Les Miserables
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Footloose
**Meanwhile, back with the other Mizzies**
Enjolras: What is this tripe? *pokes a plate of cookies*
Eponine: *around a mouthful of cookies* Nommage! *crumbs go spraying everywhere*
Enjolras: Careful with the vest!
Joly: *gingerly holds a cup of green Kool-aid* Is she trying to poison us??
Courfeyrac: Cool! *chugs away*
Marius: I don't know what to do with these...they taste wrong, somehow.
Combeferre: *reading package* Considering that I can't pronounce half of the ingredients, I'm not surprised that they taste wrong.
Enjolras: Enough of this! Men, prepare yourselves: we go on an expedition!
Courfeyrac: Oh, not another one...
Enjolras: Silence!
Javert: *strolls in* Enough with the yelling, le blonde. They can hear you perfectly well.
Enjolras: No one asked for your opinion.
Javert: Nonetheless, I give it. *picks up a cookie and delicately munches it*
Bramble: *enters* You like cookies, Javert??
Javert: Not necessarily. But when hungry, beggers can't be choosers.
Bramble: I didn't know you guys were hungry...
Courfeyrac: Food? *makes pleading expression*
Bramble: Oh no you don't! We did that for the last two plays!
Javert: Even actors have to eat.
Bramble: Yes, I'm well aware of that...but I have a better idea.
Courfeyrac: Oh really? Well, then I'm not interested.
Bramble: Haha. I propose that we play a game!
All: *groan*
Enjolras: What about our expedition?
Bramble: I can assure you, there's not much to see around here.
Javert: A testament to your normally empty head, captress?
Bramble: Very funny. I just meant that--
Javert: Yes, yes, no need to explain.
Bramble: --oh never mind. So a game is out of the question.
All: *nodnod*
Bramble: Um...how about a movie?
Courfeyrac: What's a movie?
Bramble: *gasp* I haven't introduced you to the wonder that is movies??
Javert: *drily* To me, yes, to the others, no.
Bramble: *smacks forehead* Gah! Okay, now it's time for an education.
Courfeyrac: But what's a movie??
Bramble: Uh...a movie is a moving picture, of sorts...
All: *blank look*
Bramble: ...you'll just have to see it. Now, time for a movie choice...Gasp! I know!
Enjolras: I'm almost afraid.
Bramble: Psycho! *holds up movie*
Javert: I thought that that movie terrified you out of your mind.
Bramble: ...well, yeah, it did...but it has Tony Perkins in it!
All: *blank stare*
Bramble: A movie actor who is now dead. *sniff* Somehow, I shall recover from that knowledge...sad though it is...
Javert: I seem to have left my violin at home.
Bramble: Gee, thanks. So, onward!! *races for the DVD player*
All: *trail after her reluctantly*
Jehan: *quietly* I have a bad feeling about this...
**Sometime later**
Bramble: *gushing* Isn't Tony Perkins CUTE??
Javert: You seem to forget, captress, that the majority of the people here are men who wouldn't have much appreciation for things that are 'cute' in the male sense.
Bramble: ...point taken...
*During the 'shower scene*
Bramble: Ugh, this part gives me shivers. He's so calm and collected about the whole thing...
Mizzies: *are in a combination of grimaces and suspense*
Javert: I can see why you didn't want to watch it twice earlier.
Bramble: It's easier to watch when there's people to watch it with me.
Javert: I'm sure.
*After the end*
Bramble: Well? What'd you think?
Valjean: That was a sick movie.
Bramble: ...any other opinions?
Javert: No comment.
Jehan: *twitch* So scary...
Bramble: *pats Jehan* Yeah, that's what I thought too when I first saw it.
Jehan: *twitches again*
Bramble: So are we ready to move on again? Anybody?
Enjolras: No.
Bramble: I already know what you think. How about anyone else? *looks around expectantly*
All: *make expressions of 'if we must'*
Bramble: Right! Then onward!
*Onstage*
Bramble: *yawn* Oy, this play seems to be going on forever.
Enjolras: You're not the only one who feels that way.
Bramble: I'm going to ignore you, 'kay?
Enjolras: *grumble*
Bramble: *consults papers* Let's see...oh! One of my favorite songs and dance sequences!
Javert: If you're talking about that dance that you did during auditions--
Bramble: As a matter of fact, I am. And it's a good dance!
Javert: *cough* That's your opinion *cough*
Bramble: Oh be quiet! So, in this scene, our four main characters go to a dance and learn that Willard--that is, Enjolras--can't dance to save his life.
