IVBonjour and welcome to my world, who ever you may be. I won't hesitate to say that I am merely an imagination and that I do not exsist. I also do not favor labels for most are not the proper names for me. I wish also for you to know that I am quite a musical fool. I will DIE without anykind of music or art. I'd say I'm obessed, crazed, insane... but those words are those of mine. So, you can say whatever, you may bind me to a label, you may dislike me- But I cannot any ask more of thee than to address me as IV.
V: Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villian by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. (he carves a "V" into a sign) The only verdict is vengence; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. (giggles) Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Evey: Are you like a crazy person?
V: I'm quite sure they will say so.
Phantom: Sing once again with me,
Our strange duet
My power over you
Grows stronger yet
And though you turn from me,
to glance behind...
The Phantom of the Opera is there,
Inside your mind...
Masquerade, paper faces on parade
Hide your face so the world will never find you...
Christine, I love you....
You alone can make my song take flight,
It's over now, the Music of the Night!
Clopin: What makes a monster, and what makes a man?
Are you whatching closely?....