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:
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 your glory!

...
Angel of Music!
Hide no longer!
Secret and strange angel ...
...