Courfeyrac: That's not too far from the truth, actually.
Enjolras: *stiffly* Dancing is overrated.
Bramble: So, during this song they teach him how to dance. Comprende?
Enjolras: Unfortunately, yes.
Cosette: *perks up* So I get a real solo?
Bramble: Yes, you get a real solo.
Cosette: *glee*
Bramble: Are we ready then? All right, let's go!
Cosette: My baby, he don't talk sweet Considering that this is Enjolras, I'm not surprised
He ain't got much to say Unless it's about a revolution
But he loves me, loves me, loves me I certainly hope he doesn't!
I know that he loves me anyway Captress, this is weird, singing about Enjolras
Bramble: Think about Marius instead.
Cosette: Well...okay!
Cosette: And maybe he don't dress fine No, that's certainly true
But I don't really mind Not at all!
Cuz every time he pulls me near I look to see if my father is watching
I just wanna cheer Well, that too
Let's hear it for the boy Woo
Let's give the boy a hand Everybody clap!
Let's hear it for my baby Why isn't anyone clapping?
You know you gotta understand What party-poopers...
Whoa, maybe he's no Romeo Marius? You would be surprised
But he's my lovin' one-man show *blush* Aww...
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Let's hear it for the boy Ah yeah!
*Courfeyrac and the male extras manage to start teaching Enjolras how to dance; Bramble jumps onstage behind Cosette and the female extras and starts doing the dance choreography for this song*
Cosette and Extras: My baby may not be rich But I am, and that makes things all better
He's watching every dime I seem to remember a chapter in the Brick about his budget--it was quite interesting
But he loves me, loves me, loves me *grins*
And we always have a real good time *dreamy sigh* Yeah...
Cosette: And maybe he sings off key Does he? I think that he has a marvelous voice
But that's alright by me It is?
Cuz what he does he does so well
Makes me wanna yell I don't yell!........
.......Oh, he don't score at Bowl-A-Rama Ooh, a cut! And what's Bowl-a-Rama?
Still, you gotta thank his Mama We do? I thought his mother was dead
Whoa, whoa whoa whoa
Let's hear it for the boy Yes!
Hear it for my man Isn't it oxymoronic to call him a boy and a man in the same sentence?
Let's hear it for my baby High note!
Bramble: *continues doing dance choreography*
Javert: Captress, didn't we tell you that in the sake of all decency you shouldn't dance to that song?
Bramble: *stops and blushes* Oh shut up!
Courfeyrac: My, my, is our dear captress getting embarrassed so easily?
Bramble: I never get embarrassed! Well...hardly ever, anyway.
Courfeyrac: Suuuure.
Bramble: You are thoroughly infuriating, Courfeyrac, did you know that?
Courfeyrac: *modestly* I try.
Bramble: Obviously. *grabs papers from Combeferre* Let's see, where were we...Oh. *makes face*
Valjean: What, an undesireable song?
Bramble: ...you could say that...um, Fantine?
Fantine: Yes?
Bramble: Would you be horribly offended if I wanted to cut 'Can You Find It In You Heart'?
Fantine: Well, not offended per se, but a little sad.
Bramble: Dangit. Hmm...well, I'm going to cut it anyway because it's a pretty boring song.
Fantine: Aww...
Bramble: Sorry! *marks out song* Okay, so what's the next song... OH! Oh oh! Good song! This is where Ren is supposed to be trying out his defense speech to the town council--I love this song! *spazz*
Javert: We can tell...
Bramble: Go for it, guys!
Courfeyrac: Dancing is not a crime It isn't? Well, then I don't want anything to do with it
Enjolras, Jehan, Joly, Feuilly: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Repetition again
Courfeyrac: Yeah! Was that an agreement or an exclamation?
Ever since the dawn of time There's a dawn?
If anything, everybody had
The right to howl at the moon Awooo!
And to move all night Heck, I STILL do that!
Enjolras, Jehan, Joly, Feuilly: Ah-wooo That was the most pathetic howl we've ever heard
Move all night Agreeing here, I guess
Courfeyrac: When folks were tribal - I'm glad I didn't live then
Back before the Bible
They were liable to dance whenever they wanted! Hah!
When the crops came in Oh, well that's BORING
Or they'd pull out all the stops
When the earth would spin It spins anyway
Or maybe Maybe what?
Enjolras, Jehan, Joly, Feuilly: What? We're of the same mind, apparently
Courfeyrac: They had a battle to win Gasp!
