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Alistair Brammer singing Why God Why
from the first preview of the West End Revival of Miss Saigon.
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Another song from the musical “Nosferatu”!
This song is called Seduction. While strange things are happening in town, Mina receives an unexpected visit from a stranger who brings her long-awaited news about Jonathan! Unbeknownst to her, the stranger is Nosferatu who wants “to get to know her better”!
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Hadley Fraser as Raoul, Royal Albert Hall 25th anniversary 2011.
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I really like both.
Though I am not a huge fan of either versions, I DO appreciate the many, many nods the 2004 POTO movie has to the original music videos.
Take the title song video with Steve Harley and Sarah Brightman. It opens with an old postcard of the opera house. We see Christine in her dressing room with a boudoir flooded with flowers, and a square mirror to the right. She walks through this mirror and is lead to the Phantom’s lair. There’s mullet Raoul (Steve Harley in a cameo appearance!). The view of the conductor with a sea of black-and-white dresses opera goers behind him. All this also appears in the 2004 movie.
It’s a really nice nod to Phantom history, and an obvious source to go to when trying to differentiate the movie from the stage production.
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BEYOND THE BARRICADE - you at the barricades listen to this! no one is coming to help you fight! you’re all alone! you have no friends! give up your guns or die!
requested by ancemair, for penthesilia and enjolras-revolutionary (insp.) (part 6/?)
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Bahaha, I know! Some fans make breathtaking photoshop wallpapers and I... don´t.
Fanartists churning out fucking Rembrandts and the best I can do is
I think my talents lie elsewhere
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Oh but he WAS impressed by Enjolras!
grantaire for once in your life be impressed by enj and his v intense feelings for france
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THE TENOR AND THE WILD SPANISH ROSE
Ubaldo Piangi, a tenor turned as a spy, does not approve of Wellington sending a woman on a perilous mission across French-occupied Spain, but he can see that Señorita Carlotta Giudicelli is no ordinary Señorita! The portly spy and the Spanish rose must pose as the Conde and Condesa de Ordoñez, travelling to a high society ball, and soon Piangi doesn´t know what is more dangerous—the menacing shadow of French patrols, or sharing a room with this tantalising beauty…
(I found pic from Tumblr, tell me who is the maker and I give the credit)
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"Angel of music, guide and guardian
Grant to me your glory”
Christine Daae’s costumes in The Phantom of The Opera, 2004
Dir: Joel Schumacher
Costume designer: Alexandra Byrne
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The subtle changes they made to Cosette’s songs even for the OLC album make me even more sad that I Saw Him Once was cut so early in the production (even if I love how In My Life is now). I feel like more people would understand Cosette if they got to see her perspective like this and in how In My Life originally was.
How strange? How curious? How secret and how vain?
This change. Can I have seen myself as rather plain?
What has happened to you, Cosette?
Why you don’t even know his name.
Was he really there and does he feel the same?
I saw him once and once will do.
We were like dreamers at night,
Who meet as in a trance, then part again.
Two phantom shadows of the moon.
Can people fall in love so soon?
He walked alone. He seemed alone like me.
Could he have known that moment was my destiny?
I had to run away and it was like a dream.
Can there be dreams which can come true?
I saw him once and once will do.
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“Don’t be late for dinner, Enjolras.” Eponine shoots him a winning smile as she steps off, the box underneath her arm.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, ‘Ponine,” he mutters as he stares between the four goons meant to accost him, keep him away from the lovely brunette in the blue dress striding away. “Now, then.” His mind takes in the scenario before him. “Let’s keep this nice and clean, why don’t we?”
When he shows up at their normal restaurant for dinner, cleaned up, he doesn’t see her. And she’s the one worrying he’ll be late! Rubbish. He asks the waiter if she even showed.
She didn’t.
He almost worries for a second, but lets his worries slip away. There’s always a chance she needed to leave quickly, and so he cuts into his steak. Why waste a good piece of meat?
He sits alone on the boat, holding her handkerchief to his nose. If he closes his eyes, he can still smell the sweet floral perfume she used to wear. He can see her now, in his mind. He can always imagine her. Sometimes she’s in the light powder blue dress he first met her in, when she outsmarted him, escaped his grasp. Other times it’s the lovely red dress she preferred to visit him in, stopping in for tea or to point him in the direction of a case. Sometimes it’s just her in her nightshirt, memories of tender kisses and sweet words in a soft bed before one of them disappeared without a word rushing back.
Now it’s his nightshirt, her brown waves loose around her face. “Enjolras,” she murmurs, a hand cupping his face. It’s still rough from years on the street, but the overall effect reminds him that she married repeatedly into money. “Don’t let it be in vain, I beg.”
The silk fabric is soft against his lips as he inhales its scent again, and this time he can smell the tang of blood. The illusion shatters as he opens his eyes, greeted only by the sad stare of Grantaire. Ignoring the pitying gaze, he stands, moves to the edge of the boat, prepares to toss the handkerchief overboard. He wants it to sink, like his memory of her, like his love for her.
A hand goes out to stop him. “Keep it. It’s all you have left.” Against his will, Enjolras’s hand closes around the silk, putting it to his heart.
“I am going to bed.” He turns away from his friend, hiding the hurt. “I am sorry, Eponine…”
He thinks of her before he plunges over the edge. Her smile, her laugh, her teasing ways. He hears Grantaire scream as he falls.
The air is cold as it whistles past him, hands fumbling for the oxygen device in his coat that he stole from Joly a month ago. It’s pressed to his mouth as he hits the water, ice wrapping its cool arms around him in a deathly embrace. He’s kept his friends safe, hasn’t he, by allowing himself to die? He hopes that it’s so.
Then hands grab his hair and pull him out of the water, into a rickety little boat. The oxygen device clatters to the wood as he gasps for air, a warm blanket being wrapped around him. Spots dance before his eyes as he looks up before passing out.
He wakes up in a soft bed, quiet humming coming from somewhere above his head. “What-“
“Hush, you.” It’s a voice he thought was gone forever, a sweet, lovely voice belonging to a woman he believed dead. “Throwing yourself over a waterfall? Hardly your most clever idea, Enjolras.”
“Eponine?”
“Yes, now hush.” She smiles down at him as he opens his eyes.
“I thought you were-“
“-dead? Yes, I know. My apologies.” Eponine bends down to kiss his furrowed brow. “You know me, don’t you, Enjolras? I am a highly convincing actress.”
“You are an incredibly remarkable woman, ‘Ponine.”
“Quite aware.”
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There recently was a post made about a photos I uploaded saying u support James barbour.Someone calling me a Pervert becouse there is a picture behind me of a half naked glamour model.The room I am…
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I’m changing my tags for Les Mis! I haven’t decided on the rest, but here are Les Amis :)
The descriptions are lifted from Wikipedia, in case you don’t recognize one of the characters
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