Imma just be updating this for each week

Day 1-Favourite Musical

Hamilton
I've only watched a few musicals so far and Hamilton's still my favourite. I dunno why.
(Update: I think it's a tie between Hamilton and Six but I already drew it so...)

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I think this is the most Hamilton-y moment in Hamilton.
The drawing sucks. I know
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Day 2-Favourite Musical Character

Anne Boleyn
It was honestly a close tie between Eliza and Anne, but after looking at chibi drawings of Anne, I could not resist. I mean, look at this:

Anyway, here is the actual drawing:

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There's actually a story behind this. So I started learning guitar a few days ago and it hurts so fucking much, and I expressed my loathing of it through Anne who looks ready to throw the guitar away. The thing is that I play "Among Us" after I learned a new chord to 'relax my fingers' then I kinda get some motivation again.
So there's Anne ready to throw the guitar away but then the "Among Us" character is encouraging here to continue playing.
I dunno. That probably didn't make any sense. Oh well
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Day 3-Favourite Musical Number

Story of Tonight
I know that this is no epic musical number but I just really love this song and how it's done, especially the piano and canon at the end, alright?

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I majorly failed in the anatomy here :')
I also ran out of ink so I'm gon be falling really behind
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Day 4-Duet

Loathing
Loathing is a duet for me. Deal with it.

I finally got some inking materials for this. I was too excited. The moment I had received them, I quickly got to work on this, shading and inking before I could take a picture of the sketch :')
Also, the only one available was 0.05 so I had to pay a little more attention to detail which my stupid ass did not like. I tried crosshatching and dotting with it. I obviously failed :')
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Day 5-OTP

Gelphie
Gelphie isn't really my ultimate OTP in musical theatre but I promised myself that I would not overboard Theatretober with Hamilton, so here it is.

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The damn shadow messed it up. To be honest, my entire shading here was messed up anyway.
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Day 6-Angst

Six
I decided to use Six for this. Except for Cleves. She's kinda just there. I can't really draw angst

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I ended up practicing my perspectives. I kinda liked how back-view Parr turned out.
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Day 7-Least Favourite Musical

Amélie

May someone please remind me to take a picture of the sketch first? Also, I ended up doing that scene. The anatomy is very problematic but let's just ignore that and instead look ay the epic shading I did for the skirt.

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So I decided to do a oneshot every week. That would mean every 7th prompt. The 7th prompt just happened to be my least favourite musical. My least favourite musical just happened to be Amélie. So I will be writing a oneshot for it.
Next prompt seems easier to do though.
Don't get me wrong. Amélie is still great, but it's kinda not much compared to Hamilton, Six or Wicked or Mean Girls or Book of Mormon, which are the musicals I watched so far.
This was really lazy lmao
Straight stuff: IDFK what you want so I'll just do whatever
Gay stuff: A'ight, let's make everything deep
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     They say times are hard for dreamers, and maybe they were for Amélie. From moving to Paris and working at her cafe then finding a box which belonged to the previous owner of her apartment, life had definitely not been quiet. One person had managed to help her with that though, or at least as much as he could.

   Nico was, in many ways, someone she loved. She had to admit though that maybe they had hit up a bit too quickly at first. They had spent a while calming down and getting to know each other as friends, but for once, she could not wait and wanted to rush to a relationship already.

It was a good idea. They actually clicked quite quickly for people who were just hanging out with each other for a few months. Life was not quiet, but Nico had managed to help her with that, or at least as much as he could. If she were being honest, he had only made it a little noisier.

She was not going to complain much though. Nico had suceeded in where she had not: living a better social life, and he had helped her live a better social life as well. She also helped him with his passion for photography. Now, they had moved into an apartment together with two seperate rooms.

While she was way more open with being a relationship now, she felt like she was not quite ready for anything too big yet. She was now sitting in front of her window where there was a view of other windows. Her own museum full of paintings she looked through.

   The winter sun was shining high in the sky. There was snow everywhere. There must have been a heavy snow fall last night when she practically collapsed on her bed. Everything outside was coated in white. There was no snow falling form the sky as of the moment.

Amélie basked in the winter sunlight, wearing her warm fuzzy woolen winter sweater which was the colour of the poinsettia. It was silent except for the occassional Christmas song being sung by someone, and it was always a wild card. No one knew if it would be from a good singer or not.

   There were children playing in the snow and laughing. The sound of laughter rang in her ears like a delightful little melody. It was the day before Christmas. The twenty-fourth of Demcember. She liked Christmas. She was not really a huge fanatic of it and pretty impartial to it, but it was nice.

