As the applause fades a faint voice in the distance begins to speak "Brava.. Brava... Bravissimo.."
As Meg calls her "Christine? Christine?"
The faint voice follows "Christine.."
As Meg approaches her she begins to ask "Where in the world have you been hiding really you were... perfect I only wish I knew your secret who is this new tutor???"
"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 is here. Here in this room he calls me softly somewhere inside hiding. Somehow I know he's always with me here, an unseen genius"
"I watch your face from the shadows distant through all the applause. I hear your voice in the darkness. Yet the words aren't yours."
"Angel of music guide and guardian grant to me your glory-"
"Who is this angel? Angel of music hide no longer secret and strange angel"
"He's with me if unknown"
"Your hands are cold."
"All around me."
"Your face Christine it's white!"
"It frightens me!"
"Don't be frightened-"
A loud thud on the flor interrupts Meg. They turn around and notice Madam Shering standing there angry. "Meg Gerie, are you a dancer?" She growls. Meg looks at the floor in silence "Then go and practice!" Meg runs off and the madam and Christine are left alone. Madam begins speaking but I'm a soft gentle tone this time as if her anger was washed away. "My dear, I was asked to give you this." She hands her a letter and when Madam leaves, Christine hurries over to her vanity, sits down, opens the letter, and begins reading.
"A red scarf, the attic, little lotté"
Meanwhile...
The mangers are laughing and joking with each other and the mysterious man laughs along with them. They approach Christine's room and the man stops them and tells them. "Uh. Gentleman. If you wouldn't mind. This is one visit I should prefer to make.. unaccompanied."
"Ah yes they appears to have met before" they laugh as they turn and leave the man in front of Christine's dressing room.
In her dressing room...
As Christine is washing up and relaxing she hears a voice coming from behind her.
"Christine Daae? Where is your red scarf?"
"Missourí?"
"You kind of lost it. After all the trouble I took. I was just 14 and soaked to the skin-"
"Because you had run into the sea to fetch my scarf! Oh Raul so it is you!"
"Christine" as he says gently and hands her a single fully bloomed red rose. "Little Lotté let her mind wander."
"You remember that too?"
"Little lotté, for am I fonder of dolls? Or of goblins of shoes?"
"Or of riddles of frogs?"
"Those picnics in the attic are of chocolates."
"Father playing the violin.."
"As we read to each other dark stories of the North" he chuckled
"Know what I love best Lotté said? Is when I must sleep in my bed and the angel of music sang songs in my head. Father said 'when I am in heaven child I will send the angel of music to you' well.. father is dead Raul, and I have been visited by the angel of music."
"No doubt of it. And now. We go to supper."
"No Raul, the angel of music is very strict."
"I shan't keep you up late"
"But-" Christine is cut off by Raul
"You must change, I must get my hat. Two minutes... little lotté"
She calls his name as he shuts the door and she throws the rose in her vanity drawer with a frightened look on her face. She looks in the mirror and says with a trembling voice "Things.. Things have changed Raul..." as she sits there an angry voice starts yelling and she jerks back in her chair
"INSOLENT BOY! THIS SLAVE OF FASHION! BASKING IN YOUR GLORY. IGNORANT FOOL! THIS BRAVE YOUNG SUITOR. SHARING IN MY TRIUMPH!" The voice growls.
