#Bravo Monsieur

[rocklobsterart]

“Let it be war upon you both!”

#phanart #phantom of the opera #phandom #phantom #poto #the phantom #wandering child #bravo monsieur

[phanblog]

#phantom of the opera #poto #phantom of the opera meme #meme #theater memes #opera #christine daae #erik the phantom #erik poto #wishing you were somehow here again #wandering child / bravo monsieur

[glindaupland]

im trying to make as much of a POTO script as i can with my limited ability but lol at how sometimes i have to stop randomly for one single line because someone had to be like “im not like the other girls im different” like i know this is common rotational cast stuff and ive noticed before even beyond MOTN lyrics but i guess it just didnt really occur to me how spread out the little changes are before

#if i post anything with typos im tired as hell #this is just jaerim being different but oh no everyone’s guilty of #being the only different one sometimes lol #even the girlies say a different line in little lotte etc #also this is before MOTN and bravo monsieur

[eleancrvances]

audio gift!

happy holidays, here's a full the phantom of the opera in trieste, july 8th 2023's evening show. as a treat.

cast: ramin karimloo (the phantom), amelia milo (christine), bradley jaden (raoul), earl carpenter (andre), ian mowat (firmin), anna corvino (carlotta), gian luca pasolini (piangi), alice mistroni (madame giry), zoe nochi (meg) + (full cast in the folder)

please list as eleancrvances's master. it was my first time recording so sorry for any flaws and if you hear me cry at the end no you don't.

enjoy!

#god those mics... what did they have against poor bradley #poto italy #audio gift #poto #the phantom of the opera #phantom of the opera #poto trieste #ramin karimloo #amelia milo #bradley jaden #earl carpenter #christine daae #erik the phantom #raoul de chagny

[birdstooth]

#Sir you’re going to have to be more specific lol #poto #the phantom of the opera #comics and doodles #poto doodles #me during multiple choice exams #Spotify

[glareandgrowl]

(Sorry in advance if you're on mobile. This isn't going to look right but just know it's a three way polyphony. OK? OK cool) To the arms of her ​Angel, Angel or demon? Angel of Music Angel of Music Still he calls her You denied me I denied you Luring Turning from true beauty Turning from true beauty ​her back from the ​grave, Angel or Angel of Music Angel of Music ​dark seducer? Do not shun me My protector Who are you, strange Come to your strange Come to me strange

Angel? Angel! Angel!

This better not destroy itself if it isnt on a full monitor I swear-

So yeah if you haven't read the fic I posted yesterday I'm on a massive "Every-five-years-Phantom-of-the-Opera" kick and am swamped with thoughts of this play 24/7. Not including listening to the entire soundtrack at least four to five times a day. And ofc, as I am wont to do, I am mixing my hyperfixations and present you with THIS! Not an AU, just a very strong imagination of if Class 78 put on PotO and Taka was the Phantom :0

This polyphony, along with the one in Notes before Prima Donna are one of my favorite bits of music in general. Its so good. (Its Wandering Child/Bravo Monsieur idk where the one song ends and the other begins)

#longsheepart #digital art #danganronpa fanart #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #danganronpa #kiyotaka ishimaru #art #leon kuwata #sayaka maizono #phantom of the opera

[improvisateur777]

Merci Monsieur Brauman !

Même si Rony Brauman (humaniste et ancien président de Médecins sans Frontières) ) est très rarement invité par les télés françaises d'info en continu, ces dernières font tout pour le faire taire en essayant de le recadrer ou de lui imposer des réponses conformes à la pensée unique pro israélienne ânonnée par tous les journalistes. Mais le gars en a vu d'autres et ne s’en laisse pas conter avec beaucoup de panache. BRAVO pour son courage !

#gaza genocide #gaza bombing #palestine #propagande #propaganda #Rony Brauman

[teamroscoes]

"on n'en veut pas de ta retraite qu'est ce que tu comprends pas là dedans! ON N'EN VEUT PAS! On n'en veut pas de ta retraite trou du cul!"

magique, magnifique, bravo et merci monsieur 🫶🏻

#upthebaguette #french politics #whatthefrance #france #*

[clhook]

Le meilleur pote de mon mec doit m'appeler bientôt pour une livraison donc il lui a donné mon numéro et son pote a dit "est-ce qu'elle répond aux numéros inconnus ou pas ? si non il faudra lui donner mon numéro aussi" bravo monsieur vous me connaissez très bien lol du coup hier soir mon mec me dicte le numéro de tête alors je lui dit "ah tu connais son num par cœur ?"

lui : oui oui

moi : tu connais le mien par cœur aussi j'espère

lui : 😰😰😰😰

moi : réponds stp

#ne vous inquiétez pas #il a réussi #je n'en attendais pas moins de mon fiancé #hihihihihi

[symphony-in-a]

#poto #phantom of the opera #my polls

[alain-keler]

Journal d’un photographe

Le tampon de la poste indiquait : Paris 45, 10h45, 8-3 1977.

