A rose on its own
Will die alone in the rain
Trod on by lovers
|"Les Mis" (c) Victor Hugo|
Eponine is referred to as "The Rose in Misery"
Les Miserable Opera - PrologueEponine Thenardier wondered the catacombs of the theatre. Her parents had just weaseled their way into owning the building and were contemplating how best to turn a profit. They could use the building as it was intended: a theatre; but they needed to find a wealthy patron to squeeze money out of, because they sure as hell didn't want to spend their own.Les Miserable Opera - Prologue by tanafeyroyale
Eponine wanted no part of this new plot. Besides, there were already people using the abandoned building. A group of revolutionaries had set up shop and were claiming the place belonged to them. Eponine's father and Montparnasse were currently in negotiations with the students' leader Enjolras. Thenardier wanted the young men out, but Parnasse was willing to let them stay; if they paid rent.
Sighing, the girl continued her exploration. There were many tunnels connecting the various rooms of the building, and Eponine loved that she could get lost. Maybe living in a theatre wouldn't be so bad, Eponine mused. Here Eponine Thenardier could
The Haunted HouseCharactersThe Haunted House by tanafeyroyale
The foyer of a creepy, haunted mansion. Stairs on stage left with paintings hung on the walls, one being an austere man in dated formal wear. There is a suit of armor. A table with a candelabra. Spider webs and a clock. There is a fireplace with pokers and other hand tools leaning against the wall.
We here a door creek open and them slam shut offstage, followed a girl’s shriek of terror. JOE enters from stage right, BETH clinging to his arm.
Don’t be such a scaredy-cat; you wanted to come with me.
Someone had to and it’s my fault you’re in this mess. I appreciate you standing up for me and all, but Rick could have really hurt you.
I’ve dealt with bullies my whole life, Beth. They will pick on everyone until someone stands up to them. He was just mad…
…that I turned him down for that date. But he almost punched you.
Like I said, s
JackCarve out my insideJack by tanafeyroyale
Leaving me hollow and cold
With a fake smile
And a falsely burning heart
Too soon I’ll just rot away
642 Things: A letterDear upset man I passed on the street,642 Things: A letter by tanafeyroyale
It’s never as bad as you think. You may be upset now, but things could always be worse and someone out there has it worse than you. You may feel down, but buck up because the sun will come out tomorrow.
Whenever you feel down and you need advice, turn to musical theatre. The best thing I have learned from life is that you can always break into song to express any emotion. You can belt out your frustrations or choreograph a great dance number that ends with you and a rival finding out you do have common ground. Or, if something doesn’t go your way, get some popcorn and watch the home movies. Learn from your mistakes and re-block that part of your life so that your loved ones can see where they veered off script.
You will always have critics in your life or some hot headed rival who thinks they are better than you are, but they don’t matter. You are the star of your life and they are supporting actors. This is your time to s
Vive La Revolution He ran through the streets, past the carnage and fighting. He coughed, choking on the thick smoke the cannon fire created. He stumbled, regained his balance and then gagged as he realized he’d tripped over the body of one of his comrades.Vive La Revolution by tanafeyroyale
Enjolras veered into a wall, needing to catch his breath. The sounds of gunfire were everywhere mixed with screams and protests. Blood was thick in the air, he could smell its coppery scent and he cursed himself for bringing them to this.
It was never supposed to be like this. His friends were dead and dying all around him and he was being hunted by the National Guard. He was a criminal just for wanting change. How many deaths would be laid at his feet once he died? Would God condemn him for creating this massacre or would he be praised for doing holy work?
The sound of a bullet hitting the stonework close to his head pulled Enjolras out of his though
Some Things Never Change - Les Mis “She’s so pretty. I wonder where she transferred from. Somewhere exotic, I bet.”Some Things Never Change - Les Mis by tanafeyroyale
Eponine’s hands tightened on the wheel. “I could get in a lot of trouble for this. Those records are confidential, you know.”
“Have I thanked you yet?” Marius asked.
“Thanked me twice and offered me gas money to go drive around and find this girl’s address.” Eponine gritted her teeth. “Most girls don’t like stalkers, you know.”
“I have to see her, ‘Ponine,” Marius pushed. He pulled down the visor and checked his appearance in the small mirror. “I have to know who she is.”
Ever the masochist, Eponine swallowed down her better judgment. “Her name’s Cosette.”
“Cosette… What a beautiful name. What an ang
I'm a self proclaimed nerd who likes to sing, play chess and a multitude of video games as well as Magic the Gathering. Obviously I take pictures as well. I read. A lot. Most of the time multiple books at once. And I'm addicted to reality TV. And when I'm not doing any of that I'm a theatre enthusiast. That passion goes further, however, than just knowing way too much about way too many plays, musicals, actors and actresses. I volunteer at a theatre where I work in the box office, direct, produce, write plays, and find time to be a production assistant and "Bio Wrangler". Oh yeah, I'm also a counselor for drama camp. |
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