Son regard m'a brûlé la peau

[lesmisloony]

Sunday may have been Mikelangelo Loconte's birthday, but I doubt he enjoyed it more than I did. 

My new stagedoor buddies, Amsterdam and Strasbourg, had informed me that there's prime stagedooring action around 12:30, three hours before matinées, and had invited me to come along.  I'd witnessed Yamin mingling casually with fans once before a matinée, so I believed it.  I decided that, even though I had no ticket, I would come stagedoor with them, then try to amuse myself for a while, then return to ask how the show went and whether anything special happened for Mikele's birthday.

Well, I got a late start (as always) and didn't end up getting to the stagedoor until almost 2. I know, I'm an epic failure.  I found the girls pretty quickly and asked if I had missed anyone imflortant important.  They said no--well, wait, yeah, Nuno was here.

NUNO. WHAT.

They were like, yeah, he was chatting with us and tried to spell something in German but totally failed and we got these pictures and look at the note he wrote us!

NUNO. COME ON NUNO. WHAT IS THIS.

Anyway, we lurked for a while and I asked how last night's show went, since they had seen both the matinée and the evening understudy-fest.  Their expressions immediately darkened.  Apparently, IT MANAGED TO GET WORSE.  We commiserated for a while and complained about how lackluster it had been.  They told me that Mikele was messing up his lines last night and Merwan somehow had EVEN LESS ENERGY.  Apparently that's possible.  Then they commented on how excited they were to see the show today.

We stood around the stage door for a long time.  The girls got a picture with Marjolaine and with that one dancer Louran had said was hot during Saturday's curtain call.

And then everyone started freaking out.  Apparently, a certain birthday boy had just arrived.  The whole crowd lurched off to one side, squealing and passing up presents and generally being fangirls.  The three of us hung back, because quite frankly we've all been converted to Team Flo.

Remember a few entries ago when I said "No one can make me choose between Mikele and Flo"?  I was wrong.  Florent Mothe can.  He is magical.

And speaking of Team Flo, I glanced up at one point just in time to see a familiar jacket and furry hat slip through the crowd of screaming Mikele fangirls and tiptoe into the stage door.  Florent Mothe is apparently a genius who somehow perfectly timed his arrival so that everyone would be distracted by Mikele and nobody would notice him sneaking in behind them.  When I saw him my mouth went "HEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYY that's Flo" because apparently members of the cast appearing before me in a crowd makes me lose control of my speech.  This was backed up later.

Then we hung around a little longer and watched Mikele basically collect presents from fans until his arms were full, stagger into the stage door, drop all the presents unceremoniously on the ground, and then come back out for more.  It was a little bit hilarious. However, if I had given him the one present that he accidentally dropped and then just kicked through the door, I would have been really hurt.  He wasn't taking photos or bisous-ing people or anything.  He was basically plucking presents out of the crowd like he was in a gift orchard. 

Well.  That was not a very satisfying stagedoor experience.  It did not correct the Merwan-induced pity party I had been hosting for the past twenty-four hours.  So I decided to see if I could get in to see the show.

I got up to the ticket window and the nice lady informed me that there was basically one ticket price left--forty-nine euros.

FORTY-NINE EUROS??? I AM TOO POOR FOR THIS.  I told her I needed to think and stepped off to one side.  And then I said to myself, can I really imagine walking out of this theatre right now, standing around in the cold for two and a half hours, and then hearing all about the show I missed from the girls?  No.  No I can not.  But can I really afford this?

And then I decided I am not going to Austria this month.  I am sorry, Máté Kamarás and Tanz der Vampire, but you are not as appealing as Mozart l'Opéra Rock and Mikelangeflo.  You lose.  Maybe next semester?

So I bought the ticket.

I REGRET NOTHING. The show was so good I could barely breathe.



So, the seat I had paid twice as much for was twice as far away as the seat I'd had for the understudy-fest, but it was on the aisle. Being on the aisle means excellent access to the crowd at the end. I will hereafter refer to the crowd as a mosh pit even though that implies a lot more violence than one usually finds at the Palais des Sports.

