PHANTOM'S VOICE: Brava, brava, bravissima . . .

MEG:

Christine, Christine...

(Phantom: Christine...)

Where in the world

have you been hiding?

Really, you were perfect!

I only wish

I knew your secret!

Who is your great tutor?

CHRISTINE:

Father once spoke of an angel

I used to dream he'd appear

Now as I sing, I can sense him

And I know he's here

Here in this room

he calls me softly

somewhere inside hiding

Somehow I know

he's always with me

he - the unseen genius

MEG:

Christine, you must have been dreaming, stories like this can't come true

Christine, you're talking in riddles, and it's not like you!

CHRISTINE:

Angel of Music!

Guide and guardian!

Grant to me your glory!

MEG(to herself):

Who is this angel? This...

BOTH:

Angel of Music!

Hide no longer!

Secret and strange angel

CHRISTINE:

He's with me, even now...

MEG:

Your hands are cold...

CHRISTINE:

All around...

MEG:

Your face, Christine, it's white...

CHRISTINE:

It frightens me...

MEG:

Don't be frightened...