Chapter Ten:
The group walks towards a large table in the center of the café where a couple of the protest goers are already sitting, intending to pull over two more tables to make more room for themselves.
The owner of the Restaurant, a short man of Oriental decent, who Mathias, Feliks, and Gilbert recognize as Yao from the Life Support group, approaches them, scowling.
"No please, no – not tonight, please no mister – can't you go – not tonight, I don't want to have a scene here aru!" Yao begs them, trying to push the group out of his café.
"But brother!" the woman backup singer protests.
"Mei – I can't believe you dragged your brother into this…rebelliousness. You two go home," Yao says stiffly.
"No! I want Mei to stay!" Antonio protests, throwing an arm around Mei and her brother.
"Why can't we stay here?" Arthur demands angrily.
Yao sighs angrily. "Please just go sir," he says as Arthur pushes past him, Francis's hand in his own. "You – hello sir! I said NO – there's an important customer here, aru," he pleads.
"So what am I? Just a blur?" Gilbert asks, wondering how the hell Yao could be so uptight and pushy yet still be the emotional insecure man from the Life Support group.
Yao clicks his tongue at Gilbert and shakes his finger. "You sit all night – you never buy!" he exclaims. Gilbert makes a sound of indignation.
"That's a lie! I had a tea the other day!" Gilbert protests.
"You couldn't pay, aru," Yao replies in annoyance. Gilbert frowns in thought before smirking.
"Oh yeah," he says casually, pushing past Yao to sit down. The group laughs.
"Besides – we can totally pay for our shit now," Feliks adds, pulling out a wad of bills and waving it in front of Yao's face. "So suck on that!" he exclaims. "Come on – help me pull over these tables!" he calls out as he walks towards an empty table. Matthew and Mei rush forwards, Mei giving her older brother an apologetic look before running off.
"Hey – look over there," Gilbert says suddenly, nudging Arthur and Mathias and pointing to a table not too far away from them. The men look, only to see Ludwig sitting with a man with dark hair and glasses, a stray strand sticking out from the top. He is frowning, a mole at the end of his mouth, emphasizing the frown.
"Ludwig Beilsch-whatever, here?" Mathias says loudly, attracting the attention of everyone in the Life Café – including Ludwig and the other man, Roderich Edelstein, his father-in-law.
"Oh no!" Yao exclaims, knowing there is going to be a commotion tonight.
"The enemy of Avenue A? We'll stay!" Antonio exclaims, sitting down promptly. The rest follow suit, some people pulling up extra chairs.
Yao throws his hands up in the air in defeat. "Aiyah!" he cries out, stalking off into the kitchen.
"What brings the mogul in his own mind to the Life Café?" Mathias calls out to Ludwig. Ludwig excuses himself to Mr. Edelstein and stands up, approaching the large group with an almost murderous glint in his eye.
"I would like to propose a toast!" Ludwig exclaims mock-cheerfully, plucking a glass of water from Matthew's hands and raising it up into the air. "For Antonio's noble try – it went well!" he simpers.
Antonio's smile is still on his face. "Go to hell!" Antonio replies cheerfully. The group can see the underlying dislike under Antonio's cheerful façade and are slightly scared.
"Was the yuppie scum stomped? Not counting the homeless – how many tickets weren't comp'ed?" Ludwig shoots at Antonio and the Spanish man falls silent.
Arthur stands up, looking confused. "Why did 'Mr. Moneybags'—"
"His name is Feliciano," Ludwig interrupts, a deep frown on his face.
"Miss the show?" Arthur continues, ignoring Ludwig's interruption.
Ludwig sighs. "There was a death in the family… if you must know," he says reluctantly. Arthur blinks and sits down.
"Like, who died and stuff?" Feliks asks, standing up and staring at Ludwig.
"Our Akita…"
Mathias makes a noise of surprise. Gilbert bursts out laughing. Feliks looks slightly horrified.
"…Evita," Ludwig says, and is surprised when Mathias, Gilbert and Feliks say the name as well. The group starts laughing and Ludwig stares at Feliks, who is looking guilty as Mathias laughs beside him. Ludwig decides to ignore it.
"Francis!" Ludwig exclaims, and all heads turn to look at the Frenchman, whose arm is around Arthur's shoulders. "I'm surprised! A bright and charming man like you hangs out with these slackers – who don't adhere to deals!" he says, raising his voice as the others voice their indignation over being called 'slackers'. He aims the last bit to his brother, who rolls his eyes.
