Two Men and a Tavern
By LeFou, as told to Sarajane
Author Note: Ah, LeFou. I love this little man. This may partially be because I play him in my school's production of B&B, but, hey, self-love is important. Anyhow, hope you like it, and if you have any questions/concerns/comments for me (or for LeFou ), please let me know. Please review… And if you must flame, do so. Also, this is probably based more on the musical than the movie, as the musical I deal with everyday whereas the movie I've only seen a few times Anyway, here's LeFou for ya.
I thank you for offering to bring my story to paper, and for the translation as well. I've never exceeded at writing, you see. In fact, I've never exceeded at anything, or even been proficient at anything. Back at school, I always got the lowest score on every test, which is why my parents didn't bother to send me past the fifth level. They just didn't really see the point, and neither did I.
It's quite a drag not being good at a single thing. My parents always acted like I would find something I was good at, but I never seemed to. Until one day.
Gaston. The town's strongest, most popular man. In other words, everything I was not. I was short, clumsy, by general consensus incredibly annoying, and not to mention stupid. I was also invisible. Then… Gaston.
You may ask why I put up with Gaston hitting me all the time. Don't be deceived, it was none of that "he hits me because he loves me" mantra that women in the village were probably spouting to themselves late at night. I held and hold no delusions (ahh, a word from Monsieur D'Arque) as to reason Gaston kept me around. I was easy to use as a lackey, a hanger-on, a sidekick, and I guess I gave him a boost of confidence when he needed it. So, it's not like it was any burst of emotion one way or another that caused Gaston to hit me the way he did. He just did. That was Gaston.
And to me, if Gaston did it, what was wrong with it, then? The rewards far overstepped the inconveniences. Now, people actually noticed me, since EVERYONE noticed Gaston.
Though, as far as the noticing goes, if you're thinking that GIRLS noticed me, that wasn't quite happening. Those three girls that always followed around Gaston with hearts in their eyes – Chanal, Dominique, and Anne - they would trample over me in a second to get to Gaston. Not that I could blame 'em. Wasn't that the way it should be? I mean, after all, Gaston is Gaston. WAS Gaston.
I speak from the future now, if you know what I mean. And I speak about the past. The past was glorious, truly and the… now so bleak. Without Gaston. Gaston always brought a smile to my face, and I always tried to bring a smile to his. Gaston.
Anyway, I was supposed to tell you my story, right? How Gaston and I got involved in this whole Beast mess. Well, it's a long story.