LITTLE LOTTE 

RAOUL: 
Little Lotte, let her mind wander. 
Little Lotte thought… I fonder of dolls, or of goblins or shoes... 

CHRISTINE: 
Raoul! 

RAOUL: 
Or of riddles or frocks... 

CHRISTINE: 
Those picnics in the attic 

RAOUL: 
Or of chocolates 

CHRISTINE: 
Father playing the violin 

RAOUL: 
As we read to each other dark stories of the North 

CHRISTINE: 
No, what I love best, Lotte said, is when I'm asleep in my bed, 
And the Angel of Music sings songs in my head! 

BOTH: 
The Angel of Music sings song in my head! 

RAOUL: 
Oh, you sang like an angel tonight. 

CHRISTINE: 
Father said, "When I'm in heaven, child, I will send the Angel of Music to you". 
Well, father is dead, Raoul, and I have been visited by the Angel of Music. 

RAOUL: 
Oh, no doubt of it. And now, we'll go to supper! 

CHRISTINE: 
No, Raoul, the Angel of music is very strict. 

RAOUL: 
Well, I shan't keep you up late! 

CHRISTINE: 
Raoul, no! 

RAOUL: 
You must change. I'll order my carriage. Two minutes, Little Lotte. 

CHRISTINE: 
No, Raoul, wait! 

THE MIRROR (ANGEL OF MUSIC) 

PHANTOM: 
Insolent boy! This slave of fashion basking in your glory! 
Ignorant fool! This brave young suitor sharing in my triumph! 

CHRISTINE: 
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: 
Flattering child you shall know me, 
See why in shadow I hide! 
Look at your face in the mirror, I am there inside! 

CHRISTINE: 
Angel of Music! Guide and guardian! 
Grant to me your glory! 
Angel of Music! Hide no longer! [bad word] to me, strange angel... 

PHANTOM: 
I am your angel of music... [bad word] to me, angel of music... 
I am your angel of music... [bad word] to me, angel of music