"They make fun – yet I'm the one attempting to do some good – or do you really want a neighbourhood where people piss on your stoop every night?" Ludwig shoots at the group, walking around the table. Everyone sitting down is shooting him a look of pure venom.
"Bohemia! Bohemia's a fallacy in your head. This is Calcutta – Bohemia's dead," Ludwig concludes, glaring at each an every one of them before stalking back to his table. He sits down and apologizes to his father-in-law and they continue their business negotiations.
Gilbert leaps to his feet as Ludwig leaves and slams his glass on the table, making everyone look at him. "Dearly beloved we gather here to say our goodbyes!" Gilbert sings out dramatically. The group exchanges gleeful looks and they begin to pretend to sob, clutching each other and crying out to the skies. Arthur, Mathias, Feliks and a few other men stand up on their chairs and hold hands, chanting a mix of Latin and Hebrew as Gilbert continues to sing.
"Here she lies! No one knew her worth! The late great daughter of Mother Earth on this night when we celebrate the birth in that little town of Bethlehem!" Gilbert sings, sauntering over to Antonio, who stands, and pretends to hold a baby in his arms. He pretends to tickle the baby and coos.
"We raise our glass!" Gilbert exclaims, grabbing the nearest glass and holding it high in the air. "You bet your ass!" Antonio stands on his chair and slaps his behind in the direction of Ludwig and Roderich. The group howls and whistles as Mr. Edelstein turns red, hissing at Ludwig – who has the grace to look horrified.
"To la vie…boheme!" Gilbert concludes.
"La Vie Boheme!" the group chants, smiling amongst each other. Now the party was starting!
"To days of inspiration – playing hooky, making something out of nothing, the need to express to communicate! To going against the grain – going insane – going mad!" Gilbert sings out, climbing onto the table. The group is still chanting and everyone else in the café watches with interest as the Bohemians begin to make an impromptu song.
"To loving tension, no pension, to more than one dimension – to starving for attention, hating convention, hating pretension, not to mention… of course, hating dear old mom and dad!" Gilbert sings over the chanting, twirling around the table.
"To riding your bike, midday past the three piece suits to fruits – to no absolutes! To Absolut – to choice, to the village voice – to any passing fad!" Gilbert cries out. "To being an us for once – instead of them!"
"La Vie Boheme!" everyone cries out, jumping out of their seats and dancing with the wild albino.
It is at this point that Lovino enters the café, staring at the chaotic celebrations with slight horror. Antonio notices his lover standing there and pulls himself out of the group, walking over to Lovino and throwing his arms around him.
"Is the equipment in a pyramid?" Antonio asks.
"It is, Antonio," Lovino reassures, rolling his eyes irritably.
"The mixer doesn't have a case!" Antonio protests. Lovino scowls at him. "Don't give me that face!" Antonio says and kisses Lovino on the nose and sneakily grabs his ass.
Mr. Edelstein and Ludwig – whose table is nearby Antonio and Lovino – look appalled. "Ahem," Mr. Edelstein coughs.
"Hey sir – he's my brother!" Antonio jokes, hugging Lovino. Lovino frowns and stalks off to go find a case for the mixer. Antonio joins the group and sits down as Yao comes back for their orders.
"So that's five miso soup, four seaweed salad, three soy burger dinner, two tofu dog platter and one pasta with meatless balls?" Yao recalls, reading from his notepad. Hands shoot up at each order, the group chatting amongst themselves animatedly.
Mathias raises his hand at the last order. A silence falls on the group.
"Meatless?" Mathias's cousin [who used to live in Iceland], Hinrik, asks, an eyebrow raised. Mathias rolls his eyes.
"It tastes the same," Mathias replies.
"If you close your eyes," Francis adds with a grimace.
"And thirteen orders of fries – is that it here?" Yao asks, counting the amount of people at the table. The group looks amongst each other.
"WINE AND BEER!" they roar, pushing Yao back into the kitchens for their food.
"To hand-crafted beers made in local breweries," Francis and Feliks sing out cheerfully, climbing onto the tables to dance. "To yoga, to yogurt, to rice and beans and cheese! To leather to dildos to curry Vindaloo," they continue, making crude motions with each word. The rest of the group laughs and dances along as they watch the two dance. "To Heuvos Rancheros and Maya Angelou!" they conclude, leaping off the table and running back to their seats.
