"Yes." Kristoff breathed out as a Spanish salsa began to play. As Anna held out her hand pulling Kristoff out onto the dance floor as they began dancing. He couldn't help but stare at her, that long flowing strawberry-blonde hair that was no longer pinned back, that slender waist, and those amazing hips and legs.
"It's seems to be going well." Phoebus spoke up, finally stealing a moment away from both Esmeralda and Mulan.
"Yes, so it seems." Mickey watched Kristoff and Anna dancing, though Kristoff seemed a bit timid.
"I told you he's a genius!" Wiggins jumped for joy.
"So wonderful of you to take an interest in our little show." Anna began talking to Kristoff as she spun out.
"It's all very exciding, I'd be delighted to be involved." Kristoff said politely.
"Really?" She asked, rather surprised.
"I assume you like what I do of course?" Kristoff asked
"I'm sure I will." Anna smiled at him suggestively.
"Wiggins thought we'd be able to . . . do it in private?" Kristoff asked as they continued dancing.
"Oh did he?" Anna asked, rather surprised at how upfront he was being.
"Yes, in private . . . (he dips her) poetry reading." He lifted her back up to him, as their faces were just inches apart.
"Ohhhh." Anna seemed to picking up on his subtle hints, though unbeknownst to them, they were thinking of two entire different things. She thought he was talking about sex, whereas he thought she was talking about actual poetry in order for him to introduce the idea of Spectacular Spectacular, seeing if she'd be interested to be in the play, the star of it actually.
"Oh I do love poetry after supper." Anna said seductively, Kristoff felt a chill run down his spine, never had the word poetry sounded so sexy before. She began giggling and making catcalls, as she said,
"Hang on to your hats," as she ran back towards her swing.
"Diamonds~" Anna sang out again as she held onto her swing as she was slowly being lifted into the air.
"Diamonds are a girl's best friend.~" She tilted her head back as her strawberry-blonde hair swung out loosely as the swing began to lift her up into the air.
"But square-cut or pear-shaped. These rocks won't lose their shape." She leaned back, creating a swinging motion.
"Diamonds are a girl's . . .~" Anna continued on.
"Best~" she lost her breath, feeling faint.
"Noooo!" Oaken cried out as Anna began falling toward the floor as a tall dark handsome man called La Chocolat (Naveen) managed to catch her. He quickly took her back to be looked after. Oaken distracted the crowd as Naveen rushed Anna back to see a doctor Grand Pabbie.
"I doubt the Duke will get his money's worth tonight." Esmeralda said to Mulan and the Queen of Hearts as Anna was carried before them.
"Don't be unkind Esmeralda." The Queen of Hearts scolded her.
"You frightened her away." Oaken began, still making an attempt to distract the crowd of men calling out for Anna.
"But I can see some lonely Moulin Rouge dancers looking for a partner or two." Then the orchestra began playing as the men cheered.
"Out of my way!" Suddenly Gerda appeared at Anna's side as she brought some strong smelling ointment to wake Anna up. As Anna's bright turquoise-blue eyes flickered open, Anna began huffing and puffing.
"Oh Gerda. Oh these silly costumes." Anna giggled as she had a hard time getting out what she was trying to say, still trying to catch her breath.
"Just a fainting spell." Gerda whispers to Anna as she tries to comfort her, whilst Oaken has the girls go back out to entertain the men. Naveen was also forced to go back out and entertain the crowd, though he was deeply worried about his friend.
"Nothing to worry about." Gerda continued to comfort Anna as Oaken looked over his shoulder at her, feeling somewhat worried, but ended up brushing it off in the end. Though once he leaves, Anna begins coughing, drifting off again as she fainted yet again, though when Gerda held a white handkerchief up to Anna's dark red lips, small drops of blood landed on the handkerchief as a worried look appeared on her round face as Anna's face turned pale.
"Find Oaken. The girl's waiting for me." Hans spoke to his right hand man, Gaston.
"That twinkle-toes Duke took the bait, girl." Gerda spoke as she tightened Anna's dark red dress. It had a silk satin bodice lined with black polyester and fastened with lacing down the back. The neckline was rather low with a center "V" cut and a low rounded back. Her matching red satin skirt was also lined with black polyester and satin to which it fastened. The A-lined skirt had seven panels with the back ones much longer thank the front, creating a train at the back center having the effect of a bustle. She also had full arm length gloves made of black nylon and silk.
