PHANTOM:

Brava, brava, bravissima...

MEG:
Christine,Christine...

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...