PHANTOM:
Brava, brava, bravissimma...

MEG:
Christine... Christine...

PHANTOM:
Christine...

MEG:
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 [bad word] [bad word] 
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