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6 front-and-back pages of notes about Deaf West Spring Awakening:

Putting their clothes on onstage before “curtain” and walking onstage while the house fills

Wendla passing the guitar through the mirror frame to her Voice

Frau Bergman washing her hands in the background

Everyone signing “heaven”

Wendla & Voice signing “fairy queen” together

Acknowledging that Wendla would be able to see her mother sign in the mirror, even though the frame is actually empty—exceptional timing by Sandy

Her Voice is comforting Wendla and telling her to confront her mother about the stork

“I’m ashamed to even ask, but then who can I ask, but you?”

Frau Bergman bangs the chair on the floor to stop Wendla

Ensemble work—everyone onstage in the first scene listening to Frau Bergman “explain” how children are made

Demonstrating how emphasis is utilized in ASL as well as speech “whole heart” vagina sign

Many of the Voices are also the band

Make harmonies in Mama Who Bore Me reprise

In school, they aren’t supposed to sign—teacher doesn’t use any sign, closed captions on the chalkboard

When Ernst signs along with his recitation, the teacher shouts at him and forces him to use speech only—Josh Castille’s own voice

As Daniel Durant is fully Dead, Moritz only signs his line, and the teacher forces him to speak - Daniel Durant’s voice is clearly not as developed as the hearing character’s, or even Josh Castille’s who’s hard of hearing

The teacher makes fun of Moritz’s speech and sign, and Melchior stands up for him, signing originally, but dropping his hands when directly threatened with a yard stick, but begins signing again when the teacher turns his back

When Melchior finishes singing All Will Know and the recitation picks up, only the boys played played by hearing actors are actually speaking, and the boys played by Dead/HoH actors continue writing

All of Moritz’s lines in the scene are signed (and CC-ed) only—we don’t hear his Voice character until he starts singing Bitch of Living

Bitch of Living has the last residual mic prop - first time you hear Moritz’s Voice, it’s mic-ed

Voices of Moritz and Otto share the mic stand

Bitch of Living is a supreme example of how Spencer Liff utilized the sign in his choreography

Ali Stroker as Marianna Wheelin’

Austin McKenzie’s rock god moment in Bitch—walking over the chairs, head pumping

Andy signing the backup while all the others hold the table steady

Hanschen saying “maybe do a little Achilles and Patroclus” after Ernst turned his back and can’t see him

Alex still using the mic in the scene after

Headmaster is played by the Deaf actor—love a little irony

Krysta is often still onstage in a different costume then her Ilse one—during My Junk, even though she was entirely separate from the girls onstage, she signed and sang with them

The women’s ensemble slowly join Hanschen’s scene in My Junk,

On the final interruption of the scenes in My Junk, the girls “helping” Hanschen cover their eyes

Andy twirling Ali around him opposite Daniel David Stewart on a random bicycle

Tipping Andy’s chair back on “it’s like we stop time”

Melchior stops Moritz’s hands when Frau Gabor enters the scene

Moritz feels so comfortable talking to Frau Gabor because she accepts his sign

Moritz’s Voice following after Frau Gabor

When Daniel puts the cigarette in Alex’s mouth

The choreo during Touch Me—chalk circles that they couldn’t do on Late, Late—they draw these chalk circles then smudge all the edges

The ensemble do this dance with papers, then right before the climax they rip up the papers and throw them as confetti in the boat formation

The dolphin wave feat. Ali’s hair flip

How Melchior and Moritz sign the “consume my wine” part together

Just everything the ensemble are doing during Touch Me

THE TREE

Awkward silence built by Wendla walking around looking at the tree so she can’t see Melchior trying to sign to her

Wendla sometimes turning to her Voice, probably for ques, but also to help figure out how to interact with Melchi

The “tree” reaching out to touch Melchior, then beckoning Wendla

Just how the tree moves behind them, and them signing together in Word of Your Body

Alex has the mic again in the scene after Word of Your Body—like he needs a microphone in order to be heard at school

Patrick Page voices Herr Knochenbruch while sweeping the papers up from Touch Me like a LEGEND

Marta’s Voice is rarely with her—her household is even stricter

Krysta walks through the scene when they mention Ilse, even though she isn’t wearing the Ilse costume

TRESHELLE EDMUND MOST UNDERRATED ACTRESS

Wendla reaching out to Marta before exiting

Marta and Ilse bed switch and all the bedography

The boys guide and circle the bed, then step away and the girls join and the boys look on

Patrick Page steps through and stands at the front of the boys at the last line and watches—inferred Marta’s father—the girls turn and look at them

MAAAATE the scene after Dark I Know Well where everyone is playing around Moritz who’s blindfolded (bland and Deaf) until he’s called but he doesn’t know he’s been called and just feels everyone stop playing with him until Marta helps him

When Moritz goes up to the headmaster’s office, he passes his Voice by

“a unified…” the sign army with the lighting

Into the circle around Wendla and Melchior

Wendla’s voice hands her the switch

Austin hands the switch off to Ali and exits the circles

“My entire life I’ve never felt” “What?!” and everyone signs “anything”

The circle all face inwards until Wendla says “please, Melchior” then everyone turns to look at him and Ali holds up the switch

The circle all slap the stage as the sound of the switch

After Melchior first hits her and she insists he do it higher on her legs and hikes up her dress, Melchior tips Wendla’s head to look at him and signs something (the boot didn’t zoom out for the CC)

“You bitch! I’ll beat the hell out of you” then realizes and drops the switch, Sandy cries with her own voice

The ensemble all get up, gather, and stare at Wendla—just Otto signs/sings

Wendla walks towards her Voice, but turns her shoulder at the last second

NOW FOR SOME DEEP SHIT—Moritz’s father is played by a Deaf actor, so all their scenes are silent/sign-only , making how he can’t sign at school so much more heartbreaking, and how his parents are STILL so mad at him for failing

