Look Down to Get Back Up! - A Les Miz Story with a Starkid Touch

11-Get Back Up (Starship)

Enjolras was miserable. Many men were injured, and they had lost their Ponine. They might not have shown it, but the boys were very fond of her.

He lied down on Jehan's olive coloured couch which he had thrown on the barricade. He heard a fire crackling at the other side of the barricade.

"What do we do Enjolras?" asked Jehan.

"Courfeyrac, you make sure the soldiers don't kill us all." moaned Enjolras, "Joly, Combefere, you make sure none of our injured die. And you, Bahorel, Gavroche," H'e groaned and turned onto his stomach, "Kill me now!"

"Enjolras, we're not going to kill you." Bahorel said.

"It's the soldiers we're going to kill." added Gavroche.

Enjolras shook his head and grabbed Bahorel's gun. He pointed it to his head.

"Go ahead, Bahorel!" he cried, "Pull the trigger!"

"Enjolras, are you drunk?"

"Bahorel, pull it."

"Enjolras, I thought you didn't drink?"

"I'm not drunk!" Enjolras rolled off the couch and fell on top of Bossuet and Feuilly. "I'm just... ugh..."

After they helped Enjolras up, Courfeyrac gave him an unimpressed look. "Enjolras, yesterday, you were pumped for revolution. Now, you've gone Grantaire-level crazy."

"I failed you all." said Enjolras. "Our Ponine's gone. Grantaire will  never let me hear the end of it, if we survive. He'll hate me even more, and he'll yell at all of us. I've lost it! Let Combeferre lead you.  Revolution'll be better without me! I've lost it, Courf!"

Courfeyrac raised an eyebrow. "What was that bit about Grantaire?"

Enjolras turned as red as a cherry. "So I have been drinking a bit."

Courfeyrac let out a big laugh. He then looked at how miserable Enjolras looked, and his face softened. "Enjolras, everything's going to be alright. Ponine sacrificed herself for Marius. She did it willingly. As for Grantaire," He grinned. "Ask Jehan." And he burst into giggles. "It's- it's all going to be fine."

"How would you know?"

"'Cause..." Courfeyrac grabbed Enjolras' collar and sang,

"You say you've lost your edge,

But I say, 'It's all in your head'," He poked Enjolras' head.

"So listen up, I've got a message for you!"

"And now we dance!" He seized Enjolras' arms and pulled him into a dance.

"You've got somethin' of a dry spell,

But you taught me everything that I know,

So why not let me teach a thing or two?"

"I-I dunno-"

"You're a total badass, at the top of your class,

Now, you're tellin' me you're havin' doubts!

Well, I'm not about to let my good friend forget

What revolution is all about!

We're here to get the job done!

Doesn't matter if it's tough or it's fun,

We don't hide, and we don't run away!"

He singled for the others to clap with him.

"'Cause,

We're here to get the job done,

We'll do it better than anyone,

And if we ever feel like we're goin' astray!"

He twirled Enjolras, then went to dance with the others, who were laughing.

"You gotta get up, gotta get back, get back up!

You gotta get up, gotta get back,

Get back up!"

"Take it, Prouvaire!" they all cried.

Jehan walked up to Enjolras as the music of unknown origin slowed down,

"I know you've seen the rough times,

Hell, I've seen this too,

But I ain't seen anyone face them half as well as you!"

"Bossuet's good, too-"

"This is no time to worry,

This is no time for fuss,

I know just how great you are,

And I think I speak for all of us!"

"Alright, vous idiots!" Combeferre barked to the other boys, "Say something nice, or I'll kill you."

There was a complete silence as the boys exchanged nervous glances at each other.

Combeferre sighed. "I was joking! Now, get to it!"

"You're the coolest man around!" cried Feuilly.

"You never let me down!" shouted Bossuet.

"Take a good look in the mirror!" sang Combeferre.

He had to kick Marius who said, "You're an awesome guy!"

And Combeferre sang, "And the reason why,"

"Everyone of us is here!"

Enjolras smiled. His friends had cheered him right up. So he decided to sing,
"I'm here to get the job done!"

"Yeah!" cried Gavroche.

"I'm a beautiful son of a gun!"

"That's right!"

"I'm the only one who can make it through!"

"That's true, that's what you gotta do!

We're here to get the job done!
Doesn't matter, if small or a ton,
And when we're done, and there's none we can do!

We gotra get up, gotta get back, get back up!
We gotta get up,
Gotta get back!

Get back!
Get back!

Get back up!"

The ten boys burst into laughter.

The other men who weren't part of the friend group stared at them, puzzled.