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