Body Author: Christy

Title: "But Only In Dreams Can Man Truly Be Free" (1/1)

Disclaimer:The Argentinean is Baz's, I just borrowed him to play with

Rating: G

Archive: Anywhere, just let me know, my ego likes the boast

Feedback: Bring It On!

It was shaping up to be a good day. They had managed to practice three scenes in a row without him falling asleep. Christian seemed pleased with his progress in those moments when he ripped his eyes off of Satine to pay attention to his other lead actor. The Argentinean would normally have been insulted by this treatment but even he knew love was stronger then art. As Christian had said, "All You Need Is L..." And then it happened as it happened every time. One moment he was part of the waking world and the next everything faded until he was in his private slumbering universe. Sometimes this would only last a few moments but other times he would sleep for as long as an hour. It was during the long periods that he would dream.

He was home in Argentina. He was young and devoid of the wanderlust that would later cause him to trek to Europe. Buenos Aires was alive with an air of passion and even in empty rooms the air sounded musical. The haze that hung over the city left its inhabitants glowing with an aura of intensity and sensuality. This was not a bohemian revolution, this was a revolution of the body and their battle cry was not spoken, it was danced. And no one danced better them him. The world became the music, his body and his partner and that world crackled and shimmered. The more uptight townspeople claimed his tango dancing was his way of taking advantage of young women but what they never understood was when he danced he made love , not to the woman in his arms, but to the music. It filled him and guided him and he was it's eternal slave. On his last night in Buenos Aires he hadn't sat down once. He savored the first few dances, keeping a steady and elegant pace, but as the night wore on he became possessed by the beat of the music. His feet stamped louder, his moves became sharper and faster, he could see nothing, only hear and feel. In his dreams he danced like that. He would sweep across the empty floor, his partner nothing more then a tender haze in his arms. He was alive in those dreams, and in some strange way, very awake. He could feel the music as if it was really playing. Only right now it sounded like one of Satie's tunes and the hand on his face was rough and not that of a woman's.

"Amigo, wake up, the Duke is getting quite frustrated with you and frankly so am I."

He opened his eyes to see Zidler standing over him looking angry with Satine behind him , that mysterious smile of hers playing on her lips. She walked over to him and helped him up off the floor.

"Are you ready to continue the scene?"

"Of course."

He brushed himself off and assumed the stance of a penniless sitar player but his head was filled with the sounds of tango music.