So they'd go thumpin' on a tree trunk Early drums, woo
All: *stomp four times*
Courfeyrac: Grooving to the free funk I do that all the time, hah
Enjolras, Jehan, Joly, Feuilly: Yeah! Don't we know it!
Courfeyrac: And just like that *snaps fingers*
Feuilly: In nothin' flat Is that new-fangled slang?
Courfeyrac: There'd be hands clappin'
Toes tappin', feet flappin'
Dogs yappin' Wow, rhyme much?
Hey! Hey! Hold it right there!
I coulda told you that would happen I could? Oh, yeah, right, I could
They would dance No, really?
Enjolras, Jehan, Joly, Feuilly: They would dance Yes, really
Courfeyrac: Every time they had the chance Which is all the time!
Whatever the season
or circumstance Really? That could get interesting
They found a reason to throw a
party in their pants Freudian psychology coming to mind here...
And they'd dance I never would have guessed
Wow!
They would dance And it was good
Yeah, dance..........
..........All: *stomp seven times quickly* We're cool! Yes we are! We are awesome!
Courfeyrac: We only wanna kick up our heels We're young and entitled!
And I betcha ev'ry one of you knows how that feels Who are they?
I betcha do Oh?
Enjolras, Jehan, Joly, Feuilly: They do Of course!
Courfeyrac: Uh huh ...who are they again?
I betcha do No one is answering me
Enjolras, Jehan, Joly, Feuilly: They say they don't
But we know they do Who knows who 'they' are...
Courfeyrac: People been dancing
since God knows when *nodnod*
And that's the way
it should be again Yes!
So let's dance Woo!
Ev'ry time we get the chance What fun
Whatever the season
or circumstance Sort of
Find a reason to throw
that party in your pants There's that Freudian psychology again
And then
Dance Dance Disco, baby!
Whatever the season
It's pleasin' to dance! Yeah!
Bramble: Yee, what a fun song.
Enjolras: Says you.
Bramble: Must you be such a wet blanket all the time?
Javert: Yes, he does.
Enjolras: I am not a wet blanket!
Bramble: Yes, you are!
Enjolras: I am the revolutionary-raising red-vested wonder! I am NOT a wet blanket!
Javert: *mock patting* Don't worry, it'll take a while for your mind to wrap around the concept.
Bramble: *quickly* Moving onward, moving onward...Enjolras, you get your big moment here.
Enjolras: *suspicious* Oh?
Bramble: Yes, you get to sing a solo.
Enjolras: Considering how idiotic my character is, I shudder to think of what horrors you're going to present for me...
Bramble: So, your character Willard is singing about how his mama has the greatest sayings and whatnot--
Enjolras: What? No! I refuse!
Bramble: Wet blanket...?
Enjolras: *growls*
Javert: *sarcastically* Ooh, scary.
Bramble: It's better than 'All I Ask of You', so buck up!
Enjolras: 'Better' is stretching it--
Bramble: I don't care! Get on there and sing! *glare*
Enjolras: You don't frighten me.
Bramble: Oh, I don't? *kicks him in the shin*
Valjean: That was an excellent way to get someone to NOT want to comply.
Bramble: Oh, you'd be surprised.
Javert: Yes, I'm sure we would...
Enjolras: *stops jumping around clutching leg* Ouch.
Bramble: Are we ready to cooperate now?
Enjolras: Fine, fine. *grumble grumble*
Bramble: See?
Valjean: Okay, you win.
Enjolras: Everything I ever learned was from a book
That gets me through the worst Books are good for that
I learned at my Mama's knee Uh. *cough* Really.
Now, anytime I'm turned around Which is never
I turn to Mama first I do not!
And you'd be wise Stupid, more like
To memorize Learn Robespierre, and Saint-Just
What Mama says to me 'Mama' is far too familiar a title
Now, Mama ain't been wrong yet, and I'm living proof. No one asked me *huffs*
Feuilly: Take that for what it's worth *snerk*
Enjolras: Mama says *sing-song* I'm not listening!
Don't use a toaster while standing in the shower ...what's a toaster?
Now who an argue with that? I might
Mama says
Don't hold your breath for longer than an hour This is idiotic.
The woman knows where it's at! Uh huh. Right.
And Mama says it doesn't matter When does this song end?
If you're a king or you're a clown Oh, yes it does
Once you drive up a mountain
You can't back down Oh, you could. It's be difficult, but you could.
Jehan: You can't back down, Ren! Heck no! Wait, what?
