i want you to think about a revamped modern les mis stage show for broadway all set to songs exclusively by fall out boy
i want you to think about enjolras wearing a red leather rip-sleeved vest screaming “HEEEY YOUNG BLOOD” at the top of his lungs with phoenix wings on the back of his jacket and lots of fire and live violins ravaging the auditorium
i want you to think about montparnasse talking to eponine with lyrics like “where is your boy tonight i hope he is a gentleman” and the beggers sarcastically hissing in the streets “the best of us find happiness in misery”
Simon is just sitting at the kitchen table with Isabelle listening to her talk about some dress she has her eye on when it happens. It comes out of nowhere. He can’t explain how or why, this is just how it works. It’s like he’s watching a video in his mind… Yes, it’s rather bizarre but who is he to question it? Just as long as it works he doesn’t care how it happens.
He felt her exhale. “Say it,” she said. “Say it sober.” “I love you,” he said. “I don’t want you to say it back unless you mean it, but I love you.” She leaned back over him, and pressed the pads of her fingertips against his. “I mean it.”
“Simon!?” He blinks, suddenly aware that he must have looked as if he was bored. “Sorry, Iz.” Isabelle rolls her eyes. “Sure you are Lewis.” Simon pauses for a moment, feeling nervous all of a sudden. “Isabelle,” he says softly. “I mean it.”
There are a lot of Phantom aus where Christine is the disfigured one and Erik’s the singer and there’s a female Raoul stand-in. But what if there is no Raoul stand-in? What if it’s just Raoul. Raoul stays exactly the same.
The only difference is that every scene he’s had with Christine is replaced with Erik, the grumpy composer who keeps proclaiming to everyone that he’s a genius.
“I was the boy that fetched your scarf from the sea!”
“M. le Vicomte, for the last time, that was not my scarf!”
“But of course it is, such horrid material- only you would be poor enough to own it.”
And Erik tells Raoul about his suspicions:
“I think there’s a woman living under the opera house.”
“Don’t be ridiculous! That is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard! How can a woman be the opera ghost?”
And the graveyard scene:
“Fear not, mon ami! I am here to rescue you!”
“Merde! De Chagny, you shoved me into a hole- stop helping!”
And the final lair scene:
“Don’t give yourself to her for my sake!”
“I wasn’t going to.”
“Whatever you do, do not!”
“I said I wasn’t going to.”
“Erik, my friend, I would rather die than see you suffer!”
Who has never killed an hour? Not casually or without thought, but carefully: a premeditated murder of minutes. The violence comes from a combination of giving up, not caring, and a resignation that getting past it is all you can hope to accomplish. So you kill the hour. You do not work, you do not read, you do not daydream. If you sleep it is not because you need to sleep. And when at last it is over, there is no evidence: no weapon, no blood, and no body. The only clue might be the shadows beneath your eyes or a terribly thin line near the corner of your mouth indicating something has been suffered, that in the privacy of your life you have lost something and the loss is too empty to share.
House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski, New York: Pantheon Books, 2nd edition, 2000: 543.
Let’s get My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark to 35 million plays in youtube, or even (why not?) to 40 millions.
Let’s do this for the guys.
Let’s keep playing this song, a reminder of the new beginning of Fall Out Boy, the almost four years we went through. This new year with them.
As of today, right now, I’m sitting at 178 pounds.
I’ve realized even though I am unable to get to a gym until I get back to college, that I can still be active. I really hate posting these. But I decided to post them, just so that way later I can thank myself. I also just wanted to see wanted to see the difference between having a shirt off, and back on.
I know I’m barely on this website anymore, but I just want to thank everyone who has followed me through the years, supported me, listened to me. From the bottom of my heart, thank you to everyone for putting up with me and my bullshit.