hey @theinevitablesense ! so i uhhh, may have written a little GSoFS thing for ya!
i don’t exactly have a title for it, but it’s very heavily based off of the musical “cabaret”. i’ll elaborate on that by the end !
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It tends to get rather quiet when there’s no one home.
Of course, this isn’t some brand-new realization to Thomas. Everything was always quiet at Monticello. It’s been quiet for a long, long time.
There’s no reason for Thomas to question or feel any discomfort about it anymore, for it, like many other trivial things, no longer held any importance to him at all. After all, why should they?
He could spend this silence thinking like he has consistently been thinking before, of everything that could potentially fill the oppressive silence. Everything that’s no longer around, when so many good people are gone, and when love disappears with only the memory living on.
Or, his mind supplies, you could just not think at all.
There it was. The second option that’s looking more and more appealing to Thomas by the minute. Yes, he’s very much better off not traveling down the path his thoughts were taking. Not that he doesn’t deserve the mental punishment, of course, but he was just… tired.
In fact, he’d be sleeping right now if there wasn’t some sort of odd feeling gnawing at him. He has no interest in doing this, so why is he reaching for the nightstand beside him and picking up a pen and a scrap of paper?
Never mind why, Thomas thinks to himself. Just do it.
He takes a breath, and slowly begins to write.
“there was a hotel
and there was a great war
there was a city called new york
in a country called the united states
it was the end of the world.
and i was dancing with alexander hamilton
and we were both fast asleep”
Thomas looks at the paper, now with his handwriting scrawled on it. It reminds him somewhat of a strange kind of poem—must have been the odd format and rather vague type of commentary. Even now, he hardly knows why he apparently chose to write the things he did on it.
Shaking his head, Thomas puts the pen and paper back on the nightstand and falls asleep.
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so what thomas writes here is very heavily based off of mr. bradshaw’s narration in the final scene of cabaret. you can find it here: https://youtu.be/FSPZnq8Ubzk
there’s also another reference, where it mentions love disappearing and only the memory living on. this is inspired by lyrics from ANOTHER cabaret song: https://youtu.be/Al2M5DCW_ZE
anyway, i hope you liked it !!