Il m’était adressé : Monsieur Alain Keler, Agence Sygma, 5 rue des vignes, Paris 75016.

Une lettre manuscrite :

« Paris le 5 mars 1977

Cher Monsieur

Je vous remercie beaucoup de m’avoir adressé ces belles photographies dont je vous fais compliment. Quand je vois ma tête le soir, en rentrant du Palais, je me rends compte de votre grand talent. Mieux vaut en tout cas pour l’illusion des lecteurs que ce soit votre traduction et non l’original que les lecteurs de Time aient en devant les yeux.

Encore bravo et merci !

Bien à vous,

R. Badinter »

Quelques jours plus tôt, j’avais photographié Robert Badinter chez lui pour le magazine Time.

La lettre est restée soigneusement classée dans mes affaires.

Un grand Monsieur vient de nous quitter. Un Mensch, comme on dit en yiddish.

[beedokart]

Silly redraws with Ne’avo, showing off the Himbos that help inspire her. (Monsieurs Bravo and Kuno.)

#ne’avo #original character #dark elf

[glindaupland]

오페라의 유령 / The Phantom of the Opera - South Korea (Third Season) | Pt 6

Program Books Ver 2-4 (Busan + Seoul)

Masquerade/Why So Silent?

1. 윤영석 Yoon Young-seok + 김아선 Kim Ah-seon + 조하린 Cho Ha-rin + 이상준 Lee Sang-jun

Madame Giry's Tale

1. 김아선 Kim Ah-seon + 송원근 Song Won-geun 2. 김아선 Kim Ah-seon + 황건하 Hwang Gun-ha

Notes II / Twisted Every Way

1. 김아선 Kim Ah-seon + 박회림 Park Hoe- rim + 이상준 Lee Sang-jun + 윤영석 Yoon Young-seok

1. 박회림 Park Hoe-rim + 이지영 Lee Ji-young 2. 윤영석 Yoon Young-seok + 송원근 Song Won-geun + 손지수 Sohn Ji-soo + 이상준 Lee Sang-jun 3. 박회림 Park Hoe-rim + 한보라 Han Bo-ra

Don Juan Rehearsal / Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again

1. 손지수 Sohn Ji-soo 2. 김아선 Kim Ah-seon + 조하린 Cho Ha-rin + 송은혜 Song Eun-hye 3-4. 송은혜 Song Eun-hye

Wandering Child / Bravo Monsieur

1. 전동석 Jeon Dong-seok 2. 조승우 Jo Seung-woo 3-4. 김주택 Kim Ju-taek

#i almost think that red death is seungwoo #poto korea scans #poto korea #the phantom of the opera #poto #전동석 #jeon dong seok #song eun hye #sohn ji soo #song won geun #hwang gun ha #han bo ra #lee ji young #yoon young seok #lee sang jun #kim ju taek #cho seung woo #jo seung woo #kim ah seon #park hoe rim #오페라의 유령 #송은혜 #손지수 #송원근 #황건하 #이지영 #한보라 #윤영석 #이상준 #발회림

[c-etait-ailleurs]

Lettre de Victor Hugo à Charles Baudelaire

J’ai reçu, Monsieur, votre noble lettre et votre beau livre. L’art est comme l’azur, c’est le champ infini. Vous venez de le prouver. Vos Fleurs du mal rayonnent et éblouissent comme des étoiles. Continuez. Je crie bravo de toutes mes forces à votre vigoureux esprit. Permettez-moi de finir ces quelques lignes par une félicitation. Une des rares décorations que le régime actuel peut accorder, vous venez de la recevoir. Ce qu’il appelle sa justice vous a condamné au nom de ce qu’il appelle sa morale. C’est là une couronne de plus.

Je vous serre la main, poète. Victor Hugo

#Victor Hugo #Baudelaire

[silenceinternalmonologue]

bravo monsieur😏such spirited words!🤭let's see monsieur👀how far you dare go!🤔that's right👉that's right👉monsieur keep walking this way!🥴i'm here i'm here monsieur: the angel of death!💀⚔️come on come on monsieur🫴don't stop don't stop!😳

#phantom of the opera #poto #phantom broadway #erik #erik phantom #poto shitpost

[forgetmyreality]

Phantom of the House of Dragons. Chapter 1:

Phantom of the House Targaryen 

Aemond Targaryen x Reader, Lucerys Velaryon x reader 

Summary: Mashup between House of the Dragon and Phantom of the Opera, Aemond as the Phantom/Eric, Luce as Raoul and our darling reader as Christine. With 2 different endings, one for each lover man. 