When Russell screams “WHY?!” in his face

After Moritz’s father signs “thank god my father never lived to see this day” and exits, Moritz turns and sees the CC of what his father just said

The male ensemble taking the papers of Fanny Gabor’s letter to Moritz

The boys putting Moritz’s clothes in his trunk while singing And Then There Were None

Just faster rhythms, more urgency, and more harmonies all around

The girls all come to watch at the end of And Then There We’re None, the boys end signing guns towards Moritz, and his Voice offers him the pistol, but THE SPOT GOES OUT right before he grabs it and Mirror Blue Night starts

THE LIGHT FINGERTIP GLOVES

Besides the genius light gloves, Spencer Liff and the people who helped develop the ASL manipulated the sign just so where the sign is also dance and interacts and utilizes the lights on their fingertips, while STILL communicating the song visually

Just a gentle reminder that Michael Arden’s sign name is “genius”

WHEN WENDLA TURNS TO HER VOICE BECAUSE SHE DOESN’T KNOW WHY SHE ISN’T SUPPOSED TO DO THIS IF SHE LIKES IT SO MUCH BUT HER VOICE TURNS AWAY

Ok so you can’t even see it in the boot but Josh and Alex walk through the mezz as alter boys during I Believe with smokey incense, it’s actual magic

The switch of Don’t Do Sadness/Blue Wind and The Guilty Ones

At the top of Act II, as the music plays and adult man does a speech, Wendla and Melchior walk over four chairs each, moved in front of their feet, while blindfolded, towards the center piano. Austin is hearing. Ok. SANDRA MAE FRANK IS DEAF. SHE DID THIS EIGHT TIMES A WEEK, WHAT?!?! Also they do it in sync and reach the piano at the same time, undress each other to resume the positions they finished in Act I in

Just everything about the ensemble in this scene and song is just *chef’s kiss* the chair-ography

The adult ensemble walking through the scene

Don’t Do Sadness interrupts the end of Guilty Ones

Alex has the mic for Don’t Do Sadness

The ensemble knock all the chairs over on the first bass drop, then stand on the few still upright to create a forest in which Moritz finds Ilse

Ilse interupts Moritz’s Voice handing him the gun

Ilse sometimes signing after she says a line

Side note but Krysta was FIGHTING BREAST CANCER WHILE IN THIS SHOW

Did someone say tree-ography? Yes, the trees sign the second chorus of Blue Wind

When Don’t Do Sadness starts up again, the boys all walk towards Moritz and watch him, until Blue Wind starts over it, then they all turn and walk away

Moritz doesn’t even look at Ilse when she signs her last line “when you finally wake up, I’ll be lying some trash heap”

Daniel Durant runs around the forest screaming with his own voice

Are you ready for heartbreak? “I’m ready now. I’ll be an angel.” Moritz pushes the mic down from his voice, and holds out his hand for the gun. THEN ALEX LEAVES. Daniel signs his last lines in silence.

This production is so fucking brilliant and I’m gonna cry

Moritz smooths his clothes, runs his fingers through his hair, and puts the pistol under his chin. He takes a deep breath, and when he releases, a white flood light fills the stage and blinds the audience as the opening chords of Left Behind play. All the girls standing as trees on chairs are looking at Moritz as he looks around. Ilse runs on, and upon seeing Moritz, breaks down in tears at his feet. The tree girls turn to look at Melchior as he begins to sing.

All the girls putting flowers on Moritz’s coffin, the boys picking it up and lowering it into a trapdoor onstage; all dropping the ropes on “fool”

Melchior standing right behind Melchior’s father to sign the last part, while Ilse walks by behind him

Not the essay being 10 feet long

Just how Austin McKenzie does Totally Fucked like he knows this is what the audience has been waiting for all night

The cast popping out of the trap door

Yeah but Andy Mientus hanging out of the second story door signing a line of Totally Fucked is the hottest thing you’ll ever see

The reappearance of the mic, this time held by the stand in front of Melchi while girls swoon in the pit cause this is a real rock concert

Josh holding the caption cards even though Austin is singing and signing

All of the kids and Voices standing together and signing the chorus

Ali tipping her chair and Sandy pulling her back up

During the second “bah blah” section, all the hearing actors put their hands in front of their mouths, and the Deaf actors hold their hands together like their cuffed. Then the madness during the second round where everyone goes crazy signing, and moving and mooning the audience if you’re Andy Mientus or holding up your A Chorus Line headshot if you’re Alex Wyse.

Just the way the vineyard scene happens on the piano

It’s Joshua Castille and Daniel David Stewart being the most precious duo

HANS SHUSHES ERNST’S VOICE WHEN HE SNICKERS

Ernst’s hand slips off the piano and his Voice hits the keys OK GENIUS DIRECTION

Ok but not DDS starting to play the song while still saying Ernst’s lines

Deaf West still got vocal direction; Andy sings Word of Your Body COMPLETELY differently than Austin did

Hanschen leaning back on the piano like a little bitchass—also the way Andy glides across the piano top

The way Hanschen stops Ernst from signing “bruise”

The way Patrick Page speaks as the doctor—louder when speaking to Wendla, and he always taps her when he is about to say something—more accepting than the school, but still ignorant

Sandy says “you said you told me everything” in her own voice

Playing Harr Gabor is the only time Patrick Page signs

Frau Gabor is a forward thinking badass

Her Voice doesn’t look at Wendla during Whispering singing out to the audience till “so let that be my story”

Even the boys at the reformatory sign

WE LOVE A PIANO SET PIECE YAS WE LOVE TO SEE IT

Wendla is separated from her Voice for the abortion, and you can hear Sandy screaming offstage

All the ensemble come running onstage and stop and stare at Frau Bergman in distress. Ilse steps up into her face just as she notices them there

While Ilse reads Melchior’s letter to her out, Thea reads it over her shoulder and signs it out

