ANGEL OF MUSIC 

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 

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 

FIRMIN:  [bad word]  I think we've made quite a discovery in Miss Daaй 

ANDRE: 
Perhaps we could present her to you, dear [bad word]  

RAOUL: 
Gentlemen if you wouldn't mind. 
This is one visit I should prefer to make [bad word]  Thank you. 

FIRMIN: 
It would appear they have met before.