Rachel brought the Buffy musical to Sci-Fi Club today. A brief synopsis:

Rachel: Okay, this is the second of two sci-fi musicals--
Me: What's the first?
Rachel: Little Shop of Horrors.
Me: I knew that. Can I write the third?
Rachel: Be my guest.

Burkhead: What happened to Oz?
Someone: He left to face his werewolf side, but then he ((she goes on for about 20 seconds)).
Aurelia: Or in other words, his contract ran out.

[People sing and dance]
Me: Dude, I would so live there.

Me: Good gods, look at those cheekbones! You could build bookshelves on them!

Marcelina: He's not even British! He just wishes he could be British!
Me: And his eyebrows are a different color from his hair!
Burkhead: He looks like Draco Malfoy.
Me: And he can't sing.
Marcelina: Yeah! He can't sing, AND he's not British, so there's no forgiving him.
Me: Loser.


Conclusion: I would definitely live in a world where people spontaneously burst into song and dance. I'd just make sure I constantly surrounded myself with people that can sing, because otherwise it could be unpleasant. And I will always think of Michelle Trachtenberg as Harriet the Spy.