Measure Your Life In Love

Summary: How do you measure a year? Days, weeks, months? Minutes?

Ever thought of measuring in love? A KH II/RENT crossover

Disclaimer: Do I look like Squeenix or Jonathan Larson? Didn't think so.

Dedication: To all those who burst out into song on the streets. To the Teagoers, to the theatre, but most of all, to La Vie Boheme!

A stage. Eight spotlights shine on eight people, showering them with luminescent glory.

Eight people whose lives were intertwined by fate. No two of them are alike.

A red-haired teacher, his malachite eyes outlined in kohl and accented with black inversed teardrops. A slate haired junkie, hair covering one ocean blue eye. A blond musician, his hair in some bizarre combination of mullet and Mohawk. A drag queen drummer, blonde hair spiked and swept to one side. A female lawyer, her professional outfit splattered with specks of paint. A tech junkie, her blonde hair slicked back and two antenna like strands held above her head. A wealthy man, his hair in a two-toned ponytail and one eye covered by an eye patch. A pink-haired diva, cold eyes sparkling with glitter and eye shadow.

The song begins with a piano in the background.

They sing.

"525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear.

525,600 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 525,600 minutes - how do you measure a year in the life?"

Their souls are poured into the song, every feeling, every notion, every fiber.

Some sing with tears glittering in their eyes, others with emotion resounding from their voices.

"How about love? How about love? How about love?

Measure in love. Seasons of love. Seasons of love."

They fade out, and the lawyer sings a solo.

"525,600 minutes!

525,000 journeys to plan..

525,600 minutes - how do you measure

the life of a woman or man?"

The last note is held as the teacher starts to sing.

"In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried.

In bridges he burned, or the way that she died?"

As the teacher breaks off, they all begin to sing again.

"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! Remember the love!

Measure in love. Seasons of love! Seasons of love."

The next lines are sung simultaneously, the lawyer, then everyone else.

"You've go to, you've go to remember the love. You know that love is a gift from up above. Share love, give love, spread love. Measure your life in love."

"Seasons of love, seasons of love."

"Measure your life in love."

"Seasons of love!"

It's short, I know. But it's only the prolouge, and I promise I'll try to make the next one longer.

Ja Ne,

Liah Cauthon.