Les Miserables: Act One
A/N: It came to me while watching the musical. Sue me bitches (no don't, I'm poor.) This is only Part One. Part Two gets to the proper Gregstophe, I promise. Sorry if Christophe is OOC, tell me if it's too bad. Enjoy, I guess.
Warnings: Language, kind of OCC and uke Christophe, cross-dressing Christophe (poor Christophe xD)
Disclaimer: I don't own the awesome TV show known as South Park, the film South Park BL&U or any characters from it. I don't own the awesome musical Les Miserables either, I do not own the characters, I do not own the songs, lyrics or anything.
Christophe, Gregory, Kenny, Wendy (c) Trey and Matt
Les Mis characters (c) Victor Hugo
French Lyrics (c) Claude-Michel Schönberg and Alain Boublil.
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~::CHANGING ROOMS::~
"Zis 'as got to be one of zeir beegist fuck-ups so far." Christophe growled.
"Oh come on Tophe, be proud; you have a main role!" Gregory smirked, picking up his costume and walking over to another part of the large dressing room to change. Christophe followed him with his own costume, still grumbling.
"But I 'ave to wear a dress! And a fucking wig. I am surely not suitable for a female role." Christophe protested. "I was much 'appier as a rebel."
"Just get changed Tophe. You'll look fine."
"And w'at ees zat supposed to mean, beetch?" The French teen snapped. Gregory smiled down at him, and turned away, leaving Christophe to wonder away, muttering and complaining, to get dressed.
It was the last night of the school's yearly play, and this year 'Les Miserables' had been chosen. Les Miserables was secretly the only musical Christophe could stand; it's theme of revolution, rebellion, fighting for what you believe in, and it's setting in his home country appealed to him. He actually had an old copy of the original French novel somewhere at home in a box in his attic; his mother had given it to him. He'd even been cast as Gavroche before as a young boy, back in France.
This time, for the first two showings Christophe had been in the role of one of the unnamed rebels, and one of the random poor. The drama teachers had thought his authentic French accent was perfect for the play, and as a result had given the reluctant boy a few singing parts to show it off. Even though he didn't particularly like that part, he was quite content to play his minor role and watch everyone else do theirs. However, today, the girl who had been playing the role of Eponine, Jemma, was ill, unable to play her vital role.
And Christophe, her partner during months of rehearsing lines, was the only one who knew her part. They had a recording of all her parts; Christophe would just need to lip-sync and look like he was singing them.
He was noticeably smaller than the other boys of the production, and barely taller than most of the girls. He was thin; despite having muscle, it wasn't bulky, and as a result of this and his rather poor lifestyle and diet, he was thin enough to be a stand-in girl.
After a lot of shouting, some punching, and much negotiating and threatening, Christophe had eventually been told he either do the part or be expelled from school. He found this horribly unfair, but even though he tried to suggest simply getting another girl to cover, South Park High was sadly lacking in female population. So he had no choice.
"Hey, at least you can lip-sync reasonably." Gregory said as they rejoined in the middle of the room. Gregory had been cast as Marius, a role he was perfectly happy in despite his original aim to be Enjolras, leader of the resistance. He carefully combed his hair back, and fixed his jacket, and glanced over to Christophe who was pulling at his tattered dress, frowning and muttering again. "And you look lovely in that dress." He teased.
Almost instantly Gregory was tackled to the ground by a very angry Christophe. Despite the teen being small and thin, he was very strong.
"Eef you are not careful I weel mess up zat pretty face of yours and break so many of your bones you weel not walk for years." The brunette growled fiercely. Although Gregory enjoyed teasing his friend, he knew that Christophe actually would carry out that threat despite their friendship, and so wisely cut it off.
"I'm sorry Tophe." Gregory apologised, showing his hands in a gesture of surrender. "Look, let me up, I have to fix my costume."
Christophe stood up off Gregory and allowed the blonde to pick himself up, dust of his costume and start walking toward a mirror. Before he did so however, the Brit turned back, a smirk on his face.
"You have to go and put your wig on." he chuckled, and walked off, laughing to himself as he heard Christophe's cry of anger and frustration.
~::BACKSTAGE::~
Christophe jumped slightly when someone appeared behind him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. He looked up to see Kenny, in his Thernadier costume. Everyone thought he was appropriately cast, and he seemed to enjoy the role. In the first showing, when he'd got his hands on the little paper notes he'd accidently let out a cry of "I'm finally rich!", earning laughter from the audience who all knew him.
"So this is my wonderful daughter, eh?" Kenny grinned. "You look lovely in that dress."
Christophe elbowed him hard in the stomach. The blonde coughed and doubled over, but maintained a smile.
"Aw, don't be sore." He gasped. "I'm not joking, I'd totally tap that."
Kenny was knocked to the ground when Christophe hit him hard over the head.
"First off, I am not eenterested. Second, I do not wish to be complimented, I would much razzer 'ave someone say eet looks disgusting on me. I am Ze Mole and I do not want everyone zinking of me as being ze kid een ze dress. I suggest you taisez-vous, avant que je le faire pour vous!" The brunette seethed, and stormed off, leaving a dazed Kenny to wonder what he fuck he'd just said.
"I see Kenny found you." Gregory smiled as Christophe approached. The French boy just nodded, his scowl staying in place, his eyes seeming to be trying to death-glare holes in the floor.
"Tout le monde me dit que j'ai joli. Je n'aime pas ça." Christophe mumbled. Gregory patted his shoulder.
"Don't worry about it Christophe. If it makes you feel better, I much prefer you in your muddy combats and t-shirts."
