Following in from the last one, the musical shenanigans of Francoeur and Kurt.
Three weeks in…
Audiences loved the acrobatics. Carlotta could have done without the post-show bickering, especially now that Todd was picking up enough French to cuss in.
But this time, the froggy mutant slunk off into the depths of backstage, distancing himself from the slightly demonic Kurt.
Carlotta followed him. She didn’t understand much English and he didn’t understand much French, but she knew instinctively that he needed a mother. And it was backstage, between the flats, that she heard the voice of an angel.
The song was strange to her, but the sentiment was clear. Lonely and missing home.
“…and much have I seen. Dark distant mountains with valleys of green. Vast painted deserts the sun sets on fire. As it carries me back to the Mull of Kintire…”
He almost jumped out of his skin when Carlotta hugged him.
”[I wasn’t doin’ nuthin’,]“ said Todd, ineffectively struggling to get free. He wasn’t trying at all. Just making a show of wriggling loose for anyone who might be watching.
He wouldn’t understand her, but she could at least try to tell him. “Your voice is magic. Don’t hid your light under a bushel.”
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Much, much later, when they were done with their cross-time adventures, Todd sidled up to Kurt and asked, “Yo. What’s ‘Votre voix est magique’ mean?”
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