"Emotion, devotion, to causing a commotion!" Antonio and Mathias begin, standing on their chairs. The group acts out their words along with the two, all laughing merrily. "Creation, vacation…"
"Mucho masturbation!" Gilbert, covering his crotch area with his hands, looking guilty. The group howls with laughter and Mr. Edelstein looks disgusted with such a vulgar display. Ludwig attempts to get Mr. Edelstein's attention back to him.
"Compassion, to fashion, to passion when it's new!" Antonio continues to sing, striking a pose and puffing his chest out at 'passion when it's new' before leaping off the table.
"To Sontag!" Mathias cries out, leaping off the table. Feliks climbs on and strikes a pose.
"To Sondheim!" he calls out before daintily jumping off the table.
"To anything taboo!" a few people sing out, groping each other and making crude sexual movements with each other.
"Ginsberg, Dylan, Cunningham and Cage!" people cry out, climbing onto the tables to dance before leaping off to let other people dance.
Mathias climbs back onto the table and drags a reluctant Arthur up as well. "Lenny Bruce!" he says, nudging Arthur and striking a fighting pose. Arthur rolls his eyes and plays along.
"Langston Hughes!" Arthur replies, striking a pose. The two play wrestle on the stage as everyone else cheers and Gilbert films with his camera. Arthur finally fakes losing as Mathias 'stabs' him with a spoon. He dies a dramatic death and the group goes crazy as Mathias bows.
Antonio claps as the other two men get off the tables. "To the stage!" he commands them, pointing towards outside.
"To Uta!" Francis's brother Matthew calls out shyly [but loudly], his face glowing red. Francis cheers at his younger brother's uncharacteristic loudness.
"To Buddha!" Mei calls out and meanwhile in the kitchen, Yao is wondering what he had done to lead his two siblings astray, shaking his head and lamenting to himself.
"Pablo Neruda too!" the group chimes in.
"Why Dorothy and Toto went over the rainbow to blow off Auntie Em!" Gilbert and Francis sing, Gilbert crawling on the ground alongside the table as Francis pretends to drag him with an imaginary leash. Mathias records this bit with Gilbert's camera, hoping to use this to tease the albino later on. At the 'blow off Auntie Em!' part, the rest of the group turns to look at Mr. Edelstein and give him the hand, turning away as though they were saying 'Talk to the hand!' Mr. Edelstein looks irritated with the group's antics and makes a move to leave. Hastily Ludwig stops him, murmuring a few words to the Austrian and shooting his former friends a death glare.
While this is all happening, Lovino stomps back into the café, annoyed that everyone else is having fun while he's stuck putting away equipment.
"Are you done?" Antonio asks, jumping off his chair to join Lovino. The two are standing near Mr. Edelstein and Ludwig's table and neither seems to notice the evil eyes they are getting from both men.
"Not yet," Lovino replies reluctantly. "I just wanted to see if -"
"Wipe the speakers off before you pack!" Antonio reminds him, cutting in. Lovino sighs, rolling his eyes.
"Yes, Antonio," Lovino says, making a move to walk away from his lover.
"Well—hurry back!" Antonio says, grabbing Lovino's shoulder and kissing the Italian's lips affectionately. Lovino's face turns a bright red and their loving kiss is interrupted by Mr. Edelstein's disapproving 'ahem'. The two look at him.
"Brothers?" Mr. Edelstein questions and Antonio beams.
"We're close!" he exclaims, kissing Lovino again. Blushing even more furiously than before, Lovino pushes Antonio off and stomps away, back to the lot to finish packing up.
The rest of the group begins to howl at the sight of Mathias and Feliks in a loving embrace, kissing as well. The two look up and Feliks clicks his tongue in annoyance at them.
"Like, if they can be brothers – so can we," Feliks says, returning to kiss Mathias.
"Bisexuals, trisexuals, Homo Sapiens, carcinogens, hallucinogens – men – Pee Wee Herman!" the group begins to sing. Feliks and Mathias break apart to join in the festivities, Mathias with a light blush on his face.
"German wine, turpentine, Gertrude Stein, Antonioni, Bertolucci, Kurosawa, Carmina Burana!" Gilbert sings, leading the rest of the group as he films their dancing with his trusty camera.
