Phantom: Bravi, bravi, bravissimi Meg: 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 are talking in riddles And it's not like you Christine: Angel of music Guide and guardian Grant to me your glory Meg: 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, is white Christine: It frightens me Meg: Don't be frightened