A/N This is a thing I just thing I thought of doing. Its an attempt to write a short little paragraph about each of the Les Miserables songs with the characters that are in Les Miserables. This is based on a play my school did, sorry if things happened a little differently in the movie. Yes I know the songs are not in order and there not all there, I'm sorry about that! I tend not to write FanFiction but, I'm giving it a try. Hope you like it...Please R&R :D
NOTE: I do not own ANYTHING that has to do with Les Miserables. Just a poster in my room. Thank you :D
The Work Song..(3rd person POV)
It's been a long 19 years and Jean Val Jean is ready to get out of this place. Its quite obvious that others are to. Some think that the heat is way out of control. Others are thinking of their loved ones. Jean Val Jean looks up to see the dreaded Javert. He is then lifted up And headed over to Javert. It is clearly stated that Jean Val Jean is not free. He's on parole. That's just not good enough for him…
Fantines Arrest..(Fantines POV)
I was simply leaving this prostitute place when a man about 3' taller than me came up to me like I was a prostitute my self. I told him clearly that I wanted him to leave me alone. But like any self-conceited man he didn't believe me and thought it was a trick. Great I thought. This man was obviously nasty. I slapped him right across the face and what a wrong move that was. Javert then came in of course and the man ratted me out but totally didn't tell my side of the story. Javert didn't even want to hear my side but, I got it out. He didn't care that if I went to jail that my daughter would die! Then, from the barricade came down M'sieur Mayor. He argued with Javert about me going to jail. He obviously had more power than Javert and got me into a hospital.
Empty Chairs At Empty Tables..(Marius POV)
The war is over, I can't believe, that out of all my friends, Jean Val Jean and I are the only ones alive. As I sit here, I'm reminiscing all the memories shared at this table. The laughs, the songs, the crying. All gone. Why did I have to be saved? Why couldn't I die in peace. I see phantom faces through the windows, and phantom shadows on the floor. I hope my friends forgive me.
Master Of The House…(Thenardier's POV)
I am the best Inn keeper in town. The way I see it, as long as these people have somewhere to stay, they don't care how much we charge. So how about….Charge for the lice, even extra for the mice. Three percent for seeping with the window shut, Two percent for looking in the mirror twice. That should satisfy them! They don't care about the food much either, so lets throw in a kidney of a horse, liver of a cat, and a little of this and that. My wife just dosen't understand that I am the bexst. Shes sitting here calling me a Master and A Half, Hypocrite, toady, and a inebriate! And I am DEFINTALLY a good lover and have a lot there.