There was a knock on her room's door which caught her attention and she clumsily stoof up, knocking down a mini Christmas tree she had in her room, but she placed it back up with some struggle as she also knocked down the bedside table. She managed to place everything back in place though.

   "Hey, Amélie," Nico said when she opened the door, flashing her a smile and giving her a quick peck on the cheek. Amélie greeted him back as she walked towards their living room where the winter sun was still shining quite brightly and the walls were full of pictures.

"Are you planning for us to go anywhere today?" Amélie asked as she moved over to sit on a couch and he sat down next to her. They spent a few minutes like that, soaking in the warmth of each other and the couch, still quite groggy from waking up.

   "Actually, I was..." Nico said, offering her a mysterious smile. Amélie took a deep breath and leaned back. She liked life here. It was great. Not exactly amazing, but she had gotten far enough for her. She did not have the best life, but this would be enough.

"We're going to a cafe. No, not your cafe, but I think you'd also like this one," Nico said as he stood up and began dressing for the weather outside. Amélie stood up as well and added another layer on top and some earmuffs. They walked to through the apartment hallway with rooms left and right and then down the stairs, arriving at the first floor, then stepped out the door.

   Nico had said that the cafe was near and walking distance so they started walking on the icy sidewalk, both of them slipping and falling on their butt once or twice. They had managed to arrive at the cafe in one piece though and just had sore buttocks, so it was fine.

Before they were able to walk a few paces into the cafe though, the manager behind the counter was immediately screaming and ordering them out. She had beautiful straight black hair that cascaded down her back with two space buns and eyes that shown like stars. Yeah, she was probably very bisexual.

   "I'm so sorry about Anne. We're actually closed today. The sign outside said so..." another woman said with brown skin and curly hair that framed her entire face perfectly. Amélie's eyes widened as she exchanged a look with Nico. They had not paid attention to the sign outside.

"Oh. Uh... Well! We'll just be heading out then..." Nico said, quickly ushering Amélie out of the cafe. She quickly obliged but rolled her eyes at their stupidity as well. The whole thing was quite awkward and she was glad she was out of it. So maybe she was still not the best when it came to social interactions...

"Well, screw that. That completely destroyed my plan," Nico said, scratching the back of his head as he looked back at her. They were standing in the sidewalk quite lamely now with nowhere else to go. Amélie looked around as she wondered what they could do. She spied a little girl walking with her father.

   "I want to go and see my father," Amélie suddenly stated. Her eyes widened, quite surprising herself as well, but she was not going to complain. She had to admit she did want to see her father. They had grew apart as the time passed and she had been working on building up their relationship again.

   "Alright... Alright! Let's go!" Nico anounced, grabbing her had and dragging her to the train station. She did not know if he even had money on him, but she had at least fifty euro with her, which she had no idea how she had it, but it could definitely buy them a train ticket.

They went into the station, bought their tickets, and boarded the train. Amélie sat next to the window, her fingers tracing. So many towns she'd never heard of racing past. She remembered when she had boarded a train to Paris and moved into an apartment completely on her own for the first time. It had been years now.

   Off the train they went and made their way to Raphael Poulain's house. They were walking towards the house but as Amélie got closer, she had realised that someone else was there. Suzanne, the owner of the cafe she worked at. Her eyes widened as she froze where she was.

   "Hey, Amélie? What's wrong?" Nico asked as he saw the woman beside him freeze. Amélie gave a small laugh as she shook her head and looked at him. She tilted her head towards the house. He looked back at her blankly. She sighed and pointed to the window where there were vague silhouettes.

"Maybe we should come back tomorrow on Christmas. Père seems busy. Come on!" Amélie said with a smile as she grabbed his hand again and they ran back towards the station. Around two euros wasted, she thought, but maybe it was worth it seeing her father, even if it was from a window. She had a lot of experience looking out windows, for sure.

They went into the station and bought more tickets which caused her losing a few more euros but she did not really mind. She sat beside the window again, smiling as they raced past the winter landscape, with the snow slowly falling from the sky. They finally arrived at the station in Paris.

   "So what should we do?" Amélie asked as they stepped out of the station into the cool winter air with snow falling everywhere. They stood awkwardly on the sidewalk again before they just decided to screw it and begin walking. They would find where to go eventually.

   "Back to the apartme—Ah!" Nico screamed in such a high-pitched voice as he slipped and fell down on his butt. Amélie started snickering, not really bothering to help him out and smiled politely as he tried to pick himself back up again, slipping two more times.

