This refers to the climb, not the, well, opera. Here is what happened - bearing in mind that this was 1995. We put up a top rope, lowered down and set to work. We understood that the first few bolts-worth constituted the crux and substance, as it were. So far so good, because they were trivial. The first few bolts worth. Actually they weren't trivial, but this is the interwebs and I am allowed to lie brazenly. They were OK.
Up and up I went. The last move seemed hard, but finally I had that sorted and was ready to redpoint it.
I got on with it. Half a mile into the route, and with something around another 17 to go, things were looking decidely cock-eyed. I was lost and attempting to superimpose the sequence from some other part of the route onto the place where I was currently located. In Phantom of the Opera (the opera, not the climb) Carlotta is singing the lead in the Phantom's opera, contrary to his instructions. Under his malign influence things do not work out for her. Following a hideous attack of croaking, the lead is given to Christine in the next act. That's pretty much what happened to me.
Phantom of the Opera. It's absolutely brick hard at grade 28.
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