Вчера на работе кто-то случайно сказал что-то про красный цвет. Я, буквально, начала петь вслух:
RED, THE BLOOD OF ANGRY MEN,
BLACK, .....
Тут меня осенило, что никто не втыкает в это и я выгляжу еще более крейзи, чем обычно
Но в целом, вот отражение моей жизни после Ле Миз)
A stranger: What time is it?
Me: *sings dramatically* DON'T AAAASK MEEE!!!!
My friend: I'm cold...
Me: *sings dramatically* AND I'M JAVEEERT!!
My sister: Where's dad?
Mum: He's gone out.
Me: *sings dramatically* Bring hiiim hoooOOOOOOME!!
A friend: It's cold outside.
Me: *sings dramatically* THERE ARE STORMS WE CANNOOOT WEATHER!!!
My granddad: When's dinner ready?
Me: *sings dramatically* WHEN THE BEATING OF YOUR HEART ECHOES THE BEATING OF A DRUM!!!
Strangers in a car: Excuse me but do you know where Burleigh Street is?
Me: *sings sweetly* I know a place where no one's lost!
Strangers in a car: But um... we are lost.
Me: *sings dramatically* WHEN I LOSE MY WAY I CLOSE MY EYES AND HE HAS FOUND MEEEE!!!
My brother: Huh, funny. I swear that wasn't there before...
Me: *sings dramatically* SO DIFFERENT NOW FROM WHAT IT SEEEEEEEMED!!!!
Everyone: WHY WON'T YOU SHUT UP AND STOP SINGING LES MIS ALL THE TIME?!!
Me:
Everyone:
Me:
Me:
Me:
Me: *sings dramatically* IT IS THE MUSIC OF A PEOPLE WHO WILL NOT BE SLAVES AGAAAIN!!!
Отсюда