"Bones!" Booth said chasing after her.
"I don't want to see a musical! I hate musicals, you know it!" She said still walking away. Booth caught up with her and grabbed her arm.
"I spent good money getting us these seats! C'mon, Bones. When do you have the chance to sit orchestra to watch Hairspray on Broadway?"
"Please, Booth! They make no sense!" Brennan was being half-dragged down the street towards the theatre." There is no way that thirty people can simultaneously break into the same dance and sing harmonies to a song they've never heard before."
"That's why you have to learn to use your imagination!"
They were right outside the theatre now and the show started in ten minutes.
"Just one! If you don't like it I won't ever force you to do it again." Booth pleaded.
"Fine!" Brennan said throwing her hands in surrender.
Booth did a happy dance as they showed their tickets to the usher.
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"That was so stupid!" Bones said after the show. "Things don't work out that way in real life."
"What do you mean?" Booth asked, humming the finale.
"All musicals are too happy!"
"Whoa! Are you saying that if I can show you a sad musical you might like them?"
"Maybe." She admitted
"Sweet! We're going to Les Mis!"
"To what?"
"Help me call a taxi. We might get balcony seats if we get to the Broadhurst in time."