Author's Note: So one of my dearest friends posted a status on facebook, saying she really wanted to see Les Mis, and who could go with her? I was going to just post a basic "if I was there, we totally would." And then… this idea hit me, and I responded to her with this instead. I'm strangely proud of it, even though I'm pretty sure it's a sign that I've drunk too much coffee. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Really? You really think I own Les Mis?
(To be sung to Glee's cover of I Dreamed a Dream)
I dreamed a dream in stormy weather
that we went and saw this thing together.
You cried, I laughed, we yelled in rage
to see Russell Crowe mucking up the faux stage.
I said the students just weren't right;
you said, "Shut up, they're fine for tonight."
You winced when Crowe opened his mouth;
I smirked and said, "Who's picky now?"
But Hugh Jackman soothed our ire
and we were sucked in when things were dire.
The barricades weren't the right size,
but we still cried when they all died.
And then I woke and burst in tears
to realize we weren't together-
that you would go and I stay here,
you to see Les Mis, I tethered.
I had a dream my time would be
spent with you in a dark theater.
But there are dreams that will not be,
and this response could not be weirder.