Choreographer: “Great, see? if everyone put as much energy into their solos as Javert does into killing himself, we’d be on the West End.”
All the prostitutes agreed that our Bamatabois was the World’s Most Polite Molester. We made him a certificate. He blushed.
Enjolras sashayed onto the stage for One Day More like he was on Drag Race.
Grantaire and Enjolras plotting for twenty minutes on how to make their scenes as gay as possible. The directors are very supportive.
Valjean: (mixes up lyrics ONCE)
Everyone for the rest of eternity: “MY NAME IS LOAF OF BREAD”
Marius is disliked by the revolutionaries because he’s the only hetero. that is our official Amis-approved reason.
*eponine dies* Enjolras: (goes into La Vie Boheme) DEARLY BELOVED WE ARE GATHERED HERE TO SAAAAY OUR GOODBYES, HERE SHE LIIIIIIIES.
Marius jumped up to the tech booth, fought his way past the sound engineer and a bunch of stagehands just to blast the YTP of Look Down on the speakers.
Enjolras: Break a leg, Javert! And an arm! And your spine!
Choreographer: Everyone thank the director for accompanying us, especially since he’s sick today, so he isn’t feeling okay.
Director (slumped over the piano keyboard) : Oh, I’m never okay. *stares off into the distance*
*whispers* okay I wont tell anyone. Im good at keeping secrets.
Before I came to France I was a bit if a wanderer. Never really had a home or a family (until now)
But when I stayed in poland there was this little oldlady who swore up and down that I looked just like her grandson and took me in for multiple nights, gave me warm clothes and a hot meal.
She was quite the nationalist, always going on about the lovely place and all it offered. Anyway- I had to leave because I had so much more to see but I never forgot her
When I returned years later I found that she had been fallen ill and died shortly after I left. But Ive never forgotten a word she had said to me about that place
And I figure I owe it to her to keep on what make her so happy.
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