"To apathy, to entropy, to empathy, ecstasy. Vaclav Havel – the Sex Pistols, 8BC! To no shame never playing the fame game!" the group continues to sing. Mathias stumbles forward, pretending to smoke something with his fingers.
"To marijuana!" Mathias roars and the group laughs.
"To sodomy – it's between God and me – to S & M!" the group continues to sing, accompanied with extremely graphic and crude dance movements. Sick of this display, Mr. Edelstein stands up to leave. Ludwig is too embarrassed to chase after him. He sits at their little table and watches the group dance, his annoyance mounting.
"Waiter!" he calls out impatiently. "Waiter – waiter!" he roars.
"La Vie Boheme!" the group sings out, dancing on the tables, on the ground, on their chairs – everywhere!
Mathias stands on the table and motions for everyone to sit back down. He turns to them. "In honour of the death of Bohemia an impromptu salon will commence immediately following dinner…Francis Bonnefoy," he cries out, motioning towards Francis. The group claps dainty little golf-claps as they pretend to act like sophisticated aristocrats, "clad only in bubble wrap, will perform his famous lawn chair handcuff dance to the sounds of ice tea being stirred!" Mathias exclaims. Francis laughs and joins Mathias on the table, giving the group a preview of what the dance would be like. The group howls appreciatively, Gilbert clapping a blushing Arthur on the back and Ludwig stares at Francis at the table, contemplating something in his mind.
As Mathias helps Francis off the table, Arthur leaps on, motioning for Gilbert to as well. Gilbert does, holding his camera to film his best friend.
"And Gilbert Beilschmidt will preview his new documentary about his inability to hold an erection on the high holy days!" Arthur says and Gilbert sticks his arm out rigidly, letting it flop to his side as the group roars with laughter. Arthur spies a guitar nearby them, leaning against the wall and leaps off the table, walking over to it to begin tuning it.
Lovino walks into the café, pleased with himself since he managed to finally get all the equipment safely packed.
"And Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, back from his spectacular one night engagement at the Eleventh Street lot, will sing Native American tribal chants backwards through his vocoder, while accompanying himself on the electric cell – which she has never studied!" Gilbert calls out and the group makes a circle around Antonio. Antonio beams at Matthew and kisses his nose affectionately as everyone pretends to listen attentively to his 'Native American tribal chants'. Lovino sees this and frowns angrily. He stomps away, back towards the lot. Maybe there was some more equipment he needed to pack…
Ludwig uses this moment with everyone distracted by Antonio to drag Francis away, to the side.
"Your new boyfriend doesn't know about us?" he asks coldly. Francis flushes, but glares at him.
"There's nothing to know," Francis replies, just as coldly.
"Don't you think that we should discuss-"
"It was three months ago!" Francis cuts in, looking annoyed.
"He doesn't act like he's with you," Ludwig remarks. Francis has an undecipherable expression on his face, as though he agrees with Ludwig, but at the same time doesn't.
"We're taking it slow," Francis finally says.
"Where is he now?" Ludwig asks.
"He's right-" Francis looks around, biting his lip. Arthur is nowhere to be seen.
"Mhm," Ludwig says, looking triumphant. Francis glares at him before walking away.
"Where'd he go?" Francis asks himself, looking around.
"Arthur will attempt to write a bittersweet, provocative song!" Gilbert cries out. Francis turns to see Gilbert walk away from the group with his camera towards Arthur. Francis frowns and suddenly doesn't want to join in the festivities anymore.
Arthur begins to play a familiar tune as the group looks on. Finally, Gilbert gets annoyed and puts a hand on the strings.
"That doesn't remind of us 'Musetta's Waltz'," Gilbert says sarcastically.
"Feliks Łukasiewicz – look! I pronounced his last name right – will model the latest fall fashions from Paris while accompanying himself on the 10 gallon plastic pickle tub!" Mathias exclaims as Feliks climbs onto the table, treating it as though it were a catwalk and struts down the tables, striking a pose every so often. Feliks bends down to grab Mathias's hand and pulls him onto the table.
"And Mathias will recount his exploits as anarchist – including the table of his successful reprogramming of the M.I.T Virtual Reality equipment to self-destruct, as it broadcast the words…" Feliks says as Mathias mimes out the movements. Everyone gets onto the table or onto their chairs.
"Actually reality – Act Up – fight AIDS!" they roar, pumping their fists into the air.
