Erik bit his lip to remind himself of his situation and avoid storming through the mirror from which he was observing Christine and that foolish boy converse. Not only had that individual dared to take his seat in the Opera house, forcing Erik to watch from behind the Chandelier, but he was now here in her dressing room. Who was he? Why did he talk to Christine like knew her? The answer came not long after when she recalled her vacations days with Gustave. Erik still couldn't believe what he was witnessing, that poor excuse of a man was charming his way back into Christine's heart, and she was allowing this to happen. How could she?
Abruptly Erik was struck with an even greater alarm. As he watched the youths talk to each other, and the way Christine smiled at the boy, he realized that he was jealous. Frighteningly it was not the jealousy that a tutor experiences when he meets a potential suitor for his protégée. Erik was experiencing the envy that a man feels when the woman he loves is been courted by another. When his feelings for Christine had changed, he did not know. Erik did not notice her growth until that moment, a second ago she had been Gustave's daughter, his duty, but now, now she was a woman before him and he was in love with her.
Shame for this new feeling filled Erik's being. He mutely cursed himself for thinking that way about his friend's child. He imagined Gustave would be furious if he had lived to witness just how low Erik had fallen. But then a sudden more daring thought invaded Erik, this quiet thought filled with him with hope. Perhaps, Erik pondered, perhaps Gustave knew that this would happen.
The idea of such a sacrifice from his friend was both refreshing and throbbing to Erik. If Gusatve indeed had wished for Erik to act as a suitor for Christine he would have said so. But how could he, if she was only a child in those times. With time she would grow into the beautiful woman that Erik now saw through the mirror, but Gustave could not have tried to imply that to Erik when he said that she would take him into her heart. Could he?
Erik came back to the present as he observed that Christine was about to exit the room. She was going to dinner with that boy with the ridiculous name. Erik would not permit such an idiotic performance from her part, even less now that he was so confused by his feelings toward her.
The only way to stop Christine was to enlighten her with the fact that her angel saw her outing with the boy as an insult. Violently, with a range of anger in his voice, her angel called to her.
"Insolent boy, this slave of fashion, basking in your glory!" Erik mocks. "Ignorant fool, this brave young suitor, sharing in my triumph!"
Christineis spell bounded; her angel has heard her thoughts.
"Angel! I hear you, speak, I listen . . ." she pauses and searches around the room for the direction of his voice. "stay by my side, guide me. Angel, my soul was weak, forgive me. Please allow me to see you Master." She begs him.
Erik considers her request and decides to grant it. The time of their meeting has finally come. Erik will consent to Christine's childhood dream; she will look upon the hideous face that is her angel. The man, the voice, and the heart that her father chose to guard her soul.
"Flattering child you shall know me. You'll see why in shadow I hide. Look at your face in the mirror, I am there inside!"
Christine takes a step toward the mirror where the figure of a man dressed in elegant evening clothes becomes apparent. Christine is mystified by this vision; her angel is more a mysterious creature than she imagined him to be. Excited to be by his side she calls to the man in the mirror.
"Angel of Music, my guide, my guardian, grant to me your glory!" she breaths heavily as she slowly walks to him. "Angel of Music, hide no longer. Come to me, strange angel."
Erik sets his eyes directly into hers. He retains her gaze as his voice caresses her softly.
"I am your Angel of Music. Come to your Angel of Music."
Christine stands before the glowing, shimmering glass, staring into the depths of Erik's eyes.
Outside Raoul has returned. He hears the voice of a man and is puzzled. Desperately he tries to open the door but it is locked.
"Whose is that voice? Who is that in there?" He screams.
Meanwhile inside the room, the mirror opens for Christine and behind it, in an inferno of white light, stands her angel, the Phantom of the Opera. Holding her gaze he reaches forward and offers her his hand. She deposits her palm in his and he firmly, but not fiercely, closes his hand locking her within him. He pulls her through and the mirror closes behind her. Gracefully walking in front of her with no glances back the angel leads her way through an unknown passage.
Raoul forces his weight on the door and it swings open. He enters to find the room empty.