Enjolras: Now, Ren, you've not yet had the pleasure of meeting my Mama,
but these boys here have. C'mon and help me out, fellas! This could be frightening to behold
Jehan, Joly, and Feuilly: Mama says
Enjolras: Don't drink hot coffee lying down in bed Nice
Don't even give it a thought Not that thought is something that is common in this group
Jehan, Joly, and Feuilly: It's a mess No, really?
Mama says
Enjolras: Never eat anything bigger than your head Where do these sayings come from?
Is she a whiz or what? Nope
Jehan, Joly, and Feuilly: Oh yes! Oh no! What are we agreeing with?
Enjolras: And Mama says it doesn't matter Oh yes it does
If you're a king or you're a clown Courfeyrac, you're the clown here
Once you drive up a mountain And we can all guess who the king is
You can't back down Oh, not that again...
Once you drive up a mountain Repeat...
You can't back down I'd still like to see you try
Mama makes a lot of sense No she doesn't
If you know how to listen I'm listening, but it still doesn't make sense
She is clear and concise I'll bet that I'm the only one here who knows what 'concise' means
Jehan, Joly, and Feuilly: She's concise! We know what it means!
Enjolras: Daddy says, "I love her, son, He does, does he?
But she's got marbles missin'" I'll agree there
But I say, "Hey! It's free advice ...true
And what d'you expect at that price?" Also true
Jehan, Joly, and Feuilly: Mama says Crooning time!
Enjolras: What you believe in is all you really own Also true
And I believe that she's right Wait, I'm agreeing with this tripe??
Jehan, Joly, and Feuilly: Mama says Deep breath, more crooning
Enjolras: If you've got doubts, well, then, boy, you're not alone No, probably not
Just means you're ready to fight If this song involves a barricade I'll be amazed
And Mama says it doesn't matter I'll bet it does
If you're a king or you're a clown Oh, this again?
Once you drive up a mountain Sigh
You can't back down, down, down, down Repeat much? Yeesh
You can turn up the heat So?
Joly: You can turn up the road This is relevant how?
Enjolras: You can carry a beat Yes, but so?
Jehan: You can carry a load Yay, physical labor!
Enjolras: You can throw a fit Not seen much of that lately
Feuilly: You can throw a punch Bahorel, that's your part
Enjolras: You can bring up a child *shudders* Ugh
Courfeyrac: You can bring up your lunch! Hahahaha!
Jehan: Now Ren, your mama may say that but Willard's mama-- What? What??
Enjolras: A one, two, three! Countdown
All: And Mama says it doesn't matter What, again??
Enjolras: If you drive a hard bargain or drive around town I think it does, personally
All: Once you drive up a mountain Les sigh
You can't back down Yes you can!
Once you drive up a mountain
You can't back down! *they exit; after a moment everyone piles back onstage led by Enjolras*
Enjolras: I thought of one more thing No I haven't!
Mama says Argh...
Don't buy a chandelier unless you've got a ceiling No duh
I don't know what that's about ...how dense is my character supposed to be?
Mama says
Don't chew on tin foil unless you like that feeling What's tin foil?
Somehow she figured that out Wonder how
All: And Mama says it doesn't matter Argh!
If you're a king or you're a clown Yes it does! How many times do we have to say it??
Once you drive up a mountain Can we just cut it off here?
Bramble: No!
Enjolras: Remember, boy Foul despot!
Everyone's countin' on you Evil captress!
All: Once you drive up a mountain More sighs
You can't back down! Is it done?
Enjolras: That's my Mama! I believe that it is.
Bramble: Phew! Only... *counts on fingers* three more songs to go! Finally!
Valjean: Let me guess: NaNoWriMo?
Bramble: Yup! Only ten days to go! *freezes* Yikes...
Javert: Well, let's get this over with then.
Bramble: Glad to hear that you guys are cooperating, finally. Did you know that I'm 18 now?
Javert: *drily* Congratulations. You've lived this long without someone trying to strangle you.
Bramble: Haha. Guess what? I can buy snuff legally now--hah! And I can vote! So there!
Javert: A terrifying thought, that.
Bramble: Oh shut up and get going.
Javert: *sarcastically* Yes, oh esteemed captress.
Bramble: *dirty look* So, as I was saying, songs...Courfeyrac, you get a duet with Eponine.
Courfeyrac: Whee!
Eponine: Yay.
Bramble: So this is the official 'love song' for this musical...it's actually a very pretty song.
Courfeyrac: We'll take your word on that.