Ludwig has had enough. He stomps past the cheery group towards where Yao is now standing [watching the group in anguish, mourning the loss of his innocent brother and sister]. "Check!" he calls out, running over to the Chinaman.
Francis has had enough as well. He crosses the café to join Arthur with the guitar. "Excusez-moi," Francis says heatedly. Arthur looks up, looking confused. "Did I do something wrong? I get invited – then ignored – all night long!" Francis exclaims.
Arthur turns red and looks away. "I've been trying – I'm not lying. No one's perfect. I've got baggage," he defends himself.
Francis lets out a sigh of exasperation. He is tired of Arthur's 'pity me because I have issues and they make me distance myself from everyone' behaviour. "Life is too short cher – time is flying. I'm looking for baggage that goes with mine!"
Arthur swallows thickly. He needs to tell Francis now about how he has AIDS. This is his chance. "I should tell you—" Arthur begins to say.
"I've got baggage too," Francis interrupts, sounding sincere.
"Should tell you—"
"Baggage—"
"WINE AND BEER!" the group roars, not too far away from them. Francis and Arthur glance at them briefly. The air is filled with the noise of several beepers going off. The group falls silent, their exhilarated dancing, forgotten, as they look around uneasily. Mathias, Feliks, and a few others pull out little containers with their pills in them. Mathias and Feliks lovingly put each other's pills into their mouths and share a glass of wine to wash it down.
Francis pulls out his own container, smiling ruefully at Arthur.
"AZT break," Francis says, swallowing the pill down dry. Arthur stares at him in shock. Francis… Francis has AIDS? Just like Arthur?
"You?" Arthur breathes out in shock. Francis nods.
"Me," Francis admits. "You?" he asks. Arthur nods wordlessly. The two of them stare at each other in shock. They both realize unconsciously that it's time for them to talk for real – to discuss them being in a serious relationship.
"I should tell you I'm disaster – I forget how to begin it," Arthur says finally, looking away from Francis. Francis smiles gently and takes Arthur's hand.
"Let's just make this part go faster. I have yet – to be in it. I should tell you," Francis murmurs.
"I should tell you," Arthur says.
"Non, I should tell you," Francis says, shaking his head.
"I should tell you," Arthur says, opening his mouth to speak.
"I should tell I blew the candle out just to get back in," Francis says quickly, smiling slightly. Arthur smiles as well, taking Francis's other hand with his own and blushing lightly.
"I'd forgotten how to smile… until your candle burnt my skin," Arthur admits.
"I should tell you…"
"I should tell you…"
"I should tell you," the two whisper in unison. Arthur pulls Francis closer to him.
"Well… here we go," Arthur says. "Now we -"
"Oh no," Francis says hesitantly, biting his lips and shivering – feeling cold. Arthur squeezes his hands gently.
"I know," he admits. "This something is… here goes," he begins to say.
"Here goes," Francis murmurs.
"Guess so it's starting to – who knows?" Arthur continues.
"Who knows?" Francis repeats. "Who knows where… who goes there? Who knows… here goes," he says quietly.
"Trusting desire – starting to learn," Arthur says, brushing a stray strand of hair away from Francis's face.
"Walking through fire without a burn… clinging – a shoulder, a leap begins," Francis says, leaning his body against Arthur's, both of them feeling shyer than they normally are.
"Stinging and older, asleep on pins," Arthur adds and the two smile.
"So… here we go," Francis says, taking a deep breath in. "Now we-"
"Oh no," Arthur says, letting go of Francis's hands. He can't do it – he can't let himself fall in love. He doesn't want to feel his heart break again.
"I know," Francis says gently, grabbing Arthur's hands and holding them tightly when Arthur tries to pry them out of the Frenchman's hands.
"Oh no," Arthur whispers, a small strand of doubt still lingering in his mind.
"Who knows where? Who goes there?" Francis reminds him. "Here goes… here goes… here goes," he chants softly. Arthur repeats his chant, their faces coming closer and closer together.
"Here goes," the two whisper in unison, their lips meeting each other's gently. They hold each other tightly, neither really wanting to let go. When they break apart, Arthur pulls Francis away from their partying friends, out of the café and into the cold winter night so they can talk in peace.
As they leave, Lovino stomps in, looking furious. He doesn't really want to come back but… he has something to tell the rest of the group.
"Are we packed?" Antonio asks cheerfully as he sees his lover, walking over to Lovino. The group glances over at the steamed Italian.
