HAPPY EVERYTHING DAN OMG
IDK HOW TO FORMAT THIS POST BUT THE FOLLOWING IS???? a submission from tumblr user indigostohelit in celebration oF EVERYTHING???
i’m so fuckin happy for you man seriously
A single spotlight illuminates Grantaire at the edge of the stage. The rest of the stage is awash in a dim light; the various Amis are lost in shadow. The only clear shape visible is the silhouette of Enjolras at his post on the barricade, his gun at the ready. Grantaire sings, drunkenly and badly, without music:
GRANTAIRE
On my own.
Pretending—He takes a swig from his bottle and laughs. The lights bloom into a soft glow on Enjolras, and it becomes obvious that he is the focus of Grantaire’s thoughts, as always. The music begins, softly, and Grantaire seems to sober.
GRANTAIRE
(more sweetly)
On my own
Pretending he’s beside me.
In these streets
There’s nothing that can hide me.
I see him
And something in him stills me:
The power of his faith, and yet
That power’s what will kill me.Lights brighten suddenly on Enjolras. His solo is accompanied only by the gentle rattle of drums at a marching pace; his voice is bare and alone in the emptiness of the stage. Grantaire watches him.
ENJOLRAS
(to audience)
It is time for us all to decide who we are.
For the moment of doubt to have come and have just as soon gone.
For each citizen brave to have chosen his side;
For each man to face death with his honor and pride.
Let cowardice and fear
Depart;France be my guide.The drumbeat that accompanied Enjolras’ solo continues, but the light on him fades. The music for “On My Own” picks up again, softly.
GRANTAIRE
In the sun the flags are red as morning,
In the dark they serve as but a warning.
Tomorrow the world will surely grieve him,
I still cannot believe, and yet I find I cannot leave him.The drumbeat fades. Grantaire closes his eyes. The “On My Own” music continues, soft and gentle. We see the silhouette of Enjolras stir on the barricade. Enjolras climbs down the barricade, moving slowly, as if in a dream. He crosses the stage in the same dreamlike manner, stopping just before he reaches the pool of light in which Grantaire sits. Grantaire reaches a hand up, his eyes still closed. The audience sees Enjolras’ hand reach out to grip it tightly, their fingers tangling together. Grantaire tilts his head back, and the music swells dramatically as Enjolras’ silhouette kneels down and leans forward to—
The music stops. Enjolras freezes.
Grantaire opens his eyes. The drumbeat begins again, and the “On My Own” music continues, but fiercer, harsher, angrier. Enjolras’ silhouette retreats back into the shadows of the barricade.
GRANTAIRE
And I know it’s only in my mind!
That his heart and dreams belong to something good.
Long ago I told myself, resign
To his hate; and I thought I could.The light rises on Enjolras, back at his post on the barricade. He turns his head to look at Grantaire, and Grantaire sings straight to him, a plea.
GRANTAIRE
I love him!
And now the morning’s coming.
And his death!
AllParis hears the drumming.The light begins to brighten on the stage. One Ami, his face hidden in shadow, sings out.
AMI
One day more!
GRANTAIRE
When the day comes
What hope or faith can hide you?
My faith’s this flask, but all I ask
Is that I die beside you.Another Ami stirs on the barricade.
AMI
One day more!
The “On My Own” music is beginning to fade, and the drumbeats to grow louder. The stage brightens a little more, though not enough to clear the shadows from the barricade.
GRANTAIRE
I love him!
And more with every breath!
Will I follow
Beyond the door of death?
The barricade
Blocks off the world around me—
A world that’s full of happiness
That I have never known!Finally, the lights brighten enough for us to see Enjolras’ face. The music has faded completely, and only the drumbeat remains. He stands, lifts his gun high into the air, and sings straight to Grantaire.
ENJOLRAS
One day more!
Today each man must choose his destiny:
A life among the quiet bourgeoisie—
Or freedom’s path and France’s dream!
The sun sets Paris all agleam!
One day more!Grantaire smiles at him. It is heartbreaking. The music returns for a final few bars.
GRANTAIRE
(quietly)
I love him.
I love him;
I love him,
But only on my own.He tosses his bottle upstage into the darkness, climbs to his feet, and goes to join the rest of the Amis on the barricade.
