musical

The music department is going to do a musical next year," he tells me, rolling his eyes like I would.Justine is running toward me, and I can tell by the look on her face that she's found out about the musical, too.I sigh, shaking my head. "I have to give Justine a lesson in holding back," I tell him. "She's just way too enthusiastic".She grabs my arms in excitement. "We're doing Les Mis."I scream hysterically, clutching her as we jump up and down.

Music is another language, one so close to actual thought, strung together, sometimes staccato, flowing, and sometimes even nonsensical or harsh to the ears. It__ truth in an otherwise dishonest world.

I meant what I said and I said what I meant. An elephant's faithful one-hundred percent!

I have a dream my life would be. So different from this hell I'm living. So different now from what it seem. Now life has killed the dream I dreamed."*Fantine

Why do you write like you're running out of time?

It might feel like the end of the world--but it's the beginning of your art.

Do you hear the people sing? Singing a song of angry men

My mother was everything to me_and then I got married_and my husband became everything to me. It struck me then_ Regret was a wasted emotion_ Guilt was even worse. But who can escape these destructive feelings? Who can pretend they didn__ exist?

No man sings as beautifully as when his song is accompanied by a woman__ voice.

Too many years fighting back tears. Why can't the past just die? Wishing you were somehow here again, knowing we must say goodbye. Try to forgive, teach me to live, give me the strength to try! No more memories, no more silent tears, no more gazing across the wasted years. Help me say goodbye.