PHANTOM:
Brava, brava, bravissima...
MEG:
Christine,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:
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 me...
MEG:
Your face, Christine, it's white...
CHRISTINE:
It frightens me...
MEG:
Don't be frightened...