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...