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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...