"Yes – and by next week, I want you to be too," Lovino growls, pushing Antonio away from him. The group exchanges looks amongst each other and wonder why Lovino seems so mad. Gilbert smiles slightly in sympathy; he out of everyone can understand why Lovino is suddenly so angry. Despite the man's prior dislike of the short-tempered Italian man, Gilbert feels a flash of sympathy of what Lovino was now going through.
"Cariño?" Antonio asks in confusion, looking hurt. Lovino ignores him and turns to the rest of the group, who is watching curiously to see what he has to say.
"You should see – they've padlocked the building and they're rioting on Avenue B… the potato bastard called the cops," Lovino adds.
"That jerk!" Antonio says. Lovino glares at him before turning back to the group.
"They don't know what they're doing. The cops are sweeping the lot…but," Lovino says, pausing. The group holds their breath in anticipation. "No ones leaving – they're just sitting there, mooing!"
"Yeah!" the group cries out triumphantly, jumping back into festive-mode.
"To dance!" they call out.
"No way to make a living, masochism, pain, perfection, muscle spasms, chiropractors, short carriers, eating disorders!" Mei chants, twirling around and striking a ballet pose.
"Film!" the group calls out.
"Adventure, tedium, no family, boring locations, dark rooms, perfect faces, egos, money, Hollywood and sleaze!" Gilbert says, energetically running around, filming each member of the group as they dance.
"Music!"
"Food of love, emotion, mathematics, isolation, rhythm, power, feeling, harmony and heavy competition!" Feliks cries out, picking up his drum sticks and pickle tub and drumming a beat as everyone dances.
"Anarchy!"
"Revolution, justice, screaming for solutions, forcing changes, risk and danger, making noise and making pleas!" Mathias and Antonio sing, doing a little waltz around the table. Lovino watches the group for a while before turning and walking away.
"To faggots, lezzies, dykes – cross dressers too!" the group sings out, pointing out various different people at each word.
"To me~" Antonio calls out.
"To me!" Gilbert adds.
"To me!" Mathias shouts as well.
"To you, and you and you, you and you!" the rest of the group chants, pointing at each and every one of them. "To people living with, living with, living with – not dying from disease! Let he among us without sin be the first to condemn! La Vie Boheme!" the group sings out. "La Vie Boheme! La Vie Boheme!" this becomes a chant as the group dances wildly, everyone intoxicated on life and beer. Everyone else who was at the café prior to the group's entrance has left a while back. Yao is watching the group with aversion, hoping they'll leave soon.
"Anyone out of the mainstream – is anyone in the mainstream?" Gilbert sings as everyone chants, holding his camera and filming everyone. "Anyone alive – with a sex drive!" he exclaims, humping the air [the group howls with laughter, Yao winces with disgust]. "Tear down the wall – aren't we all? The opposite of war isn't peace… its creation!" he exclaims and the group cheers.
"La Vie Boheme!" the group sings out merrily. Arthur and Francis return back from outside, their faces pink from the cold… and from other things. They look at the group and smile at their antics.
Gilbert watches them all, silent for a change, panning over the dancing group and narrates into his camera, "The riot continues, the Christmas tree goes up in flames." Gilbert moves the camera to show the small little Christmas tree that has indeed, gone up in flames – when, nobody is quite sure. He smirks at Yao's diligent attempts to stop the fire. "The snow dances. Oblivious, Arthur and Francis share a small, lovely kiss," he says, filming his best friend kiss Francis before turning back to the rest of the group.
Everybody in the group looks at each other with exhilaration, exhausted from their intense dancing but happy to be celebrating life.
"VIVA," they chant in perfect unison, "LA VIE BOHEME!"
End of Act One.
A/N: Wow... this was one heck of a song to write. Sorry for taking so long ;A; ! A lot of the things the group is doing is stuff we did while doing la vie boheme in our school production. Mad fun, yo. This chapter had some pretty strong language near the end so I apologize for it if it offended you in any sort of way. It's in the original lyrics, fyi. And oh LOL. It just hit me that Norway, Iceland and Hong Kong were part of that group - can you imagine them dancing crazily? Aaha, they must've been very very very drunk. And yes, Yao owns the restaurant. Usually whoever plays Steve also plays the "Waiter" or the "Restaurant Man".
Next up is Seasons of Love + Happy New Year!
Review, please? La vie boheme~~ *sings merrily*