So, I'm trying to update more often now that it's summer. Also, I know Barricade Day isn't for three more weeks, but I'm still so excited! I have lots of fics planned, so stay tuned!
Nine years later—-Paris, 1832
Look Down (The Beggars)
Beggars: Look down, and see the beggars at your feet
Look down and show some mercy if you can
Look down and see the sweepings of the street
Look down, look down upon your fellow man!
Gavroche: 'Ow do ye do? My name's Gavroche
These are my people, here's my patch
Not much to look at, nothing posh
Nothing that you'd call up to scratch
Tales: asdfghjkl; he's so cute!
Gavroche: I am not cute! I'm tough!
Tales: Can I adopt you?
Person: What's with the Cockney accent? This is Les Mis, not Oliver!
Tales: I don't care! It's endearing to me!
Enjolras: Where are the leaders of the land?
Where is the king who runs this show?
Marius: Only one man—-General Lamarque
Speaks for the people here below.
Enjolras: How do you know who Lamarque is, Marius? You don't even listen in our meetings.
Marius: I thought if I tried to act more interested in the revolution, then people would like me.
Marius-haters: *in unison* Nope!
Marius: Hey, Éponine, nice to see you today.
Éponine: Hi M'sieur Marius, would it impress you to know that I can read? *grabs his books to demonstrate* I can also write, watch. *takes a pen and writes the sentence "The cognes are here."*
Marius: "The cognes are here"? What does that mean?
Éponine: It'll be important later, you'll see.
The Robbery/Javert's Intervention
*Valjean arrives with Cosette*
Thénardier: Please, monsieur, would you take time for a con—-I mean a bit of charity?
Valjean: No, I think I see my archenemy. I better disappear.
Éponine: It's the police! Disappear! Run for it, it's Javeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt!
*Valjean and Cosette leave*
Marius: Who was that girl? She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen!
Javert: Another brawl in the square
Another stink in the air!
Was there a witness to this?
Well, let him speak to Javert! *picks up Gavroche*
Gavroche: Dude, what are you doing? You realize this will make it easier for me to identify you as a spy later, right?
Thénardier: There was a man here, but he's gone now! He stole my girl from me years ago!
Javert: I will find him, I promise you.
Stars
Javert: Ah, I love to watch the stars at night. And I like to sing, too! Twinkle, twinkle, little star…
Director: No! Wrong song!
Javert: Sorry, couldn't resist.
There, out in the darkness
A fugitive running
Fallen from God
Fallen from grace
God be my witness
I never shall yield
'Til we come face-to-face
'Til we come face-to-face
Lord, let me find him
That I may see him
Safe behind bars, I shall never rest
'Til then, this I swear
This I swear by the stars!
Tales: This song's a little…obsessive, don't you think?
Director: What, no, there's no undertones at all, stop reading into things.