Nico glared at Amélie as she agreed to go back to the apartment because they were two people who have no idea to do in their lives and they both agreed that slacking off and maybe sleeping as they watched the television would suffice for Christmas Eve, and so they began their walk back to their apartment, slipping one or two more times on the icy sidewalk.

They finally arrived and climbed up to the second floor. She had to rummage through her pockets for the keys for at least five minutes but she had finally managed and so inserted it into the keyhole and turned it, opening the door out wide revealing their apartment which was quite untidy.

   Just the moment she had tried to turn on the lights, it went out again. Amélie groaned as shouting started to fill the halls. A few were quite priveleged and probably would not even be living in an apartment and they shouted about how the tv had just turned off during their favourite show. The less fortunate like them were quite used to it, but were as equally frustrated, if not more.

   "What happened?" Nico asked their neighbour who was a man with wild curly short black hair tied up in a high ponytail who was also poking his head out the door to see what had happened. There was still light coming out from windows though, so it was not too dark, but it was gradually getting colder. Amélie shivered and wrapped her jacket tighter around herself.

"Hey! Checked things out and apparently Lexi and Jack blew the fuse box for some reason," a dark-skinned man said as he approached the other man who shook his head and they both disappeared behind the door again. Amélie exchanged a look with Nico, wondering whay they would do now.

"We could always use candles," Nico said, shrugging as they both entered their apartment again, closing the door. It did not get unbearably cold which was good, but it was getting darker now, and the temperature would definitely begin dropping.

   "Alright. Candles. Do we have candles?" Amélie said, marching over to her room before realising that her room most probably did not have candles and she had no idea where candles were. She had no idea if they even had candles. She stopped and them turned around to face Nico.

   "I think I have some scented candles in my room," Nico said, marching to his room. Amélie nodded as she sat down on their couch which was half-facing the tv and half-facing the window. She sat at the side that faced the window more. She liked the window. Every time she would look out of it, it was beautiful.

"Here! The only thing is that — we don't have matches," Nico said, coming out of his room with a few candles in his arms. Amélie pursed her lips, hoping that he would not drop them, but the moment the thought formed in her head, he had just dropped a candle. Worse, it was in a glass container so there was glass splattered on the floor now, but it had fortunately not hurt anyone.

"I have some matches in my room. I'll go get them while you clean this up," Amélie said, standing up as she walked in her room and opened her drawer. Probably not the best place to keep matches, but she did not really care. She grabbed the matches and walked back out of her room.

   They lit up some candles that smelled like strawberries and grabbed one big fuzzy winter blanket which she may or may not have totally hogged from him as they settled down on the couch and began watching whatever the heck was on the television.

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     "Merry Christmas."

     Amélie opened her eyes and the first thing she saw was the window. She smiled. The winter sun was bright and there was only a gentle snow falling outside. It looked beautiful outside, completely covered in snow. People were now singing Christmas songs as loudly and terribly as they could.

Children were laughing as they played though, so that was nice. They also had no idea at all of the future problems they woukd encounter in their later life and just enjoying their youth. She sometimes wished she had been raised like a normal child. Her parents were way too busy to spend any time with her.

The one time she got to see her dad for a long while was during a monthly appointment. Her father never really seemed like a father to her. Doctor was a more appropriate word, she supposed, though a bad doctor, immediately diagnosing her for a heart illness.

   That was the start of her social awkwardness. She was home-schooled for the rest of her childhood and was not really allowed near other people that much. The death of her mother then came and things had only gradually gotten worse. She was glad that the children playing outside probably did not have to deal with anything like that.

The electrical problem had also seemed to be fixed. It was quite warm now, if she were being honest. She liked the temperature, especially being wrapped in her warm fuzzy winter blanket, but she knew she could not stay like that forever and unwrapped herself from it.

   Amélie realised that she was also still wearing her winter jacket from yesterday and removed it, leaving her with two layers, so it was still fine. It had gottan much colder without her winter jacket, but not unbearably cold. It was still a little warm. She dropped her jacket on the couch, telling herself that she would clean it up later.

   She smelled the sweet aroma of butter wafting out of the kitchen and knew that Nico was cooking something, most likely waffles. She knew that they were both really terrible at cooking and knew it was probably a bad idea to let any of them cook. She quickly made her way to the kitchen, suspicions confirmed.

   "Hey!" Nico said a bit too cheerfully as a smell of something burnt wafted through the air. He was standing with an apron on him, but she doubted it was useful considering flour managed to get all over him anyway. He was standing in front of their dinner table which had two plates with waffles on them.