Almost the whole cast is sitting in chairs as tombstones

Moritz’s tombstone is a trunk set over a trap door

When reading Wendla’s tomb, he start finger spelling, and stops when he realizes who it is, then does Wendla’s name sign silently

Moritz comes out of the trunk that was his grave

Wendla was sitting as one of the tombstones, and stands on her chair to sign her verse

As ghosts, the voices are less prevalent onstage

THE MOST HAUNTING BONGOS EVER

The Not Gone formation *weeps*

The cast renter sans shoes and jackets—they remove their clothes during Purple Summer as they put them on at the top of the show

For Purple Summer, the voices don’t necessarily sing for the same people they voiced

“The fences sway….the porches swing…THUNDER” harmonies

The voices in the band exit into paradise first, stop playing and leave, then slowly all the cast leave through the door (Andy picks up Ali out of her chair and carries her through) and Austin stays longer, stopping and signing the last “of purple summer” silently and as slow as can be in silhouette in the doorway. The adult ensemble all slowly walk over and watch them all leave.

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kentucky-fried-thea · 2 years

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What are your top 5 favorite musicals???

oh goodness, that's loaded. I think at the moment, in no particular order, it goes

deaf west spring awakening

ride the cyclone

les miserables (2014 broadway revival)

bandstand

whisper house

#thanks! what are yours?

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nonbinarytheatrekid07 · 2 years

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if u give me a long ass list of book and/or musical recs i will be ur best friend

alrighty here goes i hope you're ready for some ✨gay shit✨

Books(⭕=TW)

I Wish You All The Best

Two Boys Kissing⭕

Cut⭕

When You Reach Me

Dear Evan Hansen⭕

The Lost⭕

The Cellar⭕

Holes

Kira Kira

There's Someone Inside Your House⭕

This Is Where It Ends⭕

(I forgot every book i have ever read but those are my favorites[god I really need to read more])

Musicals:

Be More Chill

Deaf West Spring Awakening

Dear Evan Hansen

Falsettos(2016)

Heathers

21 Chump Street

Ride The Cyclone

Groundhog Day

The Lightning Thief

Bare The Musical

This wasn't as long as I thought it would be/hoped it would be but here they are. Enjoy my questionable opinions :)

#musical #queer books #book recommendations #musicals #musical theater #music #broadway musicals #broadway #theatre #musical theatre #Ok but hard trigger warning on some of those books my guy #Like really be careful please

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dwsavideos · 2 years

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This is so exciting! Lots of Spring Awakening alumni! I’m super happy for Alex Boniello that he gets to help part of this. It looks so cool!

#whisper house #duncan sheik #deaf west spring awakening #broadway #dwsa #dwsa cast #spring awakening #alex boniello #off broadway #samantha mathis #girl from the north country #waitress #finding neverland #broadway musical #musica theatre

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spring-awakening-headcanons · 5 years

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in a world where wendla hadnt died so young, she would speak of this mystery man named “isaac” all the time with her mother, who was at first very supportive, was absolutely appalled when finding out wendla had gotten engaged to him without her knowledge.

“why didn’t he come to the house and openly ask for your hand?”

“if you saw him, you’d recognize him.” thats because ‘isaac’ is actualy just ilse, who is masquerading as a man just so they can get married 😳😳😳😳

#thought of ‘in my house’ from great comet cause it slaps and i love grace mclean #this would happen #admin bastard #(tempted to write this oop)#deaf west spring awakening #dwsa #spring awakening #deaf west spring awakening headcanons #sa #spring awakening headcanons #ilse neumann #spring awakening hc #wendla bergmann #pirate queens

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feelssogoodinmyarms · 5 years

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Hey ya’ll so a while back my girl @bareunloveliness requested some Marlitta and my inbox ate it before it was finished but I finally like it enough to post!! So strap in bc it’s time for everyone’s favorite unappreciated wlw couple besides maybe marthanna but that’s besides the point!!!

Tw: mentions of past abuse

Wc: 1170

Melitta stared up at the dusky sky as she walked. It was a lovely autumn evening with a soft breeze blowing through the trees. The German countryside was shedding its green summer hue and turning reds and yellows and oranges. This would only last a little while before it became barren and snowy, but it was beautiful for right now.

Melitta took walks after supper if it wasn’t too cold. This was probably the last week she’d be able to do it for a while since it would snow soon. It was so peaceful; the sun setting as the church bells sang softly. It was a good time to think and regroup; her house could get crazy with all her siblings.

The top of the hill was rapidly approaching. It was Melitta’s favorite; it had the prettiest view of the whole town. There was usually no one else there, but tonight she saw a familiar figure sitting atop it. Martha Bessel, the prettiest girl in Melitta’s chem class (and possibly the whole school), looked five years younger and more relaxed than she’d ever seen. Martha was crying, yet she didn't seem sad. She wasn’t happy either, yet she smiled. She sat with her back against a large tree as tears rolled down her cheeks. Her hair was cut off and uneven on the sides. Melitta cautiously approached her.

“Martha?” It took Martha a moment, her shining dark eyes gazed up at Melitta as though she wasn’t sure she was actually seeing her.

“Melitta? Is it you?”

“Yes, it’s me. Are you okay?”

“I thought I’d only imagined you”

Melitta wondered if Martha had been smoking something; she seemed so out of it.

“No, I’m Melitta Rilow. Are you okay?” she repeated.

Martha closed her eyes and took a deep breath of the evening air. Melitta was about to turn to go; she figured Martha wanted to be alone.

“They’re gone,” Martha said suddenly.

“Who?”

“Them. My parents. The trial ended; they’re gone. They’re in prison and I never have to see them again.” She looked back at the redhead, smiling the most Melitta had seen her smile in years.

“I cut my braids off when I got home; I didn’t even think. I keep reaching for them but there’s nothing there.” Martha let out a sob.

