PHANTOM:
Brava, brava, bravissima ...

MEG:
Where in the world have you been hiding?
Really, you were perfect!
I only wish I knew your secret!
Who is this new 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 ...

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 ...