I watched the old dude who plays the violin stroll casually down the aisle before the show began. He actually stopped to take pictures with fans, which I found hilarious, before he finally made it to the front of the theatre and did his "Vous entendez? Il me repond. C'est lui! Wolfgang. Amadeus. Mozart... l'homme qui nous a" and I'm obviously not going to transcribe the whole scene for you. There are some parts of the show where I have trouble resisting the urge to whisper the lines along with the cast, but I don't want to be THAT person in the audience. I'm so attached to "Quel est ce... ce torchon?" and Flo's "Paraît-il" and, as I've mentioned a hundred times, "La Force Publique? Mais qui êtes-vous, m'sieur??" So random. The opening lines are one of those moments. Oh, and Mikele's "Des limites? POOF. J'ai mieux." Love love love.

Anyway, so about the show. One of the dancers fell down during the opening part, but she got right back up and kept on moving. Then I decided to take a video of Mikele's grand entrance, partly because it's a wonderful grand entrance and partly because I wasn't sure how excited people would be about it being his birthday.

MOR Dec 5- Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, pour vous servir


So yeah, there you go.

I also took a video of Le Trublion, which actually went quite normally until the very end where Mikele suddenly got SUPER sassy. When he jumped up onto that barrel I had a vision of it sliding out from under him and him collapsing right there and the whole show grinding to a halt. But that did not happen. Phew.

MOR Dec 5- Trublion


I have also had a long-running intention to capture how great Diane is. Perhaps Saturday would have been a better opportunity considering how good my seat was, but I elected to attempt to do so today. Here's her Ah, vous dirai-je maman:

MOR Dec 5- Ah, vous dirai-je, maman


I could tell on Saturday that her facial expressions were really sweet. I think I have a girlcrush on her. Which means I am now officially in love with EVERYBODY IN THE ENTIRE CAST except Merwan. Sorry, Merwan.

MOR Dec 5- Six pieds sous terre


Here's Six pieds sous terre. Once again I was surrounded by tone-deaf French children who thought they were listening to a CD in their room and not at a live show that some people had given up a trip to Austria to see. I haven't watched this video all the way through yet, so I don't know if you can hear them, but I guarantee you'll hear them in Vivre à en crever. Ugh. I guess I shouldn't complain about small children loving my show so much that they know every word. After all, I'm the one who wants to yell out "Demissioner votre altesse mais c'est impossible! Comment vais-je nourrir ma faMI-LLE?" soooo it's not like I don't know how they feel.

Mikele's birthday. Tatoue-moi. The only really remarkable thing is that he says "lit!" differently at the beginning than he usually does. But you know, it's Tatoue-moi. So you should probably enjoy it.

MOR Dec 5- Tatoue-moi


It was also nice to be able to see the backdrop again for the first time in a long time.

No one got stuck in the evil curtain today. I really enjoyed being able to see Nuno back there twirling around while Aloysia was mean to Mozart. I think Nuno must be made of rubber. Also, I love him. COME ON, NUNO.

I went back and forth on whether I wanted a video of Je dors sur des roses, and in the end I decided to do it.

MOR Dec 5- Je dors sur des roses


I love it when he starts bellowing at the end. It's so great in person, because the music just fills the room. You have no idea.

Anyway, during intermission I was just sort of wiggling in my chair. Because I was excited to have all the images of Merwan's Salieri wiped from my mind. And I was worrying that Flo wouldn't do the Rosenbeeeeeerg or the drunken walk during Victime de ma victoire. Eventually I noticed that the lady beside me was bored too, so I decided to chat with her. She had never seen the show before and was just there because she liked theatre. She said it was cool. I was like yeah it is. I told her about having to see the understudies the day before and how I had specifically come back because it was going to be better today. She asked me whose understudy I'd seen and I was like SALIERI WAS NOT HERE MADAME. IT WAS A BAD DAY FOR THE WORLD. And then I had to explain who Salieri was (l'ennemi de Mozart...?) and that he was about to blow her mind. Des limites? POOF. J'ai mieux. She mentioned that le père de Mozart was great and I was like dude, totally, but more importantly SALIERI. And she was like alright, I will see this Salieri of yours. And I was like I know you will. And then I explained that today was Mikele's birthday just in case curtain call got silly. And then I had to say "Non, Mikelangelo Loconte... l'homme qui joue le rôle de Mozart...?" before she figured out what I meant.