Melitta asked if she could hug her which Martha agreed to. The two sat there, holding each other as the sun set. Melitta ran her fingers through Martha’s newly shortened hair. She could swear Martha’s touch was electric.

“I’m such a mess,” Martha lamented, smiling. “I’ve cried today and laughed until I cried again. I don’t know what I’m feeling.”

It was that moment that Melitta Rilow knew she was in love with the beautiful mess that was Martha Bessel. Seeing her so happy made Melitta happier than she had been in a long time.

“It’s okay, it’s all okay.” Melitta smiled as she held the girl she had started to fall for.

“Where are you staying?” Melitta loosened her grip on Martha to see her face. “With Anna and her family. I’m hoping arrangements can be made so I don’t have to go too far away. My closest relatives are three hours from here.”Melitta’s heart sank. It must have shown on her face because Martha quickly added, “It won’t be for a while. I’ll be in town for another few months at least.” Martha moved her head to lay on Melitta’s shoulder and Melitta’s breath hitched. She hadn’t spent time with Martha in so long and now they were cuddling on top of a hill as the sun set. Even with her hair cut unevenly and her eyes puffy, Martha was gorgeous. Melitta wanted to hold her hand and dance with her all night, as ridiculous as it sounded. She wasn’t the type to be so mushy-gushy with crushes but Martha was making her heart melt.

“Could I walk you home?” Melitta asked, hoping it was too dark to see the blush dusting her cheeks.

Martha smiled. “Sure.”

The moonlight shone like silver though the trees that had begun to grow back. A gust of wind blew through Martha’s newly shortened hair. She shivered a bit and Melitta shrugged off her sweater and wrapped it around Martha’s shoulders.

“Wait.” Martha held on to Melitta’s hand, not wanting to lose her touch quite yet. They stopped walking. Martha was staring at her, her eyes wide, and Melitta’s first instinct was to kiss her.

“You’re so beautiful.” Martha’s eyes shone in the moonlight and she had the cutest smile on her face, Melitta thought she looked like something right out of a painting. Melitta tucked a strand of Martha’s hair behind her ear, in complete awe of the sight before her. She realized Martha’s lips were so close to hers and Melitta wanted so badly to close that gap.

“So are you.”

Melitta clung to this beautiful moment, the two of them suspended in time with nothing but each other.

The girls walked to Anna’s hand-in-hand and didn’t say anything else; enjoying the silence and each other’s company. Melitta’s heart pounded away in her chest as she tried to keep cool around the girl she was infatuated with.

Melitta knew they were almost to the Wheelan’s and she searched her mind for the courage to ask to see Martha again. She couldn’t bring herself to break the silence; as much as she tried the words wouldn’t come.

“Did you want to come over tonight? I’m sure Anna’s parents won’t mind, you could bring Thea too.”

Martha’s voice broke Melitta out of her trance, much to the redhead’s relief.

“Are you sure? It’s okay if you want to be alone tonight, I know it’s been a big day.”

Martha smiled, eyes on the ground in front of her, which Melitta found extremely adorable. “Actually, there’s no one else I’d rather spend tonight with.”

Melitta felt her face heat up and Martha quickly added, “You make me feel safe, Mel. I don’t know how to explain it, but when I’m with you I feel at ease, like nothing can hurt me. It’s stupid.”

“No! It’s not stupid at all, I’m glad I make you feel that way. I was captain of the safety team in fourth grade.” Melitta hoped she didn’t sound totally stupid; it made her feel wonderful and incredibly flustered that she had that effect on Martha.

Martha laughed, genuinely and without shame. It was a beautiful sound, something Melitta could definitely get used to.

“I think this is the start of something great.” Martha gazed at the redhead with those soft brown eyes and Melitta soaked up every precious moment of it.

“Me too.”

She watched Martha walk up the steps of the house, a new spring in her gait that suited her quite well. Martha opened the front door and turned around, those brown eyes finding her again.

“Are you coming?”

Melitta smiled, practically floating up the stairs after her. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

#yaaaaas #i hope u like it becki #we love wlw in this house #rhiannon writes #martha bessel #martha bessell #marlitta #melitta #melitta rilow #dwsa #spring awakening #deaf west spring awakening #sa

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gordonstanheight · 6 years

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Watch me crawl out of the pits of Hell to smAck doWN anyone who says anything bad about DWSA or the cast

They deserve good things in life

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nowletemhearitloudandclear · 6 years

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wendla bergmann is a hufflepuff

moritz stiefel is a gryffindor(?)

hanschen rilow is a slytherin

and melchior gabor is a shithead

#laurie.txt #spring awakening #dwsa #deaf west spring awakening #musicals #hogwarts houses #so i actually dont know what house i'd put moritz into #but he's one of the main characters and i just wanted to call melchior a shithead #melchior gabor #moritz stiefel #wendla bergmann #hanschen rilow

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helenaredamancy · 2 years

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iconic musical theatre world performances with links!

hopefully theres something here for everyone [esp new fans!], i included lots of popular/iconic performances and some less talked about ones : )

let's start with run away with me! every male broadway tenor has performed this, including: grant gustin [x], jeremy jordan [x], aaron tveit [x], michael arden [x], ben fankhauser [x], matt doyle [x], etc... here's a playlist of all of them [x] [there's 42 covers??? jesus]

bonnie milligan and matt doyle together is always perfection but i esp. LOVE their version of tell me [x] and their 90's medley [x]

andy mientus + kings of leon with krysta rodriguez and jeremy jordan as backup? dont complain just sit and listen [x]

bonus here's aaron tveit singing the same song [x]

mandatory jeremy jordan its all coming back to me now link [x] also him singing sam smith [x] and radiohead [x]

now onto broadway's boyfriend aaron tveit in THAT rent performance ft gavin creel [x], popular [x], and seven wonders [x]

baby joshua colley singing valjean better than hugh jackman at age 13 [x] + him singing godspell w/ dustin from stranger things [x]

