By: Alli
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Just a funny little thing I decided to write about one of the stars of the 'Like a Virgin' scene. It's not too long so don't be disappointed.
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All that work and I didn't even get paid?
That Zidler guy sure is cheap. He hires fifty of us to dance around with him and we don't even get paid!
But why? It's me that did all the work. Do you think it was easy to be able to kick that high? I'm a guy, for cripes sake! That Can-Can took years of my time to learn.
And that boob shaped jello wasn't exactly fun. After hours of finding the right colors and just about hundreds of tries to get the shapes just right, I had made one boob jello platter. But that did cost me a lot more than I would have liked it to. I had to pay Nini to model for us. That is one stubborn bitch!
The Duke is without a doubt the worst dancer and singer I have ever seen in my entire life. He is so stiff and rat-like.
He had a big hole in the back of his pants.
He also wet the bed.
He threw up a few times too. He just isn't man enough to spin around on a bed.
I am. But no one notices me. My perfect, high pitched, girl-like voice that blends in perfectly with forty-nine others is almost impossible to recognize on its own. If it weren't for my dancing ability, I would have never gotten the part.
I auditioned to be in the Moulin Rouge. I am proud to say that I tried on a can-can skirt and tights and kicked and danced and giggled. Everyone said I was too manly for the job. When had I ever been manly before? I wear makeup on a regular basis! I wear pink frilly underwear! I am very feminine. I guess it was my flat chest that ruined it. I knew I should have gone for those implants when I had the chance.
But Zidler was a nice tub of lard **cough** I mean man. He felt sorry for me, so I got to be a dancing waiter. Whoopdi doo (unenthusiastic).
Why did the Duke have to grab Zidler's invisible breasts? I wanted him to grab mine. I guess that working with forty-nine other men has made me aware of how incredibly hot the Duke is.
But what would he see in me? I'm just some nameless dancing waiter who no one cares about. But I do have a name!
It's Lawrence.
But no one cares. That's why I want to leave the Moulin Rouge.
One day, I'll get my boob implants. Maybe with that jello I made…
One day I'll come back and re-audition for the Moulin Rouge. Harold Zidler won't even recognize me! I do hope the Duke will wait for me. It is the image of his smiling face that keeps me going. I hope he will learn to sing, dance and love me for who I really am.
A dancing waiter!
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