PHANTOM(distant; deeper than before)
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 (abstracted, sitting in an empty room with a miral and candles)
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 . . .
(trance-like) Here in this room
he calls me softly . . .
somewhere inside, hiding . . .
Somehow I know he's always with me . . .
he - the unseen genius . . .
MEG (uneasily, matter-of-factly)
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 (not hearing her, ecstatic)
Angel of Music! Guide
and guardian! Grant to me your glory!
MEG (to herself)
Who is this angel? This . . .
Angel of Music!
Hide no longer!
Secret and strange angel . . .
He's with me, even now . . .
MEG (bewildered; concerned)
Your hands are cold . . .
All around me . . .
Your face, Christine, it's white . . .
It frightens me . . .
Don't be frightened . . .