NOW. older!joshua colley absolutely killing go the distance [x], she used to be mine [x], and seventeen from heathers [x] [he reminds me of that dude from enola holmes? is that just me]

ben fankhauser singing belief (the alexander sage oyen/fankhauser combo is godly) [x]

THE BRO DUET ft george salazar/jason gotay (no homo song) [x]

anything deaf west spring awakening, but special shoutout to their renditions of word of your body [x], word of your body reprise [x], touch me [x], and their tonys performance [x]

also ben fankhauser singing a christmas song, riffing into a key change, and playing the melodica in between? [x]

speaking of, his wake me up/touch me mashup with him also playing the piano! talented man [x]

aaron tveit loml singing hozier is one for the books [x]

drew gasparini! andy mientus once again in love with jeremy jordan! hit list! perfect! i just really like this song [x]

austin mckenzie singing (and signing!) valerie... [x]

also him signing/singing brother is a 10/10 [x]

obligatory aaron tveit+taylor swift link [x]

denee benton singing a cut song from the great comet of 1812 [x]

michael arden playing piano & singing i'd rather be sailing interrupted by andy mientus stealing his drink and harmonizing [x]

that taylor louderman little miss perfect vid that got co-opted by the owl house fans and tiktok [x]

jenn damiano flipping the song i've been to make it from natalie's pov- its super interesting and worth listening to as a n2n fan [x]

also this hour long video shitting on the cats movie [x] and this one shitting on the les mis movie [x]

in conclusion, fuck tom hooper and i hope you enjoy!

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angrydisabledgirl · 7 years

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My mom told me yesterday that I’m “finally old enough to see Rent with her” so what do you think would happen if I took her to see Spring Awakening with me without telling her anything about it beforehand

#she wouldn't let me leave the house again #broadway #rent musical #deaf west spring awakening #spring awakening musical

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youofsomesong · 4 years

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So while my dash is filled with Starkid (I’m not complaining about that though), I thought I should maybe mention some of my other loves that aren’t starkid ¯\_(��)_/¯

SMASH (I just binged all of it this week so I’m still not over it)

Andy Mientus

Alex Boniello

Andrew Barth Feldman

Bway jackbox

Deaf West Spring Awakening

Flash

Legends of Tomorrow

Basically all of the arrowverse

Hartley Rathaway

RENT

Jeremy Jordan

Once Upon a Time

Bombshell

Hit List

Dr. Horrible’s sing along blog

Dear Evan Hansen (which I will hopefully see next year while it’s on tour)

Kyle Bishop

Photography

Marvel

Spiderman

Andy Mientus

So this isn’t everything on my list of things that I love but it’s all that I can think of at 12:20am after going on a 2 or so hour walk in the heat after not leaving my house for a week

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sincerelyreidburke · 3 years

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A fic for day 2!

The 25 days of Kiersey continue! This is Thanksgiving-focused, but I wanted to get this one early in the countdown before Thanksgiving was too distant of an event. I’m counting this as a winter holiday.

For context, if you want or need it, here is a ficlet that will function as a faraway prequel to the events of the following fic.

In the summer between his sophomore and junior year, Quinn tours with a fictional production of a real Broadway show, Deaf West's Spring Awakening. I recently watched the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade and decided that Quinn Cooper needed to be in on that action. Here's what happened as a result.

Heaven forgive me, for it is LONG under that cut! I saw the opportunity for Quindo fluff in New York City, and I ran with it, my friends. Featuring Quinn’s tour friend Kyra (in person, finally!), some stereotypical NYC tourism shit, and, of course, the actual Thanksgiving festivities.

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Playbill.com

November 1st

Summer Cast of Deaf West’s Spring Awakening To Perform At Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade

Tuesday

Kiersey, NH

Technically, the official start of Quinn’s Thanksgiving break occurs at 1:15 on Tuesday, when his last class lets out. Walking across campus after he leaves the sciences building is, to be sure, a very freeing experience. But it’s not until he’s by the door at the house on Beech Street, with a packed bag over his shoulder and a train ticket in his pocket, that it truly feels like his break is beginning.

“I can’t believe you two are ditching out on Shaley Thanksgiving,” Ben tells him, shaking his head and mock-scowling, as he takes the keys to his Prius off a hook by the door. “After all I’ve done for you?”

Quinn smiles brightly, and offers Ben nothing but a shrug. “I’m sorry, Ben,” he hums, “but I’ll be thinking of you in spirit.”

“Wow, that’s so nice of you, Mini.” Ben puts a hand to his heart, with all the snark in the world still in his eyes. “It’s almost for a moment like you’re not ditching to go to the big city.”

Quinn hums contemplatively, then glances at the time on his phone. “Sebastián,” he calls, and hopes his voice travels up the stairs. “We’ve got to go! The train’s in twenty minutes!”

“Twenty-four,” corrects Remy, as he walks to the door to join them with his own bag in tow. “You’ve got time, Q.”

Quinn knows he does have time, but as they say in the theater, on time is ten minutes early. He smiles at Remy anyway, and sighs. “I suppose we do, don’t we?”

Remy shrugs. “The train station is, like, two seconds away.”

This is also true.

“You’ll have to forgive me, Ben,” he adds, while they’re waiting. “Goodness knows I’m grateful for your mother’s hospitality.”

“It’s okay.” Ben smirks. “On the bright side, this year you won’t have to deal with her being weird.”

Mrs. Shaley does say odd things, most of them thinly veiled discomfort about his existence as an openly gay man (Quinn, you are just so stylish! It must just be natural for you people), but Quinn is still grateful that she had him to her house last year all the same.

Remy, who is going home with Ben again this year for the brief break, looks to him now, and asks, “Will we see you on TV?”