It did not smell too burnt, so that was good. The waffles themselves did not honestly look that bad, just a little browner than it was supposed to be. She gave a smile that said they were both hopeless at cooking and then sat down then they began to eat their breakfast.

They were now on the couch snuggling and Amélie decided this was a good time to break down. Tears began to pool at her eyes and then she finally let them fall as snot began to fill her nose. She always ugly-cried no matter what. Her body was racked with each sob.

   "Why? What's wrong?" Nico asked as he watched helplessly at the woman who was continuing to ugly-cry on tbe couch, getting snot everywhere, and he was not even discreet when he made a disgusted face, but he just decided to clean it all up later for the heck of it.

    "Sorry... It's just that... Noël... It had always been one of my mère's favourite days... She had been quite religious... I miss her so much... I wanna see her again..." Amélie said as she continued to sob, wiping her tears and snot with her shirt, knowing full well her germaphobe father would not approve of that, and she felt guilty. It was only her and her father when her mother had died.

"I really miss her... And then we would do all these things on Noël... I also miss doing those with her... One last time... But I know I can't have that... I really just miss her..." she said, finally standing up to go to her room and change from her wet shirt, grabbing some tissue and wiping the rest of her tears and snot as well while she was at it.

"What do you do with your mère on Noël?" Nico asked when she had finally reappeared from her room and sat back down on the couch. So she had began to list off everything that she had ever done with her mère on the holiday, sobbing more with each word, but she had some tissues now. The only issue was that they were all littering the floor.

    "Well, listen up, because I'm going to make this your best Noël ever!" he exclaimed. She looked up and it was only then she realised that he was holding his phone is his hand and typing frantically. She could only guess what. She wiped her last tears and snots with one more tissue and threw it on the floor as well.

   Without any warning, he grabbed Amélie's hand and began to drag her out the door, pausing only long enough for them to get their coats, then he dragged her down the apartment stairs and out into the cool Noël morning. They travelled, slipping on the ice on the sidewalk at least ten times, until they had arrived at Notre Dame.

"This is the last place we were together when mère died... Well, this is the place where mère died, but still..." she said wide-eyed as she stared at the cathedral, starting to ugly-cry. He was prepared for it though and brought out a tissue which she used completely within five seconds.

"There's a Mass happening right now. Wanna go?" Nico asked, turning to face her with an awkward smile. She nodded whilst crying and he wondered for a second how they could enter but then supposed that no one would really notice them and dragged her inside, the choir's singing filling the air.

    The Mass ended and the rushed out of the cathedral again. It was snowing lightly now and there were more people in the streets. The chatter and excitement for Noël was everywhere. The air was cold but the atmosphere all around was war, vibrant and cheery. She smiled. She liked it.

   "Let's go to this Italian place I know for a quick Noël lunch," Nico suddenly piped up. She rolled her eyes but let him grab her hand and lead their way, and so they set off, walking through the snow and landing on their buttocks painfully three times or so, getting up quickly.

"Nico, we're in la France and you want to go somewhere Italian?" she asked, rolling her eyes with a laugh as they continued on their way. They had slipped a few more times but it was fine. The snow was falling lightly around them and she knew it may make walking harder later, but she did not really care about it.

   "All fancy places are apparently l' italien," Nico replied as they continued walking. Children were laughing as they played in the snow and he was glad that none of them had slipped yet. Slipping on ice hurt. It was cold and they relished it. There were Noël decorations everywhere they turned their heads.

   "Nico, France is éleveur de chiens compared to Italy," she replied with a laugh and shook her head. She could still feel the tears on her face which the cold winter air had helped dry. It was amazing, seeing Notre Dame again, but it made her heart quite heavy knowing that was where her mère had died.

      They had finally arrived at the Italian place and had a quick Noël lunch. Nico announced that he had planned for them to go to church service as well but before they could start walking back towards Notre Dame or literally any church or cathedral, Amélie spoke up.

    Shed decided then that it was her turn to surprise him by setting up a Noël photo booth. She dragged him to the train station where they had first met. She had set up a photo booth that was Noël-themed. He practically broke down — exactly like Amélie when she saw Notre Dame — and it had lead to a lot of teasing.

   They went back home and snuggled while watching a Christmas movie then slept. The next day, they woke up with steaming hot fevers and none of them seemed to know what to do but then Nico managed to tend to the both of them and they spent the next day attempting to bake something for themselves but failing and yea.