concert status: over

[fahye]

Gabwerglesnrk.

*collapses*

I wonder how much it costs to hire one of those pretty Asian women who walk up and down on your back until the muscles stop hurting. More money than I have, I'm sure. And one can hardly pound the hell out of one's own shoulderblades. Bah.

Watching Les Miserables.

I love you, Enjolras. Sure, sure, marry France; I'll be your whorish mistress.

...you work that trenchcoat, Eponine honey. I love you as well.

So maybe I know this musical far too well to be considered sane, but I've had the music poured into me since I was very small. Phillip Quast's Javert is perfection. The harp solo behind On My Own is perfection. Enjolras is my fucking hero, man.

Don't you say a word.

Comments

[lunamystic]

Oh, indeed.

Fahye and Heather: *construct a makeshift barricade out of folding metal chairs in the corner of the room, climb up and look purposeful*

*warble* Will you give all you can give so that our banner may advance? Some will fall and some will live. Will you stand up and take your chance? The blood of the martyrs will water the meadows of France ...

Ji: Ah, revolution! *joins*

Milli-folken: ...

We were sitting on those.

[darthrami.livejournal.com]

*climbs atop the barricade*

[fahye.livejournal.com]

*warbles bravely onwards, scarlet-clad*

Red, the blood of angry meeeen!

[unravels.livejournal.com]

*grabs tattered flag*

Black, the dark of ages paaaaast!

[hee. :D]

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

Hilariously, I don't know the thing well enough to join in.

*flees*

[fahye.livejournal.com]

Oh, that will change. THAT WILL CHANGE.

*wraps red cummerbund around you and shoves you out onto barricades*