Oh yes.

Oh yes. This is Helen alone. No Candyman. No seduction. Just obsession, doubt, hunger, unraveling. Big gothic soprano arc. Fragile to feral. “GLASS AND HONEY” (Helen’s Solo) (Helen – soft, almost spoken) There’s something in the mirror That wasn’t there before A breath upon the surface A shadow near the door I tell myself it’s nothing A trick of light and air But every time I turn away I feel him standing there (Piano enters. Low strings underneath.) They say he’s just a story A sickness of the mind A whisper passed through broken teeth To keep the dark confined But stories don’t have heartbeat And myths don’t make you ache So why do I feel honey Every time my bones begin to shake? (Build begins.) If I say your name Will you answer me? If I break the glass Will you set me free? Am I chasing fear Or destiny? Is this madness Or is it me? (Orchestra swelling.) I wanted something sacred Something fierce and true Something that would split the sky And tear my life in two Not lectures in a classroom Not papers neatly filed I wanted revelation I wanted to be defiled (Big lift — soprano soars.) So come into my silence Come into my skin If loving you is ruin Then let the ruin begin I am not afraid of monsters I am not afraid to fall I am afraid of living Unmarked at all (Music drops to strings tremble. Intimate.) They’ll say I’ve lost my reason They’ll say I’ve lost my way But something in that darkness Is more honest than the day If pain is the communion And blood the holy wine Then let the mirror open And let your shadow enter mine (Final soaring belt.) If I say your name Will you claim me? If I burn alive Will you frame me In legend? In flame? In memory? Make me the writing on the wall — Make me the story they can’t ignore — Make me more than flesh and bone — Make me yours — (whisper) Say my name.