Les Miserables
performs
Footloose (Pt. 6)
Courfeyrac: I thought that dreams belonged to other men They do?
Cuz each time I got close, they'd fall apart again Sounds more like Bossuet to me
Eponine: I feared my heart would beat in secrecy On my own... *sigh*
Both: I faced the nights alone Well, one of us did anyway
Oh, how could I have known I know a lot, on certain subjects
That all my life I only needed you? Ugh
Almost paradise Nirvana! Woo!
We're knocking on heaven's door See?
Almost paradise Almost, not quite
How could we ask for more? Well, there's complete paradise as opposed to almost, you know
I swear that I can see forever in your eyes I can see the iris, the pupil, and the anterior chamber but not forever
Paradise.............
..............Courfeyrac: And in your arms salvation's not so far away Oh a break! Yes! *pumps fist*
Eponine: It's getting closer Almost reachable--
Both: Closer every day See what I mean?
Almost paradise Moar Nirvana
We're knocking on heaven's door How do you knock on heaven's door? Don't you have to die first?
Almost paradise Oh, this again
How could we ask for more? I'd like a nice apartment, please
I swear that I can see forever in your eyes I don't know about that...
Paradise Let's see how many times we can say this
Paradise There's two
Paradise... And three! We made it!
Courfeyrac: Captress, do I have to kiss her?
Bramble: No.
Eponine: Aww...
Courfeyrac: No! I like girls who are clean and have all their teeth!
Eponine: *kicks him in the shin*
Bramble: Ow, that must have hurt.
Courfeyrac: *grunt* Yes, it did...*rubs leg*
Eponine: Hah! *runs off*
Bramble: Okay, so much for Eponine's inherent niceness...um, what do we have next...oh! Valjean, you get your second solo.
Valjean: Oh joy.
Bramble: *pounces* Are you sure you want to sing it? Because you don't have to if you don't want to! What about skipping it? Is that all right with you??
Valjean: Er...I suppose...
Bramble: Hurrah! *marks out song* So, now all we have is the last song! Woo!
Javert: Spastic much, captress?
Bramble: I'm entitled to be spastic! It's my personal right! And I can't help being excited to be finishing here, because that means I'll be done before NaNoWriMo, so there!
Enjolras: You're insane.
Bramble: Glad you noticed. Now, ONWARD!
Courfeyrac: I rented my tux I did? Where did this magical tux come from? What IS a tux??
Joly and Jehan: Bought flowers - Well, Jehan did anyway
Feuilly: Twelve bucks! Such extravagance! That money could be going back to Poland---
Enjolras: And on my twenty-third try
I finally tied my tie That solidifies the opinion that my character is incompotent
Courfeyrac, Enjolras, Joly, Jehan, Feuilly: I got this feeling
That time's no longer holding me down No, wait, it's probably just the chili that I ate earlier
Eponine: Been feeling so strange I am?
My life is about to change Gosh, I hope so
Cosette: I know just how she feels Actually, I don't
Cosette, PW1 & 2: That's what happens when you're wearing heels Woo, heights!
All: Let's hit the ceiling Ouch, that would hurt
And then let's tear up this town Paint the town red! I've got the paint!
Tonight I gotta cut loose Get some brushes!
Footloose Why are we spazzy?
Kick off your Sunday shoes There go the heels
Please! Louise!
Pull me offa my knees Not exactly sure what that means
Jack! Get back!
C'mon before we crack Chips are allowed, though
Lose your blues
Everybody cut footloose Are we painting the town red?
I've got this feeling that time ain't holding me down It isn't?
Cosette, PW1&2: Time ain't holding me I guess it isn't
Bahorel, Laigle, Combeferre: Life ain't holding me down We're young, life hasn't touches us yet
All: Let's hit the ceiling That still sounds like it would hurt
And then let's tear up this town
Guys: Ooh whee, Marie Rhyming, woo!
Shake it, shake it for me!
Girls: Whoa, Milo Moar rhyming!
C'mon, c'mon let's go! Run!
All: Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!
Everybody cut everybody cut Listen to that saxaphone!
Everybody cut everybody cut
Courfeyrac: Everybody Everybody?
All: Everybody Everybody!
Courfeyrac: Everybody All of you?
All: Everybody All of us!
Everybody cut footloose!
Yeah!
Bramble: We're DONE! *throws script in air*
Javert: *waves little flag sarcastically* Hurray.
Courfeyrac: Does that mean we can go? *puppy-eyes*
Bramble: Oh, I suppose...
Amis: *vanish*
Bramble: ...they've got hair-trigger running instincts, don't they?
Javert: Quite.
Bramble: What are you doing here still?
Javert: I'm taking my good old time--I'm entitled.
Bramble: Ah. Well, I'm going to go catch up on some rest before NaNo strikes...
Javert: I have no objections. *opens book and settles down to read.
Bramble: *fansquee* You read! Aaahh!
Javert: *cold* Yes, I do. I thought you were going to go rest.
