I wrote this fic while on the fly. The idea just came to me so I figured I'd jot it down and send it out. I've been tempted to continue it in one form or another, but I know it'd end up getting extremely long and involving all of the Amis at some point. To me, it sort of reads like the pilot of a TV series with reincarnated Les Mis characters and how they try to stop the world from going apocalyptic on them.
Delighted you enjoyed reading this! Loved your reaction. ^^
But I don't feel like dancin' when the old joanna plays
My heart could take a chance but my two feet can't find a way
You'd think that I could muster up a little soft shoe gentle sway
But I don't feel like dancin', no sir, no dancin' today.