Warning: typical cannon violence and warnings in both fandoms, potential smut in later parts 

A/N: English isn't my first language and it's not edited. Please let me know what you think and where you would like to see this go?

Chapter One: Angel of Music

The Opera House of Dragons was the most popular opera house of the time. Spectacular shows of love, romantics, tragedies and comedies alike. Everyone knew the name and vied to even be in the building let alone see a show. But there was a hidden secret whispered among the people… that it was haunted by a ghost, the phantom of the opera, he was known as. 

During a rehearsal of the current show the manager, Lefevre interrupted “Ladies and gentlemen,- may I have your attention, please?” the cast stops and circles around him “As you know, for some weeks there have been rumors of my imminent retirement. I can now tell you that these were all true and... it is my pleasure to introduce to you the two gentlemen who now own the House of Dragons: Monsieur Richard Firmin and Monsieur Gilles Andre. I'm sure you've read of their recent fortune in the junk business” Lefevre held his hand in the direction of two older looking men. Both were dressed as wealthy businessmen. One was short with balding gray hair and a lecherous look on his face and the other was taller and even taller hair, spiked to a point and a pompous look etched into his features . 

“Scrap metal, actually” Firmin -the shorter man of the two- jutted out “And we're deeply honoured to introduce our new patron,.. ” he spoke louder to the group of the now gathered cast.

The remaining owner with the mustache piped up, shouting over and interrupting his colleague in excitement “The Prince Lucerys Velaryon!!!” and the crowd cheered, loud claps heard all over the halls. As all attention was moved to the Prince. He had a lithe but strong build, curly chocolate brown hair styled to perfection and plump lips, but the real show stopper was his beautiful brown eyes, so deep someone could get lost in them. Screams of bravo and salutations shook the room to let the Prince know he was welcome. 

Unbeknownst to him his childhood friend and crush, Y/N Daae, only stood a few feet from him.

“Its Luc” Y/N she said under her breath as to not be heard but the others. She whispered to her friend Haelena, who stood by her side “Before my father died... at the castle by the sea... you could say we were childhood sweethearts... He called me “his little dragon””. She whispered to her friend Meg, who stood by her side watching the scene unfold and seeing Y/n eye’s light up. 

“Oh Y/N he is so handsome” she whispered back 

The Prince’s words interrupted the private conversation while he addressed the group “My parents and I are honoured to support all the arts, especially the world renowned Opera House of Dragons”. He looked around the audience. “I believe I'm keeping you for your rehearsal. I will be here this evening to share your great triumph” and with those parting words he exited the stage passing by Y/N in a hurry.

“He would not recognize me” she whispered again to Haelena ”we were but children at the time.” Haelena could see the sadness in her eyes and watched Y/N’s shoulders slump. 

“He didn't see you” she said softly in order to cheer her friend up and they exchanged a soft smile.

~

Madame Alicent entered their view followed by the new owners, ushering the chorus girls to start dancing, so Haelena and Y/n took their places in the line up. They eased into the flowing dance, matching the rhythm of the music and the others. 

Alicent led them around the dancers “We take a particular pride here in the excellence of our ballets, Monsieurs” 

“I see why” he lechery pointed as Haelena “especially that little white haired angel”

“My daughter, Haelena, Monsieur” 

“And that exceptional beauty? No relation, I trust?” the taller owner spoke, proud of himself for the jab”

“Y/N Daae. Promising talent. Monsieurs, very promising” Alicent said in a very proud way

“Daae, did you say? No relation to the famous dragon dreamer?” he looked questionably at Alicent as he fiddled with his mustache.

“His only child... orphaned at seven when she came to live and train in the ballet dormitories…” 

Almost salivating Firmin utters out “An orphan you say?” 

“I think of her as a daughter also. Gentlemen, if you would kindly stand to one side?” as the dancers moved towards the area in which they stood. And the chorus picks up with our leading diva, Carlotta headed to the center, visibly irritated with the lack of attention from the new managers who were gawking at the dancing girls. 

After almost screaming her final note she spats loudly “I hope the prince is excited by dancing, girls as your new managers... because I will not be singing!!!” and glared at the pair, Andre and Firmin look at eachother panic on their faces and carlotta starts to storm off. 

The new managers turn their panicked faces towards Alicent and the previous manager who still lingered

“Grovel” they say in unison “grovel”

Andre and Firmin dash across the stage.

“Signora please” Andre pleads

Carlotta raises her hand in a shoo-ing manner “see you later because I'm going now! It is finished” she yells dramatically 

“World renowned artist and great beauty…” Firmin attempted to save the situation  

Carlotta slows down.