Quinn smiles— he can’t help it— and dusts off his knit scarf where it’s wound around his neck. “I certainly hope you will,” he replies. “So long as the parade is on, I don’t see why you wouldn’t.”

“That’s awesome,” Remy says, with a smile of his own, and Ben adds, “I can’t wait to live-Tweet it and say I know you.”

He sighs into his hand. “Oh, Benjamin.” He’s about to call for Sebastián again— he did have the class that released the latest of all of them, so it makes sense he’s the last to be ready, but then again, he should have just packed last night— but before he can call him, the floor shakes with the unmistakable rhythm of him bounding down the stairs, and in another second, he’s joined them by the door.

“Sorry, baby.” With his backpack over his shoulder, Sebastián looks handsome enough that Quinn is willing to forget his previous punctuality stress. “I’m ready now.” He’s in his nice winter jacket, with the red scarf and matching hat, and he looks every bit prepared for the November streets of New York.

“Good,” Quinn says, simply, and fixes the way his scarf tucks into his jacket before he turns to nod at Ben. “We’re ready when you are, mister taxi service.”

“You’re an asshole,” Ben replies, “and let’s get outta here.”

The train station is only a three-minute drive from campus, and Ben and Remy drop them off there, with their own long drive to Providence awaiting them as they pull out of sight. Quinn feels as if he’s buzzing with adrenaline, with the excitement of the five days that lie ahead of them. Thanksgiving break may not be long, and in past years, it hasn’t been very eventful for him— freshman year, he stayed on campus, and last year at Ben’s house was nice but not particularly crazy— but this year is a whole new story.

This year, he gets a Thanksgiving break straight out of his wildest, most wonderful daydreams.

“Are you excited, cariño?” Sebastián asks him, as they’re waiting on the platform for the train, bundled up with their bags in the cold. Quinn feels like they’re at the start of a wonderful holiday movie.

“Of course I am.” He winds his arm up in his and remarks, “In fact, I can’t remember the last time I was quite this excited.”

Sebastián smiles. Under his knit cap, his curls are just a little windblown. Quinn has never seen a more handsome sight. “I’m excited for you,” he says, and kisses his forehead, and this is going to be the greatest school break ever.

Wednesday

New York, NY

On their first full day in New York, Quinn has rehearsals. This makes sense, because the whole reason they’re in New York in the first place is so that Quinn can perform. Nando doesn’t even have enough words for how proud he is of him, and the performance hasn’t even happened yet.

Quinn is up bright and early Wednesday morning. He’s headed to the hotel convention center downstairs, where he’s meeting up with his castmates from over the summer for the first time since he left tour in August. Nando rolls over in bed— it’s still dark out— and smiles when he feels him a kiss to his cheek on his way out. He reaches out of the covers and feels around until he can grab Quinn’s hand in the dark.

He squeezes it, three times— their wordless way to say I love you. Quinn returns the three squeezes, kisses the back of his hand, and then turns to go, a silhouette in rehearsal clothes as he leaves.

The bed feels empty without him afterwards, but it’s still dark outside the windows of the room, so Nando falls asleep for another little while and dreams of

When he wakes again, he has an interesting situation on his hands: time to himself, in the middle of New York City. He’s never been here before, but he’s fully prepared to become a huge tourist so he can visit some of the food spots he follows on Instagram.

At a respectable hour, he gets up, gets dressed, and does just that in Quinn’s absence. A few very successful dessert-for-breakfast experiences later, he heads back to the hotel to FaceTime Mama and his sisters.

“Can we watch him on TV?” Gabi asks.

“Is he gonna be on one of the floats?” adds Rosa.

“Well, not exactly on a float,” Nando tells them, “but yeah, you can watch him on TV! I don’t know when he’s on, but he’ll know, so I’ll text you guys later.”

“Wish him luck for us,” Mama says, with a warm smile, and Nando smiles, too. It’s not that often you spend Thanksgiving in New York, when your family is thousands of miles away and your friends hundreds, but it’s also not often that your boyfriend, the love of your life, your favorite person in the entire world, is performing at the Thanksgiving Day Parade, so. Y’know.

Nando didn’t know it was possible to be this cheeky with pride.

At noon, he goes downstairs to pick Quinn up from rehearsal. He’ll have a busy Thursday, what with the parade and everything, but for the rest of the day, their time is entirely theirs.

It’s kind of easy to tell where the cast people are coming from, because one of Nando’s various acquired skills from the course the two years so far of this relationship is being able to spot Deaf people in public. It’s really not hard. Just watch for flying hands!

That’s how he spots Quinn— leaving the convention area, among his fellow Deaf West people, or— Kyra, actually, to be more specific. Nando hasn’t seen Kyra in months, since July, actually, when he met her on their Phoenix Spring Awakening tour stop. Her hair is different— in space buns instead of her afro— and she’s wearing a bright orange sweater, which, if her Instagram is accurate, is right in line with her sunshine aesthetic. She was amazing on tour; she’s such a talented person.

She walks side by side with Quinn, and they’re moving kind of slowly because they’re turned halfway toward each other to talk. Their hands move a mile a minute, and Nando knows a good amount of sign, but can’t keep up with this rapid conversation.

Lucky for him, he doesn’t have to. Quinn and Kyra seem to see him at the same time— and Kyra signs something he does understand, with this huge, bright smile. Literally, her sign means cactus and S, but Nando knows that’s just his sign name.

He waves across the lobby, then signs back to her— sunshine and K, for Kyra, and she lights up even more. She runs the rest of the way over, and Quinn goes after her.

How are you? he asks, and Kyra looks so excited that she almost jumps up and down.

