And then for it all to be reset, like nothing ever happened, and you forget, forget yourself completely to sing the opening number, dressed as yourself but not yourself, and you’re only truly present at your shitty dead-end barista job, where you meet a man that makes you smile, and your boss keeps referencing a line that isn’t there, and the coffee cups are empty, and over and over you make the same quips, ask the same questions, tell the same stories, until suddenly, it’s over, the apocalypse is here, and everyone’s singing, and you’re wandering through an alley way that feels almost alive, and then the man in front of you isn’t the man you knew, was never the man you knew, and neither are you, and suddenly—

Suddenly there’s a stage.

something something, the Town That Now Sure Despises Musicals

Favourite Hatchetfield trios. In every version of the story.

The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals: Reprised time! ☄️💦

For anyone still interested in these, this is an update.

Lineart and values have been done but, no joke, I have NO IDEA where to go from here. Color has broken me. I’ve been stumped for so long, leaving them and coming back.

Have you heard the word?

WHAT’s the word?

He’s a comin’

WHO’s a comin’?

Paul’s a comin’!

PAUL’s a comin’?!