Christophe's frown softened slightly and he nodded. They both turned their heads stagewards at the sound of the chain gang's song, signalling the start of the show. Christophe let out a frustrated sigh, and Gregory once again put a comforting hand on his shoulder, and they walked off to take a seat until they were needed onstage.
~::EPONINE'S FIRST APPEARANCE::~
Christophe, trying to stay in-character, ran with the rest of the poor cast onstage at his cue. He took his place near the 'Thernadiers'; Kenny and Red, off to one side of the stage. He watched as Gregory and Damien, who had somehow managed to land a role as Enjolras, played their part of handing things out to the poor.
He went along with his part, playfully snatching Gregory's book and dancing away before returning it, with the lip-synced comment 'I like the way you grow your hair'. Gregory ruffled his 'hair' as he replied with his line of 'I like the way you always tease' and walked off. Christophe stared after him, putting on an expression of dejection.
He suddenly thought how he really did like the way Gregory grew his hair.
And then, Wendy walked on in her role; Cosette. As Christophe pulled Gregory off, Eponine's attempt to drag Marius away from her family and the gang of thieves, Wendy and Gregory bumped, and Wendy dropped her basket.
All of a sudden, in Christophe's mind, this was no longer a play. Wendy looked up at Gregory as he bent to help her, and he stared back, and their eyes filled with wonder. He could actually see them 'fall in love at first sight'. He watched Gregory, crestfallen, and glanced over at Wendy, jealousy and hopelessness washing over his face.
His character had to walk off, and so he did. Everyone in the audience thought he (although they didn't really know it was a 'he') was a brilliant actor, his portrayal of Eponine as she realised the boy she loved had just fallen for someone else wonderfully realistic.
None of them would guess the expression was genuine.
~::BACKSTAGE - INTERVAL::~
Christophe frowned down at his own feet. It was the end of act one; after the interval he would have to 'perform' his solo song, 'On My Own', and then his last scene in 'A Little fall Of Rain', after which he would be absent until the very end of the show.
He looked over and saw Gregory talking to Wendy, the girl openly flirting with him. The sight made a faint, embarrassed blush bloom on his cheeks, and he looked down again. His frown deepened again, angry at himself for letting this whole situation resurface his long buried emotions.
I think this particular casting was probably the worst that could have happened. He thought to himself miserably.
Of course it was his luck to land a one-night role as Eponine with Gregory as Marius and that damned Wendy girl as Cosette. It was a situation all too real. Christophe hid a growing love for the blonde, who would never consider him anything more than a friend, already being in love with someone else, a pretty girl he'd met and almost instantly fallen for.
Stupid fucking Cupid, stupid fucking God, stupid fucking world.
Christophe sighed to himself, and in some attempt to take his mind off Gregory, sang quietly to himself.
"Joie est mon caractère; c'est la faute à Voltaire,
Misère est mon trousseau; c'est la faute à Rousseau.
Je suis tombé par terre; c'est la faute à Voltaire,
Le nez dans le ruisseau; c'est la faute à..."
"What're you singing Christophe?"
Christophe's eyes shot up, and were met with the ice blue eyes of the blonde he was currently trying to distract himself from. Gregory raised an eyebrow as he looked down at the brunette.
"C'est 'La Faute A Voltaire'. C'est la chanson de Gavroche, dans la version francaise." Christophe muttered. He heard Gregory chuckle. "Quoi de si drole?" he demanded.
"You've slipped back into French." Gregory said. It took Christophe a moment to process this; after reminiscing and singing in French his mind had immediately switched back to his first language, and it took him a minute to recover his English.
"Eh, sorry." He apologised. Gregory sat down next to him and shook his head.
"No, no, it's fine. Your voice sounds nice when it's speaking French." He complimented, and Christophe tilted his head down to hide his heated face. "Hey, sing it again, you're good."
Christophe complied, and started to sing again, softly, never once looking up to meet Gregory's eyes.
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A/N: Hooray for a rather OOC, uke Christophe xD
Come on, Les Miserables is totally Christophe's musical. And Gregory's for that matter, mainly due to the fact they exist to parody the characters. While Christophe is quite obviously a rather 'Gavroche' boy, Gregory is Enjolras, and they obviously have no real connection/relationship in the musical, so I messed around, because I really wanted to do Christophe in the Eponine situation with Gregory and Wendy.
Soo here he is xD
Oh, and I've been listening to some of the original French songs, and dear GOD do I love Gavroche's voice and songs. 'La Faute A Voltaire' is sung to the tune of 'Little People'. Actually, 'Little People' is sung to the tune of 'La Faute A Voltaire', but what-evs. It's very close to the tune of 'La Resistance' too.
I should probably do French translations, including lyrics.
I suggest you taisez-vous, avant que je le faire pour vous: I suggest youshut your mouth, before I do it for you!
Tout le monde me dit que j'ai joli. Je n'aime pas ça: Everyone is saying that I look pretty. I don't like it.
Joie est mon caractère; c'est la faute à Voltaire,
Misère est mon trousseau; c'est la faute à Rousseau.
Je suis tombé par terre; c'est la faute à Voltaire,
Le nez dans le ruisseau; c'est la faute à...
Translates to:
Joy is my character; it's the fault of Voltaire
Misery is my outfit; it's the fault of Rousseau
I fell to the ground; it's the fault of Voltaire
Nose in the gutter; it's the fault of...*
(alternatively 'it's _'s fault' or 'Blame it on _')
C'est 'La Faute A Voltaire'. C'est la chanson de Gavroche, dans la version francaise: It's 'The Fault of Voltaire'. It's Gavroche's song, in the French version.
Quoi de si drole: What is so funny?
Thar you go people.
Part two coming soon.