Madame Giry's Tale / The Fairground (Medley)

Madame Giry, wait!

Please, monsieur, I know no more than anyone else

That's not true!

Monsieur, don't ask

There have been too many accidents

Accidents?

Please, Madame Giry, for all our sakes

Very well

It was years ago

There was a travelling fair in the city, gypsies

I was very young, studying to be a ballerina

One of many living in the dormitories of the opera house

See the wonder from the East!

Come, come, come inside

Come and see the Devil's Child

Murder! Murder!

Which way?

That way!

I hid him from the world and its cruelties

He has known nothing else of life since then except this opera house

It was his playground and, now, his artistic domain

He's a genius, he's an architect and designer, he's a composer and a magician

A genius, monsieur

Clearly, Madame Giry, genius has turned to madness