“Principessa! Bella diva…” she smirks at his words, adoring the attention 

Adnre turns to the Monsieur Lefevre “... isn't there a rather marvelous aria for Elissa in Act Three of Hannibal? Perhaps the Bella…”

Firmin interrupts with “as a personal favour if you would oblige us with a private rendition? Unless, of course, Monsieur Reyer objects…”  he looked back to Reyer, the old Maestro. 

“If my managers command” Carlotta won over by their flattering words 

“as My diva commands” Firmin bows his head, ushering her back to center stage. 

Carlotta whips her head to the conductor “Maestro”.

The cleaners could be seen putting earplugs in as preparation for the private showing” Carlotta clears her throat and belts out “Think of me, think of me fondly, when we've said goodbye. Remember me once in a while - please promise me you'll try”

Suddenly a scream was heard as the room noticed the falling of a backdrop, but it was too late to save the diva, she was knocked to the ground. The Cast rushing to her “lift it up, lift it up” was heard under the set piece. Finally free, dusting off her gown and her entourage starting to comfort her.

Andre rushed over “Signora, please... These things do happen…” 

she glared at Lefevre menacingly “For the past years these things do happen and do you stop them from happening? No!” then whips her rage to Andre and Firmin and with a threatening point “and you two - you’re as bad as him. ”These things do happen!“ Ma... until you stop these things from happening,” pointing between herself and the stage “this thing does not happen! Bye-bye and ciao. Now you see, I’m really leaving.” drawing even more attention to herself. Then silence except the clicking of her shoes as she stormed out. 

Both Andre and Firmin were frozen in their place, scared for their now questionable success. Madame Alicent came up behind them holding a white envelope, a broken red wax skull seal. “I have a message from the opera ghost” 

“Oh God in heaven, you're all obsessed!” Firmin yelled

Alicent not acknowledging is protest “He welcomes you to his opera house-

“His opera house?” Firmin said even more angrily 

“- and commands that you continue to leave Box Five empty for his use” pointing to the viewing box.

Firmin places his hand on his face in stress “obviously we shall now have to cancel as it appears we have lost our star!”

“Yeah, but surely there should be an understudy” Andre pleads 

“Understudy? There is no understudy for La Carlotta” Reyer, the maestro interjects 

Alicent moves back to stand in front of the dancers they were watching before “Y/N Daae could sing it, sir.”

All attention turns to Y/n who was stretching her leg. The new attention prompted her to stand

“What, a chorus girl? Don't be silly” 

“She has been taking lessons from a great teacher.” Alicent protests

Y/N looks nervously between Alicent and the managers. 

“Who?” Firmin straightens his tie regain his composure

Y/n hesitates “I don't know his name, Monsieur.”  Alicent looks knowingly at Y/N.

“Let her sing for you, monsieur. She has been well taught.”

“All right.” Andre, the more positive of the two managers said “come on, don't be shy... Come on. Come along. Just, just…” moving her to the center of the stage.

Then the conductor taped his baton against the music stand, cleared his throat “from the top then mam’selle”

Everyone watches as Christine cautiously moves to the center of the stage.

“Andre, this is doing nothing for my nerves.” Firmin whispered over his shoulder at Andre, who shook his head in response. 

Then Reyer started the orchestra to the same song Carlotta had sung earlier but the reactions of the crew were completely different. 

“Think of me, think of me fondly, when we've said goodbye” Y/n started slowly “Remember me once in a while - please promise me you'll try.” She looked back at the managers hopefully. “When you find that, once again, you long to take your heart back and be free if you ever find a moment to spare a thought for me…” everyone slowly stops their actions to stare as Y/N lovingly, seemingly entranced by her voice. Y/N voice was definitely well trained. 

“Shes angel” Andre whisper

“We found our star” Firmin responded. 

“We never said our love was evergreen, or as unchanging as the sea - but if you can still remember stop and think of me…” Y/n continued. Unknown to her 2 sets of eyes watched her from afar. 

One familiar pair, those of her childhood sweetheart, Prince Lucarys, “Can it be? Can it be Y/N” he said to himself as he watched her sing. His heart picked up in rhythm, old memories of their love flowed back. The flames of his love reigniting. 

The other, possessed only one eye, which was more sinister, more possessive of HIS Y/N. The owner of the lavender eye hidden from view, masked by the rafters, clouded in shadows, also listened to her lyrics, not that he hasn't heard her voice before. He needed his passion to be known by her, to be adored by her. He can not have this unwanted suitor stealing her from him. 

She. is. His.

Part 2

#aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen x reader #lucerys x reader #aemond #Lucerys #hotd #aemond targaryen