Angel Of Music

PHANTOM(distant)
Brava..Brava... Bravisima.

MEG (searching)
Christine! Christine!

PHANTOM(distant; deeper than before)
Christine....Christine..

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 (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 . . .

BOTH (harmony)
Angel of Music!
Hide no longer!
Secret and strange angel . . .

CHRISTINE (darkly)
He's with me, even now . . .

MEG (bewildered; concerned)
Your hands are cold . . .

CHRISTINE (scared)
All around me . . .

MEG (concerned)
Your face, Christine, it's white . . .

CHRISTINE
It frightens me . . .

MEG
Don't be frightened . . .