Bonjour lovies! Look who updated quickly!! -happy dance-
I don't know if I'll be able to update tomorrow. Technically, I'm supposed to be writing a literary analysis about an Edgar Allen Poe story of my choice. But isn't listening to 80s dance music and various songs from various musicals much more fun?
"Why doesn't the Beadle come? Before the week is out...that's what he said," Sweeney Todd was brooding the day away, waiting for one of the two he despised so to walk into the shop for a 'shave' whose end they'd never see. At first, Mrs. Lovett had been so excited to have him back home, to have her chance to love him. Now, she was considerably less thrilled. He'd been there nearly a week and barely spoken two words to her that weren't about bloody revenge.
"Don't worry, love. He'll be hear by then end of the day," she said, the slight tinge of annoyance lost on Mr. Todd.
"What if he doesn't come??" He said angrily.
"Well then, my dear," she said, "you'll kill someone anyway."
"How can you know?" Mr. Todd asked angrily. She smiled a knowing grin at him. "When have I ever been wrong?" Sweeney Todd looked at her and stopped pacing for a moment, as if he'd just remembered something.
"'Ello," she said thoughtfully, glancing out the window. Signor Pirelli and his little "apprentice" were coming towards the shops. "What's 'e doin' here?"
Didja like? A lot? Or didja hate it a lot? Tell me either way please! ") (---flounder smilie)