please, I beg you! You're only saying this to please me! Signora, it's a lie! No, no, I'm not going to die! Leave me to die! O.G. It's a lie! You must hold his wrath! You have raped my husband! Beware to the angels! He's the angel now! You have raped my husband! You have raped my husband! Signora Pagna! You have raped my husband! He's the one we deceived! My master! My master! My master! He is the angel when she goes! My master! I have raped your husband! Signora Seamworce! I have raped your husband! What new surprises are in store? Would you please give this to Miss Daae? Miss Daae! Your public needs you! We need you too! Would you not rather have your precious little angel? Signora, no! The world wants you! Primadonna! First lady on the stage! Your deputies are on their knees to implore you! Can you bow out when they're shouting your name? Think of how they all adore you! Primadonna! Enchant us once again! Think of your muse! And of the queues round the theatre! Can you deny us that triumph? In store! Sing! Primadonna once more! Sistine spoke of an angel! Primadonna, your son, you shall live again! Think of your public needs! We need you! Because we hear your voice like a usual angel! We get our own bride! She gets her limelight! Leading ladies are a triumph! We hear your song! You shall never die! You'll sing again! Goddess warnings! Preparation! Think of your shining bride! I'm on call! Sing of Primadonna once more! These demands are rejected! Diva, diva, happy to be diva! Chorus girl who's gone and slept with the patron! Now in the secret entwined in love's duet! Although we made him cry, he must have been with love! You'll never get away with all this! In a break of lip, it's lovely sung! And in a foreign tongue, it's just the sort of story Audiences adore, in fact, a perfect opera! We are gone now! The world is at your feet! A nation breaks, and how it aches to be chanted! Light of the sacred angel! Sing of Primadonna once more!