Bramble: Get on with it!
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Enjolras: What is this tripe? *pokes a plate of cookies*
Eponine: *around a mouthful of cookies* Nommage! *crumbs go spraying everywhere*
Enjolras: Careful with the vest!
Joly: *gingerly holds a cup of green Kool-aid* Is she trying to poison us??
Courfeyrac: Cool! *chugs away*
Marius: I don't know what to do with these...they taste wrong, somehow.
Combeferre: *reading package* Considering that I can't pronounce half of the ingredients, I'm not surprised that they taste wrong.
Enjolras: Enough of this! Men, prepare yourselves: we go on an expedition!
Courfeyrac: Oh, not another one...
Enjolras: Silence!
Javert: *strolls in* Enough with the yelling, le blonde. They can hear you perfectly well.
Enjolras: No one asked for your opinion.
Javert: Nonetheless, I give it. *picks up a cookie and delicately munches it*
Bramble: *enters* You like cookies, Javert??
Javert: Not necessarily. But when hungry, beggers can't be choosers.
Bramble: I didn't know you guys were hungry...
Courfeyrac: Food? *makes pleading expression*
Bramble: Oh no you don't! We did that for the last two plays!
Javert: Even actors have to eat.
Bramble: Yes, I'm well aware of that...but I have a better idea.
Courfeyrac: Oh really? Well, then I'm not interested.
Bramble: Haha. I propose that we play a game!
All: *groan*
Enjolras: What about our expedition?
Bramble: I can assure you, there's not much to see around here.
Javert: A testament to your normally empty head, captress?
Bramble: Very funny. I just meant that--
Javert: Yes, yes, no need to explain.
Bramble: --oh never mind. So a game is out of the question.
All: *nodnod*
Bramble: Um...how about a movie?
Courfeyrac: What's a movie?
Bramble: *gasp* I haven't introduced you to the wonder that is movies??
Javert: *drily* To me, yes, to the others, no.
Bramble: *smacks forehead* Gah! Okay, now it's time for an education.
Courfeyrac: But what's a movie??
Bramble: Uh...a movie is a moving picture, of sorts...
All: *blank look*
Bramble: ...you'll just have to see it. Now, time for a movie choice...Gasp! I know!
Enjolras: I'm almost afraid.
Bramble: Psycho! *holds up movie*
Javert: I thought that that movie terrified you out of your mind.
Bramble: ...well, yeah, it did...but it has Tony Perkins in it!
All: *blank stare*
Bramble: A movie actor who is now dead. *sniff* Somehow, I shall recover from that knowledge...sad though it is...
Javert: I seem to have left my violin at home.
Bramble: Gee, thanks. So, onward!! *races for the DVD player*
All: *trail after her reluctantly*
Jehan: *quietly* I have a bad feeling about this...
**Sometime later**
Bramble: *gushing* Isn't Tony Perkins CUTE??
Javert: You seem to forget, captress, that the majority of the people here are men who wouldn't have much appreciation for things that are 'cute' in the male sense.
Bramble: ...point taken...
*During the 'shower scene*
Bramble: Ugh, this part gives me shivers. He's so calm and collected about the whole thing...
Mizzies: *are in a combination of grimaces and suspense*
Javert: I can see why you didn't want to watch it twice earlier.
Bramble: It's easier to watch when there's people to watch it with me.
Javert: I'm sure.
*After the end*
Bramble: Well? What'd you think?
Valjean: That was a sick movie.
Bramble: ...any other opinions?
Javert: No comment.
Jehan: *twitch* So scary...
Bramble: *pats Jehan* Yeah, that's what I thought too when I first saw it.
Jehan: *twitches again*
Bramble: So are we ready to move on again? Anybody?
Enjolras: No.
Bramble: I already know what you think. How about anyone else? *looks around expectantly*
All: *make expressions of 'if we must'*
Bramble: Right! Then onward!
*Onstage*
Bramble: *yawn* Oy, this play seems to be going on forever.
Enjolras: You're not the only one who feels that way.
Bramble: I'm going to ignore you, 'kay?
Enjolras: *grumble*
Bramble: *consults papers* Let's see...oh! One of my favorite songs and dance sequences!
Javert: If you're talking about that dance that you did during auditions--
Bramble: As a matter of fact, I am. And it's a good dance!
Javert: *cough* That's your opinion *cough*
Bramble: Oh be quiet! So, in this scene, our four main characters go to a dance and learn that Willard--that is, Enjolras--can't dance to save his life.
