[Unlike everyone else, Connor is not donating stories he already has. That would be wasteful when the Storyteller said any story would do. Instead, Connor just launches into a weirdly well-rehearsed story. Any time Connor tells a story it tends to be a weird, recursive mess so for him to basically have something memorized is a terrible red flag that he's just saying bullshit. The only things he ever says without asides tend to be bullshit.]
When I was a young boy, my father took me into the city to see a marching band. He said: "son, when you grow up, will you be the savior of the broken, the beaten, and the damned?"
[This is, by the way, being delivered in the same deadpan monotone that Connor says most things.]
He said: "will you defeat them, your demons and all the non-believers? The plans that they have made? Because one day I'll leave you, a phantom, to join the black parade."
Sometimes I get the feeling he's watching over me, and other times I feel like I should go. And through it all, the rise and the fall, the bodies in the street - he wanted me to know we'll carry on. Though I'm dead and gone, my memory will carry on. In my heart, I can't contain it. This story can't explain it -
[If the Dear Evan Hansen novel can deadass just copy song lyrics into the novel, I can do this. Incidentally, the Storyteller is also getting what's essentially an AMV set to this song of all the things they've done. Everything they've all gone through.]
A world that sends you reeling from decimated dreams, our misery and hate will kill us all. So paint it black and take it back - I'll shout it loud and clear, defiant to the end I'll sound the call to carry on.
And though I'm dead and gone believe me: my memory will carry on. And though you're broken and defeated, your weary widow marches, on and on we carry through the fears and disappointed faces of your peers. Take a look at me, 'cause I could not care at all.
[The last verse doesn't matter. Well, it matters but Connor's not gonna say it because that's a better place to end a story.]
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When I was a young boy, my father took me into the city to see a marching band. He said: "son, when you grow up, will you be the savior of the broken, the beaten, and the damned?"
[This is, by the way, being delivered in the same deadpan monotone that Connor says most things.]
He said: "will you defeat them, your demons and all the non-believers? The plans that they have made? Because one day I'll leave you, a phantom, to join the black parade."
Sometimes I get the feeling he's watching over me, and other times I feel like I should go. And through it all, the rise and the fall, the bodies in the street - he wanted me to know we'll carry on. Though I'm dead and gone, my memory will carry on. In my heart, I can't contain it. This story can't explain it -
[If the Dear Evan Hansen novel can deadass just copy song lyrics into the novel, I can do this. Incidentally, the Storyteller is also getting what's essentially an AMV set to this song of all the things they've done. Everything they've all gone through.]
A world that sends you reeling from decimated dreams, our misery and hate will kill us all. So paint it black and take it back - I'll shout it loud and clear, defiant to the end I'll sound the call to carry on.
And though I'm dead and gone believe me: my memory will carry on. And though you're broken and defeated, your weary widow marches, on and on we carry through the fears and disappointed faces of your peers. Take a look at me, 'cause I could not care at all.
[The last verse doesn't matter. Well, it matters but Connor's not gonna say it because that's a better place to end a story.]