And the show came back!

If it was my birthday I would jump around squawking and singing this song too.

MOR Dec 5- Place je passe


By the way, Mikele had on the shirt with the white ruffles again. I am so confused.

This is the best show, you guys. There is genuinely, literally nothing like it.

And you know what the best part of the best show is? Yeah you do.

MOR Dec 5- Il a choisi Mozart


Everyone is back doing what they should be doing! Flo and Yamin and Nuno. Look at them. I am so happy.

I really like how much time Flo spends getting drunk in this musical now. Also, in case you can't tell, Yamin changed his "Elle a fini, la Castafiore???" line to "Elle a fini, Lady GaGa?" Between that and Nuno's shrill little Stephanie voice I thought I was going to die of happiness.

And it just got better.

In my quest to document my love for Diane and the new orchestrations at the beginning of Si je défaille, I also got the only part of the show that changed for Mikele's birthday. :D

MOR Dec 5- Si je défaille


When the girls are saying "Oh, we know all about you!" to Mozart Marjolaine is supposed to say what basically translates to "You slammed the door in Colloredo's face!" but in this show she flubbed the line and said the equivalent of "You slammed your face in Colloredo's door!" and if that wasn't hilarious enough, she replaced her next line with, "And that it's your birthday!" And then after Constance breaks in with "Girls, let him breathe!" she said "Joyeux anniversaire" instead of "Vous êtes bien pâle." And then they made out. The hair sitting in front of me was almost as pleased as I was.

Then came another one of my favourite scenes.

MOR Dec 5- Répétition


I love that Yamin pretends to fall asleep now. And that he then woke up and asked Nuno what he was doing in his bedroom.

Do you hear the difference between this and yesterday's?? "Monsieur l'attendant Rosenberg et moi-même... sommes ici à la demande de l'empereur..." HIS VOICE SILENCES THE ROOM.

And then I'm in love with how energetic Mikele was when we was mocking Rosenberg. And that he stopped so quickly that Nuno collided with him. And that Rosenberg went, "Were you making fun of me?" and Mikele is like, "No, it was him," and points at Nuno, who then flips out and runs away.

Also, after Mikele's Tom Hulce bow a girl in the audience yelled "Encore!"

I didn't video Le Bien qui fait mal. I just sat there and tried not to let its amazingness impregnate me with a music-baby. I don't know what that means, but you get the idea. There is nothing in the whole world like seeing Le Bien qui fait mal live. While we were clapping for it the lady next to me whispered "Mais c'était incroyable, ça!" TOLD YOU.

The way I reacted to that song. I am ridiculous. But I was just so HAPPY. I don't think there are adequate adjectives to describe my euphoria. It was the same way I felt when I first saw the cast at the Virgin Megastore at the DVD release thing. I was shaking and my breathing was irregular and I'm pretty sure I had the most insipid facial expression in the world. It was just... the best. It was the best. I thought I was going to cry with joy.

So then, like, Mozart got married and stuff. And! He delivered my "La Force Publique? Mais QUI êtes-VOUS m'SIEUR?" line in a slightly more wonderful way than previously!

AND THEN ALL MY DREAMS CAME TRUE.

MOR Dec 5- Rosenbeeeeeeerg DONE RIGHT


When Yamin did his, "Salieri, with his b-- no, he doesn't have the bangs anymore, it's a ponytail now." he added, "A little bit like Rapunzel." Then someone in the audience kept yelling at him, so twice Yamin told them to shut up. It was great. I hate my camera for going fuzzy while he danced.