Courfeyrac: That's not too far from the truth, actually.
Enjolras: *stiffly* Dancing is overrated.
Bramble: So, during this song they teach him how to dance. Comprende?
Enjolras: Unfortunately, yes.
Cosette: *perks up* So I get a real solo?
Bramble: Yes, you get a real solo.
Cosette: *glee*
Bramble: Are we ready then? All right, let's go!
Cosette: My baby, he don't talk sweet Considering that this is Enjolras, I'm not surprised
He ain't got much to say Unless it's about a revolution
But he loves me, loves me, loves me I certainly hope he doesn't!
I know that he loves me anyway Captress, this is weird, singing about Enjolras
Bramble: Think about Marius instead.
Cosette: Well...okay!
Cosette: And maybe he don't dress fine No, that's certainly true
But I don't really mind Not at all!
Cuz every time he pulls me near I look to see if my father is watching
I just wanna cheer Well, that too
Let's hear it for the boy Woo
Let's give the boy a hand Everybody clap!
Let's hear it for my baby Why isn't anyone clapping?
You know you gotta understand What party-poopers...
Whoa, maybe he's no Romeo Marius? You would be surprised
But he's my lovin' one-man show *blush* Aww...
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Let's hear it for the boy Ah yeah!
*Courfeyrac and the male extras manage to start teaching Enjolras how to dance; Bramble jumps onstage behind Cosette and the female extras and starts doing the dance choreography for this song*
Cosette and Extras: My baby may not be rich But I am, and that makes things all better
He's watching every dime I seem to remember a chapter in the Brick about his budget--it was quite interesting
But he loves me, loves me, loves me *grins*
And we always have a real good time *dreamy sigh* Yeah...
Cosette: And maybe he sings off key Does he? I think that he has a marvelous voice
But that's alright by me It is?
Cuz what he does he does so well
Makes me wanna yell I don't yell!........
.......Oh, he don't score at Bowl-A-Rama Ooh, a cut! And what's Bowl-a-Rama?
Still, you gotta thank his Mama We do? I thought his mother was dead
Whoa, whoa whoa whoa
Let's hear it for the boy Yes!
Hear it for my man Isn't it oxymoronic to call him a boy and a man in the same sentence?
Let's hear it for my baby High note!
Bramble: *continues doing dance choreography*
Javert: Captress, didn't we tell you that in the sake of all decency you shouldn't dance to that song?
Bramble: *stops and blushes* Oh shut up!
Courfeyrac: My, my, is our dear captress getting embarrassed so easily?
Bramble: I never get embarrassed! Well...hardly ever, anyway.
Courfeyrac: Suuuure.
Bramble: You are thoroughly infuriating, Courfeyrac, did you know that?
Courfeyrac: *modestly* I try.
Bramble: Obviously. *grabs papers from Combeferre* Let's see, where were we...Oh. *makes face*
Valjean: What, an undesireable song?
Bramble: ...you could say that...um, Fantine?
Fantine: Yes?
Bramble: Would you be horribly offended if I wanted to cut 'Can You Find It In You Heart'?
Fantine: Well, not offended per se, but a little sad.
Bramble: Dangit. Hmm...well, I'm going to cut it anyway because it's a pretty boring song.
Fantine: Aww...
Bramble: Sorry! *marks out song* Okay, so what's the next song... OH! Oh oh! Good song! This is where Ren is supposed to be trying out his defense speech to the town council--I love this song! *spazz*
Javert: We can tell...
Bramble: Go for it, guys!
Courfeyrac: Dancing is not a crime It isn't? Well, then I don't want anything to do with it
Enjolras, Jehan, Joly, Feuilly: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Repetition again
Courfeyrac: Yeah! Was that an agreement or an exclamation?
Ever since the dawn of time There's a dawn?
If anything, everybody had
The right to howl at the moon Awooo!
And to move all night Heck, I STILL do that!
Enjolras, Jehan, Joly, Feuilly: Ah-wooo That was the most pathetic howl we've ever heard
Move all night Agreeing here, I guess
Courfeyrac: When folks were tribal - I'm glad I didn't live then
Back before the Bible
They were liable to dance whenever they wanted! Hah!
When the crops came in Oh, well that's BORING
Or they'd pull out all the stops
When the earth would spin It spins anyway
Or maybe Maybe what?
Enjolras, Jehan, Joly, Feuilly: What? We're of the same mind, apparently
Courfeyrac: They had a battle to win Gasp!
