Erm, what? Enjolras?

Because the whole Les Miz-slash-Paris 1832 summer memory can't stop lingering through me, I took a test which Franke-slash-Gavroche tagged me in. Clicked. Read. Answered. Got? Enjolras-slash-Brandon. And since I know Brandon (Yeung) don't come here often (or did he ever? That, I don't know.), allow me to share a few stories about him. 'Cause there's only about 1:50 ratio you'll connect with what I'll be talking of in the next few lines - that, I'm pretty sure of.

It all started one summertime of 2010 when twenty-something talented people joined forces and decided to make their summer a blast. It doesn't happen often, but I'm glad it did. Their awesome all-in-one premiere acting coach we hide by the name of Ana Abad Santos, thought of putting together a Les Miserables-esque musicale as their big showcase. You see, apart from the truth that nobody - ever - talked about how heartthrob Brandon was in the group (fairly because the lovely ladies are keeping the tradition of being modern day Maria Claras aside from the fact that Les Miz is French-born), allow me to once and for all break the silence and let the quiz result speak the whole of this post.

Enjolras' character is among the barricade men (from the Barricade Scene, 'Do You Hear the People Sing?', 'One Day More') whose struggle is to achieve the goal of their Revolution. He is the noble leader among the pack. The one whose first and sole love is Patria, the country. Therefore knowing that, we see his superb devotion to that great cause. Digging facts during lull times of rehearsals, we later on knew that Enjolras did not have any romantic relation to anyone; by anyone we pertain to anyhuman. With this in mind, all the reaction I mustered after getting the result was WHAAAT?! N to the O! Sure, a man who is truly devoted to a truly noble cause is admirable and in the simplest terms, awesome. But if it's all he could ever love, then what's the point. God made man to be a helpmate for a woman. Stress on the words: for-a-woman. So quiz, please don't  tell me that Enjolras is the ideal guy for me. Because I sure can't live with it. *pun intended* Whatever happened to Combeferre, Courfeyrac, Feuille...