The Phantom of the Opera2004

[Christine is by herself in a small room in front of candles. A low voice echoes around the room]

The Phantom:
[sings] Brava, Brava, Bravissima.

[Christine smiles at the praise]

Meg Giry:
[singing as she walks down stairs to room] Christine, Christine?

The Phantom:
[sings quietly] Christine...

Meg:
[sings] 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:
Meg, when your mother brought me here to live, whenever I'd come down here alone to light a candle for my father, a voice... from up above, and in my dreams, he was always there. You see, when my father lay dying, he told me I will be protected by an angel, an angel of music.

Meg:
Christine, do you believe? Do you think the spirit of your father's coaching you?

Christine:
Who else, Meg? Who? [sings] 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 some true. Christine, you’re 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-

Meg and Christine:
[singing together] 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.