You'd spent most of the evening explaining to your old friend, Raoul, Vicomte de Chagny, how you'd met an angel of music who had taught you to be the best you could be.

He invited you to supper and left before you could protest. You helplessly said to yourself: "Things have changed, Raoul."

"Insolent boy! Basking in your glory! Ignorant fool! This brave young suitor! Sharing in my triumph!" The Phantom shouted, enraged by Raoul trying to get close to you... his angel of music.

You plead with him for a while before he relented, opening the mirror at the end of your room, "I am your angel of music, come to me angel of music..." He reached out his hand, a tall silhouette in the light of a secret passage behind your gold frame mirror. "I am your angel of music, come to me angel of music!"