Angel of music
- AFTER THE GALA (SCENE 2)
(CHRISTINE is at the dressing room door)
PHANTOM'S VOICE: 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 this new tutor?
CHRISTINE (entering the dressing room)
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 (not hearing her, ecstatic)
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, it's white . . .
CHRISTINE: It frightens me . . .
MEG: Don't be frightened . . .
LRC: yangchencen
- AFTER THE GALA (SCENE 2)
(CHRISTINE is at the dressing room door)
PHANTOM'S VOICE: 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 this new tutor?
CHRISTINE (entering the dressing room)
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 (not hearing her, ecstatic)
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, it's white . . .
CHRISTINE: It frightens me . . .
MEG: Don't be frightened . . .
LRC: yangchencen