It's my party

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Beta: Rotkaeppchen ( German –Version)

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A.N.: This is the result of What-You-Shouldn't-Do-In –A-Seminar-Or-A-Lecture .

Song: "It's my party", from the 60ties not the coverversion.

It's my party

Perfect. The last balloon is in its place, the last bowl with crackers stands in its place on the table and the stereo is ready. My birthday party can start.

I would be lying if I said I wasn't nervous. Yes, I know, I'm rarely nervous, but today is a special day to me. Not only is it my birthday, but also the day I will tell him my love.

Ach,he is so cute. Big, cobalt-blue eyes, golden blond hair that sparkles in the sunlight… ach, you really can get dreamy.

I'm talking of no one else than the German football emperor Karl-Heinz Schneider. And today I, Elle-Sid Pierre, will tell him my love.

I have already pictured it in the brightest colors:

After a while, when we are alone on the balcony, I will tell him and after that… let's say, the imagination was enough to give me some really wet dreams (and still does, but that doesn't matter now).

But enough of that, my first guests are here and I want to be a good host.

The party doesn't go the way I want it.

Oh, they all have fun and that, except me.

Yes, I danced once with him, but that was it.

Hello, it's my birthday, I'm the star of the evening, the whole world should turn around me tonight and Karl-Heinz should only look at me. But what is happening?

He prefers to dance five times –FIVE TIMES- with Napoleon instead of me. What is going on? What does he have, that I don't? I'm looking better than him, am the better football player and I'm a present to mankind, so why Napoleon and not me? But probably that's the reason? Karl-Heinz thinks, I'M unreachable because of my divinity.

Aww, how cute. He is shy and he wants to get me jealous, so that I make the first move.

Ok, are we doing him the favor.

Where is Karl-Heinz? Damnit, I have lost him. But alright, I ask someone.

What does that mean: I don't know where he is, but I last saw him going to the garden with Napoleon?

Why does Napoleon go to the garden with _MY_ Karl-Heinz? What is he thinking? Karl-Heinz Schneider belongs to me. Me! And I will tell Napoleon exactly that. Right now.

I already have gone outside to rescue my little Karl-Heinz, because Napoleon is capable of doing anything to him.

But before I can do that, my eyes discover a scene, which makes my heartbeat stop for a tact.

Napoleon and Karl-Heinz are coming back through the garden door, smiling happily, like a general with his emperor.

And what does my tear-filled eyes have to see?

Yes, Karl-Heinz wears Napoleon's team jacket. It can't be more obvious.

I want to cry. What a horrible birthday.

Leave me all alone. I hate you all and especially you, Luis Napoleon. I make your live a living hell in the All-France-National Team. You can bet on that.

I won't forgive you for taking my Karl-Heinz away from me. Never. Never. Never

The End