AND FLO DID THE THING. Not only did he say Rosenbeeeeeeerg and lean over backwards, he leaned over RIDICULOUSLY FAR. I believe you can hear my joyous fangirl giggling.  Also the way he goes "FAITES." at the very end!!  When that scene ended I was reacting almost as strongly as I did to Le Bien qui fait mal.

How did I live through Merwan's Salieri??? Whatever happened Saturday, it has made my love for Florent Mothe EVEN STRONGER. That's right, there was apparently room for more. If this pattern keeps up I am going to cease to have any personality or distinguishing features and will just become a cloud of love for Flo that drifts around the Palais des Sports for eternity.

(You may have expected my livejournal entries to become less embarrassing since Florent Mothe actually saw the site that one time.  Well, I think yobambam666  said it best: "The only thing I can say is, if he didn't want people reacting this way over him he shoulda thought of that before he went and crammed all that talent, adorableness, hotness, and amazingness into one body."  So my awkwardness remains intact.  Enjoy.)

Now, let's move on from this discussion of Florent Mothe's greatness and speak instead of Florent Mothe's greatness.

I was originally only taking this video because it has become clear to me that one should always record Yamin's performance.  You never know what's going to happen.  But then Flo was being so wildly energetic when he was telling Yamin off and then I was like, Well, I'll just get him saying "Et pourtant... sa musique est sublime" but he said something else instead (Et pourtant... Figaro est un somethingsomething oeuvre... la musique en est sublime).  And then the music started and I was like yep, keeping this camera rolling.  And yes, that is me going "Unnnnf" at 3:23.

Look at him go.  That's what my soul needed.

I am not even kidding when I say that my camera was literally hot when I turned this off.  Maybe because I had taken a seven-minute video, but maybe it was because it knew what it had been recording and it was reacting appropriately.

Anyway, then some other stuff happens, right?  Let's see... they're all out in the faisons la noce pour fêter Figaro scene, Rosenberg shows up like LOL NO, then Mozart and Da Ponte play Don Juan, the trapdoor of wtf opens, Solal dies, and then we're back to Flo!

AND HE DID THE CRAZY DRUNK THING.  Yesssssss. LOOK AT HIM.  Look at the way he's bent over backwards on a staircase when he delivers his last line.

MOR Dec 5- Victime de ma victoire


Every time you hear me giggle he had pretended to trip.  Oh, and there was a group of girls who stood up and put out their hands to him when he went by, and you see Flo's response to them at 3:04, which was to reach right back.  It was great.  I know I don't need to tell you this is one of my favourite songs, but it is.  I'd say it's right up there with Le Bien qui fait mal and L'Assasymphonie.  I'm trying really hard not to just list every song in the show right now and claim they're all my favourite.  Because they are.

The show continued with that other guy, Mozart or whatever, and I was way too distracted by a shadowy figure standing at a nearby door which I was pretty sure was Flo getting ready to creep down the aisle so he could Vivre à en crever.  It was him!  I almost took a video of his sneaky progress, but then I realised that that would be ridiculous considering he was completely in the dark and my video would be of nothing.  So instead I waited till he made it onstage.

MOR Dec 5- Vivre à en crever partie 1

Terrible place to cut off, isn't it?  But people were already starting to creep down the aisles and I NEEDED to get down there.

NEEDED.

So I went to the other side of the theatre (the Flo side, of course) and I hunched over and scurried down the aisle until I came upon a crowd of fangirls near the front who were all crouching, waiting for the curtain to fall so they could rush up to the front of the room.  And I turned my camera back on in an attempt to capture the new ending where they string Mikele up and try to hoist him into the rafters.

MOR Dec 5- Vivre à en crever partie 2

Right.  And then I got myself right up on the stage and prepared for some glorious mosh-ery.  Now, it was Mikele's birthday, so a bunch of other fans had these scraps of paper with "Joyeux Anniversaire!" and pictures of Mikele.  I would have thought that was really cute IF THEY HADN'T BEEN BLOCKING MY DANG VIEW.

