Disclaimer: Sadly, I live in Springfield in a regular house and I still go to school and work for my money…which, in short, means I don't own Harry Potter…and worse I don't own Draco Hottie Malfoy. Oh well, I'll live…
Prologue
The murmurs of the audience died as the piano began to play. The lights dimmed until only eight lights are visible behind a transparent black character. The music continued as the curtain slowly rose, revealing eight people-totally different from the other-standing in each light. After another measure, 'Rent' began:
Five
hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes,
Five hundred
twenty-five thousand
Moments so dear.
Five hundred twenty-five
thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a
year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights
In cups of
coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.
In five
hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you
measure
A year in the life?
How about love?
How about
love?
How about love?
Measure in love
Seasons
of love. Seasons of love
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six
hundred minutes!
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Journeys to
plan.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred
minutes
How do you measure the life
Of a woman or a man?
In
truths that she learned,
Or in times that he cried.
In bridges
he burned,
Or the way that she died.
It's time now to sing
out,
Tho' the story never ends
Let's celebrate
Remember a
year in the life of friends
Remember the love!
Remember the
love!
Seasons of love!
The lights faded and he audience applauded widely. The rock opera had officially begun and Draco Malfoy intended to make the best of it.
Yea, short; I know, but that's why it's called a prologue people! I take praises, flames, and constructed criticism. But, for the record, I will get my revenge if you send me a mean flame just 'cause you feel like being a bitch…just a lil' warning.