!mine: les mis

Appreciation post for everyone who works backstage on a production

The set designers, the costume designers, the theatre techs, everyone who cleans up between shows. Everyone who works just as hard as the actors and without whom there would be no play, but who get no credit.

Les Amis as people from my school's model UN
  • Enjolras: always making PowerPoints with font size 56 to passive-aggressively flash arguments across the room when he’s not allowed to talk
  • Combeferre: is VERY nearsighted but only puts glasses on to read the placard of a country so they can call them out By Name if they say something ignorant
  • Courfeyrac: shared a chair with another delegate for the whole meeting and refused to move despite numerous empty chairs surrounding them
  • Bahorel: always leaves 40 minutes early because model UN overlaps with their boxing practice
  • Bossuet: tried to parkour over a row of desks, tripped and ripped their already artfully ripped hipster distressed boyfriend jeans
  • Joly: “dinosaurs are NOT an endangered or at risk species”
  • Jehan: sits in the corner, always quiet, looking sad and contemplative. they’re playing Don’t touch the spikes on an iphone 5
  • Feuilly: has a speech-giving voice described as “white morgan freeman”
  • Grantaire: somehow convinced half the room to vote for a paper they didn’t agree with just so the meeting would be over faster
  • Marius: went to the bathroom, got locked out, missed a whole voting procedure

First, the strong and passionate leader Enjolras.

Second, always by his side, gentle Combeferre.

Third, warm and radiant, my friend Courfeyrac.

Fourth, unafraid and poetic, sweet Jehan.

Fifth, a man of the people, diligent Feuilly.

Sixth, “never a lawyer”, bold in red, Bahorel.

Seventh, the luckiest fellow, bald Bossuet.

Eighth, with a cane, gay and cheerful Joly.

Ninth, the artist telling sad stories, Grantaire.

All the Amis are long gone today.

Will their fight and lives be forgotten?

They were all such wonderful friends.

I had never had such wonderful friends.

The Pontmercy family’s nursery rhyme

Marius and Cosette Pontmercy’s youngest daughter, about three years old, is walking through the gardens one day, singing her father’s nursery rhyme over and over again and teaching it to her peers like her father taught her. It is then passed on from child to child throughout the years, ensuring that their names will never be forgotten.