Brava, brava, bravissima...
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:
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:
I watched your face from the shadows
Distant through all the applause
I hear your voice in the darkness,
But the words aren't yours
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, it's white ...
CHRISTINE:
It frightens me...
MEG:
Don't be frightened ...
GIRY:
Meg Giry. Are you a dancer?
Then come and practice.
My dear, I was asked to give you this
CHRISTINE:
A red scarf ... the attic ... Little Lotte ...
ANDRE:
A tour de force! No other way to describe it!
FIRMIN:
What a relief! Not a single refund!
MME. FIRMIN:
Greedy.
ANDRE:
Richard, I think we've made quite a discovery in Miss Daaé!
FIRMIN:
Here we are, Monsieur le Vicomte.
RAOUL:
Gentlemen if you wouldn't mind.
This is one visit I should prefer to make unaccompanied.
ANDRE:
As you wish, monsieur.
FIRMIN:
They appear to have met before ...
Little Lotte
RAOUL:
Christine Daaé, where is your scarf?
CHRISTINE:
Monsieur?
RAOUL:
You can't have lost it. Not after all the trouble I took.
I was just fourteen and soaked to the skin ...
CHRISTINE:
Because you had run into the sea to fetch my scarf.
Oh, Raoul. So it is you!
RAOUL:
Christine.
Little Lotte Let your mind wander ...
CHRISTINE:
Remember that, too ... ?
RAOUL:
Little Lotte thought: Am I fonder of dolls,
BOTH:
Or of goblins or shoes
CHRISTINE:
Or of riddles or frocks ...
RAOUL:
Those picnics in the attic?
or of chocolates
CHRISTINE:
Father playing the violin ...
RAOUL:
As we read to each other dark stories of the North ...
CHRISTINE:
No, what I love best, Lotte said, is when I'm asleep in my bed, and the Angel of Music sings songs in my head!"
BOTH:
The Angel of Music sings song in my head!
CHRISTINE:
Father said, "When I'm in heaven, child, I will send the Angel of Music to you".
Well, father is dead, Raoul, and I have been visited by the Angel of Music.
RAOUL:
There's no doubt of that. But now, we'll go to supper!
CHRISTINE:
No, Raoul, the Angel of Music is very strict.
RAOUL:
I shan't keep you up late!
CHRISTINE:
No, Raoul ...
RAOUL:
You must change. I must get my hat. Two minutes Little Lotte.
CHRISTINE:
Raoul!
Things have changed, Raoul
