Phantom's voice: Insolent boy, this slave of fashion. Basking in your glory. Ignorant fool, this brave young suitor. Sharing in my triumph!

Christine (scared): Angel, I hear you. Speak, I listen. Stay by my side. Guide me. Angel, my soul was weak; forgive me. Enter at last, Master.

Phantom's voice: Flattering child, you shall know me. See why in shadow I hide. Look at your face in the mirror. I am there inside.

(Christine turns her head to the mirror where the Phantom is beginning to appear)

Christine: Angel of music, guide and guardian, grant to me your glory. Angel of music, hide no [bad word] to me, strange Angel.

Phantom: I am your Angel of [bad word] to the angel of music...
I am your Angel of [bad word] to the Angel of Music..