Meg: 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: 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 Here, the unseen genius
Meg: Christine you must have been dreaming Stories like this can't come ture 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
Both: Angel of music Hide no longer Secret and strange, angel