So they'd go thumpin' on a tree trunk Early drums, woo
All: *stomp four times*
Courfeyrac: Grooving to the free funk I do that all the time, hah
Enjolras, Jehan, Joly, Feuilly: Yeah! Don't we know it!
Courfeyrac: And just like that *snaps fingers*
Feuilly: In nothin' flat Is that new-fangled slang?
Courfeyrac: There'd be hands clappin'
Toes tappin', feet flappin'
Dogs yappin' Wow, rhyme much?
Hey! Hey! Hold it right there!
I coulda told you that would happen I could? Oh, yeah, right, I could
They would dance No, really?
Enjolras, Jehan, Joly, Feuilly: They would dance Yes, really
Courfeyrac: Every time they had the chance Which is all the time!
Whatever the season
or circumstance Really? That could get interesting
They found a reason to throw a
party in their pants Freudian psychology coming to mind here...
And they'd dance I never would have guessed
Wow!
They would dance And it was good
Yeah, dance..........
..........All: *stomp seven times quickly* We're cool! Yes we are! We are awesome!
Courfeyrac: We only wanna kick up our heels We're young and entitled!
And I betcha ev'ry one of you knows how that feels Who are they?
I betcha do Oh?
Enjolras, Jehan, Joly, Feuilly: They do Of course!
Courfeyrac: Uh huh ...who are they again?
I betcha do No one is answering me
Enjolras, Jehan, Joly, Feuilly: They say they don't
But we know they do Who knows who 'they' are...
Courfeyrac: People been dancing
since God knows when *nodnod*
And that's the way
it should be again Yes!
So let's dance Woo!
Ev'ry time we get the chance What fun
Whatever the season
or circumstance Sort of
Find a reason to throw
that party in your pants There's that Freudian psychology again
And then
Dance Dance Disco, baby!
Whatever the season
It's pleasin' to dance! Yeah!
Bramble: Yee, what a fun song.
Enjolras: Says you.
Bramble: Must you be such a wet blanket all the time?
Javert: Yes, he does.
Enjolras: I am not a wet blanket!
Bramble: Yes, you are!
Enjolras: I am the revolutionary-raising red-vested wonder! I am NOT a wet blanket!
Javert: *mock patting* Don't worry, it'll take a while for your mind to wrap around the concept.
Bramble: *quickly* Moving onward, moving onward...Enjolras, you get your big moment here.
Enjolras: *suspicious* Oh?
Bramble: Yes, you get to sing a solo.
Enjolras: Considering how idiotic my character is, I shudder to think of what horrors you're going to present for me...
Bramble: So, your character Willard is singing about how his mama has the greatest sayings and whatnot--
Enjolras: What? No! I refuse!
Bramble: Wet blanket...?
Enjolras: *growls*
Javert: *sarcastically* Ooh, scary.
Bramble: It's better than 'All I Ask of You', so buck up!
Enjolras: 'Better' is stretching it--
Bramble: I don't care! Get on there and sing! *glare*
Enjolras: You don't frighten me.
Bramble: Oh, I don't? *kicks him in the shin*
Valjean: That was an excellent way to get someone to NOT want to comply.
Bramble: Oh, you'd be surprised.
Javert: Yes, I'm sure we would...
Enjolras: *stops jumping around clutching leg* Ouch.
Bramble: Are we ready to cooperate now?
Enjolras: Fine, fine. *grumble grumble*
Bramble: See?
Valjean: Okay, you win.
Enjolras: Everything I ever learned was from a book
That gets me through the worst Books are good for that
I learned at my Mama's knee Uh. *cough* Really.
Now, anytime I'm turned around Which is never
I turn to Mama first I do not!
And you'd be wise Stupid, more like
To memorize Learn Robespierre, and Saint-Just
What Mama says to me 'Mama' is far too familiar a title
Now, Mama ain't been wrong yet, and I'm living proof. No one asked me *huffs*
Feuilly: Take that for what it's worth *snerk*
Enjolras: Mama says *sing-song* I'm not listening!
Don't use a toaster while standing in the shower ...what's a toaster?
Now who an argue with that? I might
Mama says
Don't hold your breath for longer than an hour This is idiotic.
The woman knows where it's at! Uh huh. Right.
And Mama says it doesn't matter When does this song end?
If you're a king or you're a clown Oh, yes it does
Once you drive up a mountain
You can't back down Oh, you could. It's be difficult, but you could.
Jehan: You can't back down, Ren! Heck no! Wait, what?
