"OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD." Columbia rolled her eyes, because it was Magenta pacing, for once. "I can't do it. There's like... A million people put there!"

"There are one hundred twenty-eight guests, human." She sighed. "Fifty-five goblins working the party. Around a hundred what-ever-the-fuck Jareth is. And not everyone's eyes are on the bride. On average, six wedding guests look at the groom."

"So that's what... Two hundred seventy-eight people looking at me?" Columbia tapped her foot.

"Two hundred seventy-seven." Magenta started pacing again, and Columbia walked over to Magenta, stood her up, and promptly slapped her. "Oh, honey, I'm sorry. Let's fix your makeup... Wouldn't want a hand print walking down the aisle." She hugged Magenta, who didn't know what to do about the situation at hand, and dragged her to the makeup table. "There! You can't tell at all!"

"Good." Magenta didn't even blink.

"Honey... You're going to be okay. He's going to be at the end of the aisle. You're not going to fall on your arse like you keep thinking!" Magenta laughed. "Now are you ready to go out there and marry the love of your life?"

"Yes?"

"Was that a question or a mission!" Columbia shouted at her friend.

"YES!" Magenta stood up, but Columbia pulled her back down.

"Actually, it's not time now... I can go get you some cake..." Magenta raised her eyebrows.

"I love you... But you're not cutting my cake." Columbia shrugged, running her fingers through her short pink hair.

"I probably shouldn't tell you then..." She crossed her legs the other way. "But your cake was really good. I love chocolate."

"It was red velvet." Columbia licked her teeth.

"Should-a known... Genta and her blood..." Columbia laughed, showing her teeth like a vampire.


"Oh my god. There really are people down there..." Columbia kissed Magenta on the cheek.

"You'll be fine!" Magenta nodded, laughing nervously. "Ambrosia, Chris." They paired up. "Diandra, Paul." They paired up, too. "And Imogene with Justin." They paired up, and Columbia trotted to Magenta. "And me. You wait thirty seconds after I'm gone, and then you go out the door. Okay?" She nodded.

Magenta waited, and smiled once the song song came on, and Columbia stepped out the door.

When I get older losing my hair,

Many years from now,

Will you still be sending me a valentine

Birthday greetings bottle of wine?

If I'd been out till quarter to three

Would you lock the door,

Magenta stepped out, truly a blushing bride, and for a split second, she regretted not getting the black brides maid dresses, instead of the blood red. But the blood red matched her nails, and the single red rose in her bouquet of otherwise white, not to mention the color of her face. You couldn't even tell where her lips were, as her face was the color of her red lipstick!

Will you still need me, will you still feed me,

When I'm sixty-four?

oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oooo

You'll be older too, (ah ah ah ah ah)

And if you say the word,

I could stay with you.

I could be handy mending a fuse

When your lights have gone.

You can knit a sweater by the fireside

Sunday mornings go for a ride.

Doing the garden, digging the weeds,

Who could ask for more?

Will you still need me, will you still feed me,

When I'm sixty-four?

Every summer we can rent a cottage

In the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear

We shall scrimp and save

Grandchildren on your knee

Vera, Chuck, and Dave

Send me a postcard, drop me a line,

Stating point of view.

Indicate precisely what you mean to say

Yours sincerely, Wasting Away.

Give me your answer, fill in a form

Mine for evermore

Will you still need me, will you still feed me,

When I'm sixty-four?

Magenta grinned, her white teeth breaking through her red lips, and she turned to face Jareth.

Whoo!

She laughed to herself as the music ended, and she tried not to dance.


"Wow." Magenta laughed, breathlessly, with her head on Jareth's chest. "Who would of thought. We're married. And a ghost isn't trying to kill me."

"That does seem to happen a lot lately, doesn't it?" She snorted. "Your guests all seem to be enjoying themselves And your mother, talking to the waitstaff. Higgle, mostly."

"Hoggle." Magenta laughed as the goblin walked past them.

"How long do we have to keep dancing for?" Jareth looked at his watch.

"Twenty more minutes, before your grandfather leaves to get piss drunk, and the rest follow." Magenta giggled, her head never leaving his chest.

"See. This is why I married you. You're good with planning." Jareth laughed.

"You know what I've come to love? Your galaxy." Magenta looked up at him.

"Why's that?" He shrugged.

"I've always liked aliens..." Magenta giggled.

"I guess I am an alien... That's weird." She laughed, laying her head back down.

"And the way nothing is to extreme for you guys! I mean, look at that girl over there! She's topless, and she's just wearing a g-string!" Magenta peeped her head up, and quickly walked them off the dance floor.

"That's the king." A look of puzzlement swept over Jareth's face, but it was quickly replaced with joy.

"So delightfully strange." Magenta laughed.

"What's up with you! I can't tell if you're high... Your eyes don't work." She poked under one.

"My eyes work perfectly, love." They sat down, waiting for the other guests. They were all seated, and sat through the boring groomsman speech, and Columbia, the maid of honor, stood up.

"Well, how are we tonight? Who thought we'd be here? I didn't." She laughed. "I haven't known Jareth for that long, but he's looking like a really ace guy. I've known Magenta for a while... And believe me... You've got A LOT to look forward to, mate. She does all kinds of nasty stuff in the bedroom." She winked at Magenta. "But, of course, with her mother here, I should save the mysteries for Jareth to figure out." She giggled, while Magenta blushed. "To the happy couple."

