Everyone's having a terrible time. Valjean and Javert try to outsass each other.
At The End of The Day:
Bitchy women sing a song and it's catchy as fuck. Oh poor Fantine.
A jaunty, jovial little tune about prostitution in which Fantine has her soul crushed. Poor Fantine.
I Dreamed A Dream:
POOR FANTINE OH GOD CAN THINGS GET ANY WORSE FOR HER.
Who Am I?:
VALJEAN YOU ARE SUCH A GOOD SPORT.
Come To Me:
THINGS GOT WORSE FOR FANTINE.
Oh my god Javert the world is not split into good people and death eaters, will you just accept that humans have multidimensional personalities. More Fantine Feels.
Castle on a Cloud:
You're so sweet have all the clouds just take them.
Master of the House:
Thank god, something funny. Also, it's scientifically impossible to hear one line without singing the rest of the song.
Thenardier Waltz of Treachery:
You guys are such dicks but I just can't stay mad at you.
I'm having feels about string instruments. Javert proves himself to be multidimensional, which is ironic because it's the one thing he can't accept about other people, oh my god leave Valjean alone.
'allo there guvnor oim Gavroche the french cockney.
Red and Black:
Jesus Marius we've got really important shit to do can you shut up about that girl you just met. Also so many feels because they're all such good friends so full of hope. Enjolras you wonderful man.
Do You Hear The People Sing:
Enjolras feels. Les Mis feels. Just so many feels.
I Saw Him Once/In My Life/Heart Full of Love:
One Day More:
Shit is about to go down! I feel so in love with all of them. Enjolras!
On My Own:
Oh Eponine. I can't handle this.
Little Fall Of Rain:
Oh my god I can't go on. This is so tragic.
Drink With Me:
There's no way I can go on, I hurt so much.
Bring Him Home:
This is torture, I literally can't hold any more feels, I didn't know this was possible, I'm going to have a breakdown.
The Second Attack:
I am in physical pain.
The Final Battle:
Why don't you just saw my arms of and leave me to die it would be less painful.
Javert (No spoilers, but if you know it then you know the bit I mean.):
I'm getting genuinely worried I'm going to die from feels.
The people reiterate why I feel so sad and it makes me sadder.
Empty Chairs At Empty Tables:
I want to curl into the foetal position and sob into my hands for the next 19 years, I can't listen to anymore of this but I also can't stop because it's beautiful.
Wedding Chorale/Beggars at the Feast:
I thought I had no soul left but I still want to sing along.
Finale/Do You Hear The People Sing:
I honestly didn't know it was scientifically possible for one person to feel this many things. This musical killed and resurrected me 1000 times, OH MY GOD IT'S SO POWERFUL WHAT IS THIS MAGIC.