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 your 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 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 ...