MOR Dec 5- C'est bientôt la fin

Right around 2:40 Flo looked right at me, smiled, and nodded.  I must not have reacted, because he did it again.  Except I did react, because at that moment you see my camera go shwooomp and there's nothing but legs for a few minutes.  Accursed trembly fangirl hands!!

I did manage to tear my eyes off Flo long enough to wonder why Mélissa's hair was so small.  ...?  I mean, I guess if I don't know you don't know.  But yeah, her hair shrunk during intermission.

And then Flo left to get his guitar, and before he got a chance to bring it out and wish Mikele a happy birthday, the fans were too quick.

"Oh.  I was going to say something, but you beat me to it! Bravo, thanks!  So I'll say something late.  The fifth of December is the anniversary of the death of our dear Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart and it's also the anniversary of the birth of our dear Mikelangelo Loconte."

If you are a shipper, I highly recommend you watch that video.

And then he broke out into MY JAM.  I absolutely love standing in that little mosh pit and singing that song at the top of my lungs.  I don't get to rock out to my iTunes in France the way I did when I lived alone in the dorm.

And Flo permitted Mikele to sing the little middle bit by himself.  Like, Hey, it's your birthday, so you may sing my epic song without my assistance.  I was a little disappointed because I wanted to see them standing back to back after he and Merwan stood, like, thirty feet apart on Saturday.  But oh well.

So as soon as I heard Mikele's "We lahv yooo!" I took off to the stage door.  Even though I had nothing to sign.

 I had an okay spot at the barricade, but then I saw my stagedoor buddies and let this really pushy kid take my spot so I could go squee with them.

We were immediately like "OH MY GOSH THAT WAS AMAZING HOW DID WE EVER SIT THROUGH MERWAN AS SALIERI FLO IS THE GREATEST THAT WAS THE BEST" and you know.  Stuff.  Strasbourg really wanted to get a picture with Flo before her train left, so she was getting nervous as the clock kept ticking.  We saw Mélissa, tiny Maeva, sickly Yamin, and lovely Diane while we waited.  Then Flo came out and started the rounds.  We weren't at the barricade, but the girls had planned to stop him as he left for a picture.  In the meantime they got pictures with a dancer I didn't even recognise and Marjolaine again.  They also pointed out a little fellow in a hat and told me it was Mikele's brother Pietro.

The crowd was pretty huge, so in an attempt to see how much progress Flo had made I spent a lot of the time leaping into the air, going "THERE HE IS!" and pointing.  Then I made them listen to Song for a Lunatic on my iPod while we waited.  Strasbourg had less than thirty minutes.

Suddenly I saw a familiar face in the crowd.  As I mentioned at the beginning of this saga, suprise!Mozart cast results in me losing control of my vocal cords, so I just barked out "NUNO!!!!"  ...but imagine it in my Southern accent, surrounded by all the sweet French girls who would say "nooh-noh!" and here's me braying "NYEWW-NO!"  He grinned hugely at me, waved, and did not stop.

NUNO. COME ON.  COME ON, NUNO.

Mikele came out as well, but unless I'm mistaken he did nothing but collect presents again.  Must be nice.  And he left.

A moment later Flo picked up his bouquets and guitars and such and got ready to leave as well.  This could have been our chance to stop him, but the poor guy was ready to go.  He'd performed his heart out and then stood out in the cold for ages signing autographs, as is his way.  He didn't stop any more on his way out, so no Floto for Strasbourg.

Hilariously, the entire crowd funnelled after him like he was the Pied Piper.  I looked at the other girls, then at the rapidly-emptying stage door, then at the small parade.  And then, Amsterdam said the best thing I've ever heard.

"Well?  Shall we go with the Flo?"

I was so impressed I high-fived her.

So that is basically the end of the tale.  I am so incredibly happy I could explode.  That was the best use of fifty euros I can think of.  And Austria?  I'm guessing it'll still be there next semester.

ETA: Instead of studying for my oral exam I elected to stagger around my room with a water bottle wearing my flowy black sweater, re-enacting Flo's Victime de ma victoire with my iTunes.  I think that was time well spent.  Anyway, off to fail a test!