They get to hold a small conversation in sign, and Nando loves catching up with Kyra but sort of loves even more how Quinn smiles as he watches them talk, like he’s glad they’re interacting, and it’s just— it’s wholesome. It’s great. Kyra is great, and he’s just so happy for Quinn that he gets to see her and all his tour friends again. He was sad to part with them at the end of the summer.

Kyra’s mom is in the city with her, so they part ways when she arrives; Quinn has another brief and very fast sign conversation with her as she’s leaving. Nando figures it’s probably just ‘see you tomorrow,’ but you never know.

“Baby,” he whispers, leaning down to him as they start side-by-side toward the elevator, “you have to hear about the churro I found this morning.”

Quinn laughs, and looks up to him, winding his arm in his elbow. Nando thinks they were meant to fit together this way. It’s so natural, and so easy. “I would love to hear about that.”

“I took pictures and everything,” he says, then pauses to press the button and hail the elevator. He looks to him again to add, “But also, how was rehearsal? Can I take you out to lunch?”

“Out to lunch?” Quinn swoons. “You must be trying to get in my good graces.”

He pretends to pout. “Am I not already in your good graces?”

Quinn swats at his chest. “Oh, don’t be a drama queen.”

He kind of wants to point out that Quinn, rather than he, is the one who just got out of several hours of pro theatre rehearsal— but he guesses that would be telling him what he already knows. Instead, he grins and shrugs, then kisses his forehead. The elevator dings upon arrival. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he says, and they have a very good afternoon.

Thursday

It’s absolutely frigid outside, and it’s six in the morning, and Quinn is having the time of his life.

He’s huddled on a couch with his castmates, in a trailer, waiting for the day to begin— though he supposes it’s already started, given his five o’clock wake-up call. He thought the tour was exciting, and truly, it was, but this is a whole other excitement entirely— being in New York, with so many performers all in one small place, knowing what lies in store for his day.

Life, he thinks, is maybe a dream come true right now. From coming here with Sebastián to getting to perform, there are so many things he’s grateful for, so many experiences he feels so lucky to have. This is no exception, as he sits in the trailer, with space heaters warming his feet and cast friends on either side. It’s like being back on tour, except this time, it’s one time only. He has to make it count.

And… yes. Quinn is decided. He is going to be completely obnoxious on Instagram today. To start it out, he nudges Kyra, who sits directly next to him, and opens the front camera on his phone.

Kyra lights up for the camera— she truly is the human embodiment of the sun, and Quinn is honestly a little jealous of how good and put-together she already looks at six in the morning. She’s wearing yellow earmuffs that sort of match the gold rims on her glasses, and she hooks an arm around his neck to lean into the picture. Her cheek is warm against his, and he laughs. On his other side, their friend Minji pushes into the camera, too, and flashes a heart at the camera with her thumb and pointer picture together.

Are you posting that? Minji asks, once he’s snapped the selfie.

He puts his phone down and grins. Obviously, I’m posting it.

He’s hunting for stickers to put it on his story when it becomes something of a ‘thing’— the various other friends and castmates around him realize he’s taking pictures, and then, right as he gets the selfie up on his story with a little turkey sticker, everyone is clustering for another.

Group shot!

Let us be on your Instagram!

Yeah, we need a reunion picture.

Hang on, he tells them, and laughs, then climbs up onto the edge of the couch. He faces them to add, I’m not tall enough for that, and while they laugh at his height’s expense, he rolls his eyes and opens his camera again.

Smile! he signs into the camera, and then clicks the button a few times so he’ll have options to choose from. This one should be a post, not a story, he decides. He thinks there are enough cast members in it to maybe send it to production staff. Not to pat himself on the back or anything. Really, he just wants to document these moments with his friends, while they’re all still in one place again.

Oh, you know what we should do? he says to Kyra, as he’s sitting down on the arm of the couch. A before and after picture, with costumes.

Kyra grins, and she nods. They did posts like that several times, over tour— a picture before you get costumed, and then the same picture but after you’re ready to go onstage. We should make a TikTok, Kyra says.

He laughs. Oh, goodness, he says, but he knows he’ll probably wind up doing just that. He has a feeling his social media will be quite alive and well by the end of the day today.

He wants to hold every part of this day in his memory, so he’ll never forget what this feels like.

It’s been three months since Quinn got to be Moritz Stiefel.

Though it took a lot out of him this summer, it’s a role he’s missed sorely, and he doesn’t usually get to go back to playing characters whose shows have come to a close for him. He supposes today is a bit of an exception, and, to be sure, he’s been excited for today since the very moment he learned this performance would be happening— but it’s not real, exactly, until he sees himself in a mirror, in costume.

He knows this version of himself, though he hasn’t seen it in awhile. His hair is mussed up, and the school uniform costume fits just as it’s supposed to, with a crooked tie and a tall pair of socks. He isn’t mic’d yet— that’s a step they’ll reach later this morning, with the sound technicians at the parade, and his hearing aids have been out for several hours; they’re tucked into his jacket pocket right now.

The mirror in the trailer is small, and he smiles at himself in it. He always likes this part, performing— when he gets to see himself as the character he’s going to be. Today, it’ll only be for five minutes— but five minutes of glory, on television, with his friends from the summer, and so they’re bound to be some of the most exhilarating five minutes of his life.

He doesn’t want to get a big head, but the fact that so many people will be watching… that’s a lot to take in. On the street, in person, Sebastián will be watching, too, and that’s something he’s very mindful of.

Kyra is putting flowers into her hair, at the small mirror next to him. He grabs his phone to wave it at her, and she grins, then signs for him to wait one second, so he does.

Just like old times, she says, when she’s done, and then lets him take their picture in the mirror. He sends it off to Sebastián first, then puts it on his steadily growing Instagram story.

It is just like old times. Quinn doesn’t want the day to be over, and it’s barely begun.

Of all the places he’s performed, Quinn has to say that the streets of New York City rank high.