Bramble: I am, I am... *plods off*
Javert: *mutters* Thank goodness. *continues reading*
THE END
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Cuz each time I got close, they'd fall apart again Sounds more like Bossuet to me
Eponine: I feared my heart would beat in secrecy On my own... *sigh*
Both: I faced the nights alone Well, one of us did anyway
Oh, how could I have known I know a lot, on certain subjects
That all my life I only needed you? Ugh
Almost paradise Nirvana! Woo!
We're knocking on heaven's door See?
Almost paradise Almost, not quite
How could we ask for more? Well, there's complete paradise as opposed to almost, you know
I swear that I can see forever in your eyes I can see the iris, the pupil, and the anterior chamber but not forever
Paradise.............
..............Courfeyrac: And in your arms salvation's not so far away Oh a break! Yes! *pumps fist*
Eponine: It's getting closer Almost reachable--
Both: Closer every day See what I mean?
Almost paradise Moar Nirvana
We're knocking on heaven's door How do you knock on heaven's door? Don't you have to die first?
Almost paradise Oh, this again
How could we ask for more? I'd like a nice apartment, please
I swear that I can see forever in your eyes I don't know about that...
Paradise Let's see how many times we can say this
Paradise There's two
Paradise... And three! We made it!
Courfeyrac: Captress, do I have to kiss her?
Bramble: No.
Eponine: Aww...
Courfeyrac: No! I like girls who are clean and have all their teeth!
Eponine: *kicks him in the shin*
Bramble: Ow, that must have hurt.
Courfeyrac: *grunt* Yes, it did...*rubs leg*
Eponine: Hah! *runs off*
Bramble: Okay, so much for Eponine's inherent niceness...um, what do we have next...oh! Valjean, you get your second solo.
Valjean: Oh joy.
Bramble: *pounces* Are you sure you want to sing it? Because you don't have to if you don't want to! What about skipping it? Is that all right with you??
Valjean: Er...I suppose...
Bramble: Hurrah! *marks out song* So, now all we have is the last song! Woo!
Javert: Spastic much, captress?
Bramble: I'm entitled to be spastic! It's my personal right! And I can't help being excited to be finishing here, because that means I'll be done before NaNoWriMo, so there!
Enjolras: You're insane.
Bramble: Glad you noticed. Now, ONWARD!
Courfeyrac: I rented my tux I did? Where did this magical tux come from? What IS a tux??
Joly and Jehan: Bought flowers - Well, Jehan did anyway
Feuilly: Twelve bucks! Such extravagance! That money could be going back to Poland---
Enjolras: And on my twenty-third try
I finally tied my tie That solidifies the opinion that my character is incompotent
Courfeyrac, Enjolras, Joly, Jehan, Feuilly: I got this feeling
That time's no longer holding me down No, wait, it's probably just the chili that I ate earlier
Eponine: Been feeling so strange I am?
My life is about to change Gosh, I hope so
Cosette: I know just how she feels Actually, I don't
Cosette, PW1 & 2: That's what happens when you're wearing heels Woo, heights!
All: Let's hit the ceiling Ouch, that would hurt
And then let's tear up this town Paint the town red! I've got the paint!
Tonight I gotta cut loose Get some brushes!
Footloose Why are we spazzy?
Kick off your Sunday shoes There go the heels
Please! Louise!
Pull me offa my knees Not exactly sure what that means
Jack! Get back!
C'mon before we crack Chips are allowed, though
Lose your blues
Everybody cut footloose Are we painting the town red?
I've got this feeling that time ain't holding me down It isn't?
Cosette, PW1&2: Time ain't holding me I guess it isn't
Bahorel, Laigle, Combeferre: Life ain't holding me down We're young, life hasn't touches us yet
All: Let's hit the ceiling That still sounds like it would hurt
And then let's tear up this town
Guys: Ooh whee, Marie Rhyming, woo!
Shake it, shake it for me!
Girls: Whoa, Milo Moar rhyming!
C'mon, c'mon let's go! Run!
All: Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!
Everybody cut everybody cut Listen to that saxaphone!
Everybody cut everybody cut
Courfeyrac: Everybody Everybody?
All: Everybody Everybody!
Courfeyrac: Everybody All of you?
All: Everybody All of us!
Everybody cut footloose!
Yeah!
Bramble: We're DONE! *throws script in air*
Javert: *waves little flag sarcastically* Hurray.
Courfeyrac: Does that mean we can go? *puppy-eyes*
Bramble: Oh, I suppose...
Amis: *vanish*
Bramble: ...they've got hair-trigger running instincts, don't they?
Javert: Quite.
Bramble: What are you doing here still?
Javert: I'm taking my good old time--I'm entitled.
Bramble: Ah. Well, I'm going to go catch up on some rest before NaNo strikes...
Javert: I have no objections. *opens book and settles down to read.
Bramble: *fansquee* You read! Aaahh!
Javert: *cold* Yes, I do. I thought you were going to go rest.
Bramble: I am, I am... *plods off*
Javert: *mutters* Thank goodness. *continues reading*
THE END
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