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's 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:Angel of music,
Guide and Guardian,
Grant to me you 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