The morning is a blur— move from place to place, let people tell you where to be, get briefed by tech people who know a lot more about what’s going on than he does. Comply, because that’s what you do. Warm up your voice. Take so many pictures that your phone starts to yell at you that it’s running out of storage.

From a distance, spot someone who looks an awful lot like your boyfriend on the side of the street. You can tell it’s him, because you knit that red scarf for him two Christmases ago. It’s his color, undoubtedly. Kyra signs his name at him from afar, but he doesn’t see either of you. Until you go on.

You get a little nervous, but you don’t have time to be nervous, because you’re on the move and you’re waiting to perform, and then— you blink, a rush of adrenaline, and it’s over.

And you just did what actors all over the country dream of doing.

There aren’t words for that in English or in sign.

Friday

On Friday morning, when Quinn wakes up, it’s snowing.

He doesn’t realize it at first. He’s tucked beneath Sebastián in their hotel bed, waking from a sleep so deep and welcome it felt truly heavenly, buried between covers and warm weight. He opens his eyes to gentle, natural light in the room, a sure sign they slept in, and he blinks a few times before he realizes what he’s seeing in the nearby window.

Snow. So much snow, and falling fast. Goodness, it’s beautiful. The view isn’t bad, either; Manhattan is a sea of buildings, and this snapshot of glass is only a glance. The snow is so peaceful, coupled with the thought that they have nowhere to go, nowhere to be. After the dream come true that was yesterday— the parade, the performance, getting dinner with Sebastián and Kyra at some diner with no other patrons in the middle of the Thanksgiving afternoon— he could use to rest and reflect.

Quinn knows it’s cliché, but he truly does love this city.

He threads his fingers into Sebastián’s curls, and pulls his head close to his chest, and rests in bed while he watches the snow come down.

Some time later, when Sebastián has woken, he gets to spend a lazy, snowy morning in bed, and between gentle kisses, he tells him there’s nowhere else he would rather be.

Saturday

“Can you keep up, baby?”

Nando knows a retort is coming before it even does, but he still grins when Quinn pipes up, from a few feet behind him, “Oh, you just mind your business, Sebastián; I am fine.”

As if to prove it, he closes the small space between them and skates up by his side. Nando knows that getting out on the ice and immediately taunting him was not practical, but it was entertaining, and he likes that Quinn’s cheeks are flushing now. He holds out his elbow, like a peace offering, and Quinn wraps his gloved hand up in it.

“You wanna take a winter stroll?” Nando asks him, with a wink down in his direction.

“This is hardly a stroll,” Quinn replies, in that know-it-all voice that drives Nando crazy in the best way possible. “It’s more of a glide,” he adds, and with that, they start skating along.

“That’s fair,” Nando replies, and tips his head up to take in the view.

He couldn’t spend any weekend even slightly related to the holiday season in New York City without going ice skating under the huge tree. Because first of all, it’s in every New York Christmas movie ever, and second, one of his and Quinn’s first dates was skating, and third, he fricking loves to skate, and fourth, this is his life, so there.

“This is breathtaking,” Quinn remarks, and that’s an understatement. There are enough lights on the tree to probably show up from space, and Nando has learned over the past few days how huge this city actually is, but being right here in the middle of everything just reinforces that truth. They skate along in the throngs of other people, which is part of the tourist experience, and honestly just makes it even better. Nando has seen this on TV so many times. He can’t believe he’s actually here. Pretty much everything about this weekend has been like some kind of dream situation where crazy things you imagine actually come true.

And speaking of dreams. He looks down to Quinn, and it’s, like, okay— cheesy, but the lights are all reflecting in his eyes, and he’s bundled in his scarf and peacoat, and he’s the prettiest thing Nando has ever seen. Including the giant tree. Including everything.

Quinn catches him looking. Of course he does. He smiles, rosy-cheeked and windblown, and hums, “What?”

“I love you,” Nando replies, and kisses him right in the middle of everything.

Quinn laughs out of the kiss. He stays tight on his arm, and somehow, they keep skating without falling. Nando thanks his hockey side for that.

“I love you, too,” Quinn replies, and his voice could block out all the noise of the whole city.

They’re the center of the world.

Sunday

Kiersey, NH

The whole way home to Kiersey, Quinn sleeps on Sebastián’s shoulder.

It’s unintentional, but peaceful all the same, dreams full of memories of the weekend. He gets into his seat at Grand Central Station, slumps against him, and wakes to his gentle nudging hours later, so they can change trains in Boston. The next ride is shorter, but he rests again anyways, and the gray November day is dimming outside the train windows when he opens his eyes at the Kiersey station.

They walk back to campus— it isn’t far. Sebastián is holding both of their bags, and Quinn is holding nothing but his arm. It’s chilly, but bundled up, it isn’t so bad. With this boy, Quinn is so very warm. By the time they round the corner onto Beech Street, lines of student houses with warm windows stretching down either side of the familiar road, the sun has gone down.

On the front steps, Quinn pulls his hands out and looks up to him. He hasn’t had his hearing aids on in over twenty-four hours, and it’s been the most liberating and lovely experience. Before they re-enter the chaos of the hockey house and he’ll have to put them in again, he wants to sign him one last thing.

Thank you for joining me, he says, once he has his gaze. I love you so much.

Sebastián smiles. He puts the bags down by the door, rests both hands on his shoulders, and kisses him gently. No wintry breeze could stop the warmth in Quinn’s chest.

When he’s pulled back, Sebastián replies, I’d join you anywhere. I love you, too.

Quinn beams at him, and with one more shared, quiet moment, Sebastián picks up the bags, and Quinn leans into the front door and pushes it open. Hey, people! he reads on Sebastián’s lips, no doubt a loud exclamation, as they cross the threshold together. We’re home!

Home, indeed. Quinn closes the door behind them, and the warm, familiar, slightly chaotic embrace of Beech Street welcomes them back.

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