Enjolras: Now, Ren, you've not yet had the pleasure of meeting my Mama,
but these boys here have. C'mon and help me out, fellas! This could be frightening to behold
Jehan, Joly, and Feuilly: Mama says
Enjolras: Don't drink hot coffee lying down in bed Nice
Don't even give it a thought Not that thought is something that is common in this group
Jehan, Joly, and Feuilly: It's a mess No, really?
Mama says
Enjolras: Never eat anything bigger than your head Where do these sayings come from?
Is she a whiz or what? Nope
Jehan, Joly, and Feuilly: Oh yes! Oh no! What are we agreeing with?
Enjolras: And Mama says it doesn't matter Oh yes it does
If you're a king or you're a clown Courfeyrac, you're the clown here
Once you drive up a mountain And we can all guess who the king is
You can't back down Oh, not that again...
Once you drive up a mountain Repeat...
You can't back down I'd still like to see you try
Mama makes a lot of sense No she doesn't
If you know how to listen I'm listening, but it still doesn't make sense
She is clear and concise I'll bet that I'm the only one here who knows what 'concise' means
Jehan, Joly, and Feuilly: She's concise! We know what it means!
Enjolras: Daddy says, "I love her, son, He does, does he?
But she's got marbles missin'" I'll agree there
But I say, "Hey! It's free advice ...true
And what d'you expect at that price?" Also true
Jehan, Joly, and Feuilly: Mama says Crooning time!
Enjolras: What you believe in is all you really own Also true
And I believe that she's right Wait, I'm agreeing with this tripe??
Jehan, Joly, and Feuilly: Mama says Deep breath, more crooning
Enjolras: If you've got doubts, well, then, boy, you're not alone No, probably not
Just means you're ready to fight If this song involves a barricade I'll be amazed
And Mama says it doesn't matter I'll bet it does
If you're a king or you're a clown Oh, this again?
Once you drive up a mountain Sigh
You can't back down, down, down, down Repeat much? Yeesh
You can turn up the heat So?
Joly: You can turn up the road This is relevant how?
Enjolras: You can carry a beat Yes, but so?
Jehan: You can carry a load Yay, physical labor!
Enjolras: You can throw a fit Not seen much of that lately
Feuilly: You can throw a punch Bahorel, that's your part
Enjolras: You can bring up a child *shudders* Ugh
Courfeyrac: You can bring up your lunch! Hahahaha!
Jehan: Now Ren, your mama may say that but Willard's mama-- What? What??
Enjolras: A one, two, three! Countdown
All: And Mama says it doesn't matter What, again??
Enjolras: If you drive a hard bargain or drive around town I think it does, personally
All: Once you drive up a mountain Les sigh
You can't back down Yes you can!
Once you drive up a mountain
You can't back down! *they exit; after a moment everyone piles back onstage led by Enjolras*
Enjolras: I thought of one more thing No I haven't!
Mama says Argh...
Don't buy a chandelier unless you've got a ceiling No duh
I don't know what that's about ...how dense is my character supposed to be?
Mama says
Don't chew on tin foil unless you like that feeling What's tin foil?
Somehow she figured that out Wonder how
All: And Mama says it doesn't matter Argh!
If you're a king or you're a clown Yes it does! How many times do we have to say it??
Once you drive up a mountain Can we just cut it off here?
Bramble: No!
Enjolras: Remember, boy Foul despot!
Everyone's countin' on you Evil captress!
All: Once you drive up a mountain More sighs
You can't back down! Is it done?
Enjolras: That's my Mama! I believe that it is.
Bramble: Phew! Only... *counts on fingers* three more songs to go! Finally!
Valjean: Let me guess: NaNoWriMo?
Bramble: Yup! Only ten days to go! *freezes* Yikes...
Javert: Well, let's get this over with then.
Bramble: Glad to hear that you guys are cooperating, finally. Did you know that I'm 18 now?
Javert: *drily* Congratulations. You've lived this long without someone trying to strangle you.
Bramble: Haha. Guess what? I can buy snuff legally now--hah! And I can vote! So there!
Javert: A terrifying thought, that.
Bramble: Oh shut up and get going.
Javert: *sarcastically* Yes, oh esteemed captress.
Bramble: *dirty look* So, as I was saying, songs...Courfeyrac, you get a duet with Eponine.
Courfeyrac: Whee!
Eponine: Yay.
Bramble: So this is the official 'love song' for this musical...it's actually a very pretty song.
Courfeyrac: We'll take your word on that.
Bramble: Get on with it!
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