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 ...