Les Mis Javert Song Novels & Stories

“Carter Tech CEO and heir to the Carters of New York. No wonder he got that piece so quickly.” After a few more people, Mavis took the center position. Within a few bars I recognized the song as a popular piece by Vivaldi. It should be an easy win. But when the music ended, Mavis stood there, biting her lip nervously. “Could you play it again,” she asked quietly. “I’m sorry miss,” the host apologized as she handed Mavis a glass of the dark, red wine. “You get one chance only.” “Drink! Drink!” the audience began to chant.

Though I wish my mate was here by my side. While enjoying the show, some girls wearing white made their way toward me and Keyla. Then they started singing a very familiar song. Like the night before, they all started chanting. "Par la lune et par la nuit, que la maudite perde sa vie … (By the moon, by the night the cursed one shall die) Par la lune et par la nuit, que la maudite perde sa vie … (By the moon, by the night the cursed one shall die)

“Where zee hell is zat girl!” Immediately, I felt my face fall with knowledge of what had happened, even before hearing it from Monsieur. “She may be running late again, Mon—.” “SHE’S FORGOTTEN! Zat girl!” Monsieur’s accent gets thick and clear whenever he’s driven madly upset. No one has done that for years—Jewel Virtus sure is a heck of a scum. Doesn’t she have a streak of consideration for the elderly? Monsieur can’t take such panic attacks!

But here I am, still having this flutter of hope in my chest as I mentally pray tonight, would be the night. Jean smirks knowing she finally convinced me "Yes." She says slowly. "I guess, I can sing one song," I mutter, mentally trying to calculate the time and how I will get to Audrey on time. "Great," Jean claps. "Start with my personal favorites."

Madame Jiménez se calma le temps que la petite fille soit en forme pour parler. 🎂________À l'anniversaire de Iris ____________🎂 Après notre annonce par le moniteur, je pris mon courage à deux bras et je commence avec la chanson de John légende All of me What would I do without your smart mouth? Drawin' me in and you kickin' me out You've got my head spinnin', no kiddin' I can't pin you down What's goin' on in that beautiful mind? I'm on your magical mystery ride

Jenny introduced me before leaving the room. “I’m going to perform one of our best songs,” I said. “It’s called Rising Moon. I hope you’ll enjoy it.” The two men nodded in anticipation while Mason maintained a poker face. Taking a deep breath, I began to sing, making sure to focus more on the gentlemen because Mason’s stare was quite unnerving. I sent a few random glances his way towards the end and noticed he was staring quite intensely. Despite that, I managed to make it all the way to the end. When it was over, the other men clapped.

Compared to the others, Xavier appeared much calmer. Daphne's gaze landed on Yvette. "Even though my first love and I went through a lot of ups and downs and couldn't get married, I believe that we will eventually be together." It was a veiled warning to Yvette. The accompaniment began, and Daphne's new song "A Sliver of Light" filled the air with its beautiful and touching melody. For some reason, Yvette found it familiar, but she couldn't quite remember where she had heard it before.

Ruth overlooked it anyway. "Try to lower your pride. It's gonna take you places you have never imagined." The aged woman answered. Jane watched their conversation with a smile and went ahead to sing the song, "HAPPY" by "PHARRELL WILLIAMS" While singing this song, Allen entered the mansion and stopped to look at her. Jane was not aware of his entrance because she was smiling and dancing along while Paul and Ruth vibed along. They also clapped along to suit the song.

She said making all of our jaws drop to the ground. "Looser? Like seriously?" Rohit asked baffled. "So come up here, Riddhi Bhabhi, what are you waiting for?" Her song started with Jennifer Lopez's Ain't Your Mama while Rohit's mouth was hung low. With every passing line, his expression was changing. **** **SONG SEQUENCE STARTS** **** [I ain't gon' be cooking all day, I ain't your mama I ain't gon' do your laundry, I ain't your mama

I look at her and blink away to tear in my eye. “I need this.” Is all I say and she removes her hand. Taking a dep breath out she nods. As I’m pouring, I see her look to one of the guards. I am pretty sure my time is now limited so I better live it up before big bad Mr. Merrick shows up. I pour our third round and we repeat. “Okay, to the dance floor!” Ivy yells taking our hands as the cover band starts playing the song Tubthumping by Chumbawamba.