Comments

[nightxfury.livejournal.com]

Your life. I am jealous of it.

That is all. Have an angsty Flo icon because THAT'S HOW YOU MAKE ME FEEEEEEEL. C'EST LE BIEN QUI FAIT MAL. D:

[lesmisloony.livejournal.com]

MY LIFE IS PRETTY MUCH THE BEST LIFE ISN'T IT

Just imagine how miserable I'm going to be once I'm back in the United States. No matter how much I'm loving now, all I can think is how afraid I am of the fact that it's very unlikely it'll ever be this good again.

(That is, unless Flo decides to use me for a green card. Because I am completely serious when I tell you that he has that option. All I would ask in return is that he smile at me every once in a while.)

[nightxfury.livejournal.com]

IT IS. I HATE YOU FOR IT. WHY DID I FRIEND ADD YOU WHEN YOU CAUSE ME SO MUCH PAIN? SOMEWHAT SAD/PENSIVE MIKELE ICON FOR YOU.

Aw, don't look at it that way! Sad pandas. Just have fun while you're living it and don't stress the future so much. These experiences are going to stay with you, so don't turn them into sad things.

(Considering the man's face seems to be stuck in that adoraflo smile of his, I'm pretty sure the smiling requirement will not be a problem. Though I'm 96.7% sure he'd rather live in France where it is considerably more awesome.)

[lesmisloony.livejournal.com]

Dude no. France is really good and all, but America is easier to live in. It's a land of air-conditioning and New York City and Hobby Lobby. I was one of those hipster self-loathing Americans until I'd been in France for a month, and then I was like, dude. My country is actually an amazing place to be.

...It'll be like in my Sims game, wherein Flo and Mikele have their own little room with matching single beds and my Sim lives upstairs and cooks them breakfast (French Toast, get it?) in the morning and then applauds them while they practise guitar. THAT'S ALL I WANT

[nightxfury.livejournal.com]

I quite love America myself. <3 But I think I want to visit Europe a bit more before I make any personal judgments, y'know? Last time I went to Germany I was, like, 8? (Flol, Hobby Lobby?)

MAYBE? SOME DAY? XDD

[lesmisloony.livejournal.com]

I HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO PLAY THE SIMS NOW

[nightxfury.livejournal.com]

PLAY AWAY.

[yobambam666.livejournal.com]

Dude, I wish there was a program where you could just put in a bunch of pics of a person and it would make a sim to look like them on it's own. It took me FOREVER to get to a point where I was like "That's as close to Mikele as he's gonna get". It's a pretty good looking sim even if it doesn't look just like him... Not like you get that close up to see their faces much anyway.

My MikeleSim and FloSim are Boyfriends now, and they are steadily working their way up to being completely skilled in guitar, piano, drums, and bass. haha. I made myself as well, and I always cook for them because I am a natural cook, and whenever they cook something it says "horrifying quality".

I love how if all the sims in your household are famous, they can make each other even more famous just by talking to each other.

[pennywhistle.livejournal.com]

NO WAI I CLAIMED HIM FIRST. He can have his American citizenship and I can have his French babies.

[lesmisloony.livejournal.com]

SIMMER DOWN OVER THERE.

I JUST MADE YOU A CHRISTOPHE MAÉ POST.

[pennywhistle.livejournal.com]

Hahaha, all right then. ^_^

[yobambam666.livejournal.com]

You quoted me!! :) And yes, I am correct. lol or should I say Flol? Never cease the passion you have for something (unless it's illegal or super creepy, which it's not). What else does this world have for people? I mean sure you live your life, day to day, get a job, but the real prize of living is finding little gems like this to give your heart to. That way it doesn't seem like we are put here to be stuck in some kind of pointless rut.

Dude, I am so happy that you have gotten to see this show so many times. Like usually when you are really excited and love something a lot you only get to see it once or twice in a few years, but you have gotten to see it , what 4 times now? That is so cool. It's like you REALLY experienced it. And you got to talk to MikelangeFlo and he even saw your blog. That's like as good as a fangirl can do without it being a scandal. lol.

