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.