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 is the unsee genius
MEG:Christine, you must have been dreaming
Stories like this can't come true
Christine, you're talking in riddles
And it's not like you
CHRISTINE:Angel of music, guide and guardian
Grant to me your glory,
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