Expect another proper response to your post later. I am still processing the joy I feel over "Rosenbeeerg" and the Lady Gaga reference.

[lesmisloony.livejournal.com]

You should always say FLOL! Unless you're being irreverent, in which case it's MIKELOLE.

Now that I'm not going to Austria, I have even more funds! Sooooooo they better get used to my American mug.

[yobambam666.livejournal.com]

He saw your LJ, he better be used to you. And he NODDED(Flodded?) at you and smiled. Twice. You can pretty much die happily now.

Guess what my fangirl self did last night, I painted my nails black, but only on the left hand. Muwahaha. It is a Flomage (haha, flo really can be put into anything).

I just love putting their names into words so much that I am purposely thinking of things to say to put them into.

Par exemple: When I watch youtube vids of MikelangeFlo's interviews, I get so mikelangery that I can't speak French. I can't effing understand them! And you can just tell they are saying the cutest things!

[lesmisloony.livejournal.com]

FLOVE IT.

I was telling my new stagedoor friends that I have come to terms with being the fan who introduced the internet to the word "beautiflo." In fact, I expect it to catch on. Just like I expect Flo to start referring to himself as Flow-Mo. HOW AMAZING IS THAT

[yobambam666.livejournal.com]

well, be careflo with "Flow-Mo", it could be misconstrued. But even that, at least for me, would still be a... well not a compliment, but it wouldn't be a bad thing at all! (I believe that the word homosexual is the same or pretty much the same in French isn't it?)

(is it weird that when I read FLOVE IT, I said it just like Wheezy from Dragon Tales in my mind? haha)

[hakupanda.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the great report!!!
I am so glad he did "rosembeeeerg" I can't stop laughing when I see it or remember about it..I smile and laugh alone XD
When he did it "for us", he snaped his feet like rosemberg. He is just perfect! haha
I am so glad you are enjoying it a lot, miss it so much in my life! I am gonna seek them (mikele and flo) forever lol

[larkacharka.livejournal.com]

Speeeeeeeeeaaaaaking of Flo puns, I was talking to one of my friends about them at school today, and I think we should call them portmanflos.

[lesmisloony.livejournal.com]

I... flupport... this?

[yobambam666.livejournal.com]

i have a france question. Do they ever use the phrase "I don't like it; not one bit!". I would really like to know how to say it, if so. lol.

[lesmisloony.livejournal.com]

Hmmmmm. I imagine it would be something like "Je n'aime pas ça, pas du tout!" The only actual French people I've met are my professor, a few stagedoor buddies, and, like, Florent Mothe. So...

[yobambam666.livejournal.com]

haha, that sucks. I had a student teacher who had gone to France for a while and she said that when she got there everyone thought she was weird cause she went down the street saying hi to people... Don't know why you'd even do that in America, but I guess she was REALLY friendly. Maybe it was more casual than that, but she said she found out later that people keep to themselves... I was so glad when that student teacher left. I HATED her teaching style. She acted like we were little kids or something. My real French teacher was kinda absent minded, and a bit crazy.

[angely78.livejournal.com]

HOLY SHIT I SHARE A BIRTHDAY WITH MIKELE!!!!!!!!!!

I just became officially cool. :D

[josiana.livejournal.com]

That pun is amazing and she should feel amazing. :D

[pennywhistle.livejournal.com]

I can not BELIEVE I turned down NYU in Paris this year. Yeah, I would have flunked miserably in the classes, BUT I COULD HAVE BEEN THERE. IN PARIS. RIGHT NOW!!! What was I thinking????

[lily0f7h3meadow.livejournal.com]

I love you and all your hilarity. yes, I am FLOLING right now. <3

[(Anonymous)]

Your stories are amazing. LOVE ALL YOUR POSTS. It's strange but I think Mikele just make my life much much much much much much much much longer by inviting me on facebook to add him as a friend!!!!!!! OMG I can't breath...