"To the happy couple!" The crowd raised their drinks, and Columbia tapped Magenta on the back.


"May I have this dance?" Magenta smiled at Columbia. "Come on. It'll be fun... I'll let you led."

"You just want to spy on my mother and Jare, don't you?" Columbia nodded sheepishly. "Let's go." They made their way onto the dance floor, and taking turns looking at them, they spun around in a slow circle. "What do you see?"

"They're talking... You can read lips." Columbia spun Magenta around.

"I'm sorry about... Damn, she's not facing me!" Columbia guided them over. "Happy, you're happy, and I'm happy if you two are together... But this is weird for me. The last time we danced, I was in that ball."

"That bitch... I can go dance with Jareth!" Magenta kissed Columbia's cheek, and they broke apart Jareth and Sarah, Magenta taking Sarah.

"So, Mum, what were you guys talking about?" Sarah shrugged.

"Not much." Magenta raised her eyebrows. "Alright! We were just talking about how your relationship is weird."

"No, you were." Sarah was about to speak, but Magenta cut her off. "Jareth would never say anything like that."

"Well, you happen to be right, for once." Magenta rolled her eyes.

"Why are you so opposed to our relationship?" Sarah laughed, almost mocking Magenta.

"Honey, he was hitting on me. When I was fifteen. Now you're twenty something, I'm almost fifty, and he hasn't aged a day." Magenta started to dance in larger steps.

"He's immortal. And willing to make me immortal. Unlike you." Sarah sighed.

"Magenta... I couldn't stay in the Goblin City. Your grandparents would have killed me. Hung me upside down by my toes. Plus, you wouldn't be here." Magenta sighed now.

"But Jareth would have been happy. He wouldn't have to settle for second best." Sarah touched her daughter's face.

"Do you want to know what else he told me? That he's happier with you. You're much nicer. And even with what you went through with that... Weird ghost..." Magenta huffed out a laugh. "You were still nice to him, and didn't skip out on him. That's where I fucked up." Sarah laughed, turning around to look at the clock. "It's almost time for it to be over. I'm going to go request a song." Sarah slipped away to the stage. "Hello everybody! How are we doing? The crowd murmured "Really action packed tonight, huh? Anyway, my song request, to the happy couple." Magenta laughed out loud at the song, and Jareth took her hands.

"Not what I though she would request..." Magenta giggled.

When the earth was still flat,

And clouds made of fire,

And mountains stretched up to the sky,

Sometimes higher,

Folks roamed the earth

Like big rolling kegs.

They had two sets of arms.

They had two sets of legs.

They had two faces peering

Out of one giant head

So they could watch all around them

As they talked; while they read.

And they never knew nothing of love.

It was before the origin of love.

(origin of love)

The origin of love

(origin of love)

Now there was three sexes then,

One that looked like two men

Glued up back to back,

They called the children of the sun.

And similar in shape and girth

Was the children of the earth.

They looked like two girls

Rolled up in one.

And the children of the moon

Looked like a fork shoved on a spoon.

They was part sun, part earth,

Part daughter, part son.

Aaahhh... The origin of love.

Now the gods grew quite scared

Of our strength and defiance

And Thor said,

"I'm gonna kill them all

With my hammer,

Like I killed the giants."

But Zeus said, "No,

You better let me

Use my lightning, like scissors,

Like I cut the legs off the whales,

Dinosaurs into lizards."

And then he grabbed up some bolts

He let out a laugh,

Said, "I'll split them right down the middle.

Gonna cut them right up in half."

And then storm clouds gathered above

Into great balls of fire

They didn't really know what to do about the tempo change, so they kept dancing in the simple square formation they were.

And then fire shot down

From the sky in bolts

Like shining blades

Of a knife.

And it ripped

Right through the flesh

Of the children of the sun

And the moon

And the earth.

And some Indian god

Sewed the wound up to a hole,

Pulled it round to our belly

To remind us the price we pay.

And Osiris and the gods of the Nile

Gathered up a big storm

To blow a hurricane,

To scatter us away,

In a flood of wind and rain,

A sea of tidal waves,

To wash us all away,

And if we don't behave

They'll cut us down again

And we'll be hopping around on one foot,

Looking through one eye.

Magenta laughed as it slowed down, and was more comfortable to dance to.

The last time I saw you

We'd just split in two.

You was looking at me.

I was looking at you.

You had a way so familiar,

But I could not recognize,

Cause you had blood on your face;

I had blood in my eyes.

But I could swear by your expression

That the pain down in your soul

Was the same as the one down in mine.

That's the pain,

That cuts a straight line

Down through the heart;

We called it love.

We wrapped our arms around each other,

Tried to shove ourselves back together.

We was making love,

Making love.

It was a cold dark evening,

Such a long time ago,

When by the mighty hand of Jove,

It was a sad story

How we became

Lonely two-legged creatures,

The story

The origin of love.

That's the origin of love.

Oh yeah.

The origin of love.

The origin of love.

The origin of love.

"That was the most awkward last dance ever." Jareth kissed Magenta, and she broke the kiss by having to laugh at the clapping.