"Christine Daaé can sing it!"
I trembled with the very thought,
My friends were encouraging;
Though what they think I cared not.
My dear Angel of Music,
My voice was for him only.
I'd sing tonight with his aid,
Though I would be what they see.
The girl, meek and small
Would become the star,
While the man behind her in triumph
Watched from afar.

This night was amazing,
My voice was so strong!
There's magic tonight,
Nothing can be wrong.
I hope He liked my performance,
Though I'm sure it could be better,
I will practice yet tomorrow
So that I'll improve even more.

Wait, what's the knocking?
At my door there stands a man
He looks so familiar, but who-
He smiles like only a certain one can-
Raoul! It IS him,
He watched me tonight,
It's so nice to see him again,
But the Angel won't lose me without a fight.
I don't want it to come to that,
Raoul, my old friend,
Or the Angel, my guide,
It would have a bitter end
If I was forced to choose,
I don't think that I could,
But I won't think of it now,
The Angel's visiting as he promised he would.