Angel of music

Phantom:
Bravo, bravo, bravissima

Meg:
Christine, 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 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...

Christine & Meg:
Angle of Music
Hide no longer
Secret and strange and joy

Christine:
He's with me, even now

Meg:
Your hands are cold

Christine:
All around you

Meg:
Your face, Christine, is white

Christine:
It frightens me

Meg:
Don't be frightened

Firmin:
Ah, Vicomte, I think we've made quite a discovery in Miss Daae
Perhaps we can present her to you, dear Vicomte

Raoul:
Gentlemen, if you wouldn't mind, this is one visitor I prefer to make unaccompanied.
Thank you

Andre:
It would appear they've met before