Angel Of Music
PHANTOM'S VOICE: Brava, brava, bravissima . . .
MEG:
Christine, Christine...
(Phantom: 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 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!
MEG(to herself):
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...