"A patron like him, you could be the next Sarah Berndardt." Gerda smiled as Anna put more rouge on her cheeks.
"Do you really think I could be like the great Sarah?" Anna asked surprised.
"Why not? You got the talent." Gerda confirmed.
"You hook that Duke and you'll be lighting the great stages of Europe." Gerda struggled to get out as she finished tying Anna's dress.
"I'll be a real actress, Gerda. A great actress." Anna said.
"I'm gonna fly away from here. I'm gonna fly, fly away." Anna whispered out as she looked out the window, the sky now pitch black as small diamonds lit up the night sky.
"Duckling, are you all right?" Oaken came running over to see Anna.
"Of course, Oaken." Anna turned to him, inhaling slightly as she felt a twinge of guilt for wishing to no longer live there at the Moulin Rouge.
"Thank goodness!" Oaken breathed a sigh of relief.
"You certainly weaved your magic with that Duke on the dance floor." Oaken smiled at her.
"How do I look?" Anna made a sexy pose as she had one black-gloved hand behind her head and the other at her hip.
"Smoldering temptress?" She asked seductively as Oaken gasped.
"My little strawberry . . . how could he possibly resist gobbling you up?" Oaken asked as he ran towards his star courtesan with arms wide open as she began giggling.
"Everything's going so well!" Oaken cheered as Anna began cheering as well.
"Unbelievable! Straight to the elephant." Wiggins cheered as he spotted Kristoff awaiting Anna in her boudoir. His back towards the door as he looked out her large window down at the people below, his hands shaking and his breathing uneven as he suddenly heard a familiar voice.
"This is a wonderful place for a poetry reading. Don't you think?" Anna asked as Kristoff's breath got caught in his throat as he turned to see Anna, who shed off her red dress and was now wearing something more comfortable. A black bodice that had pointed ends above her breasts with gold buttons down the center, black panties with a suspender belt, black stockings with lace at the top, black heels, a black robe that was made of a clear fabric and lace trim.
"Poetic enough for you?" Anna asked as she struck a pose.
"A litter supper? Maybe some champagne?" She walked up to her teacart and picked up a bottle of iced champagne.
"I'd rather just . . . get it over and done with." Kristoff said rather nervously as he tried to focus, but he couldn't stop watching her strut around in that getup. Her hair in a loose wave, her lips still red as a rose, her cheeks flushed looking, and her legs so long.
"Very well. Then why don't you. . . come down here? Let's get it over and done with." Anna patted the bed after she walked over to it and patted down the empty seat next to her.
"I prefer to do it standing." Kristoff stated. Anna appeared to be somewhat shocked as she stood and began walking over him.
"You don't have to stand." Kristoff waved his hands in protest as Anna looked at him questionably.
"Sometimes it's . . . it's quite long, and I'd like you to be comfortable." Kristoff gestured for her to sit down on the bed.
"What I do is quite modern. It may feel strange . . . at first, but if you're open, you might enjoy it." Kristoff looked at her honestly, hoping she would like his poetry. Though once again, they were thinking of two totally different kinds of poetry.
"I'm sure I will." Anna smiled seductively as she winked at him, making a sexy pose.
"Excuse me. The sky . . . they sky . . . the bluebirds. . ." Kristoff stammered out nervously.
"Come on. Come on." Anna threw her head back as her hand glided over her neck in a sensual way.
"Ah! I think." Kristoff tried to go on, but his hands were shaking.
"There might be some shaking." Anna
"Is everything ok?" She looked at him with a raised brow, appearing a bit concerned.
"I'm a little nervous. Sometimes it takes a while for. . . inspiration to come." Kristoff stuttered.
"Oh, yes, yes. Let Mummy help." Anna strutted over to Kristoff as she cupped his groin as Kristoff gasped, his face flushing.
"Does that inspire you?" Anna asked seductively as she threw Kristoff onto the bed.
"Let's make love." She then jumped on top of him.
"Make love?" Kristoff asked in confusion.
"You want to, don't you?" Anna's hands began to roam over Kristoff's body.
"Tell the truth. Can't you feel the poetry?" Anna began unbuttoning his shirt as her hips moved slightly. Kristoff watched her hands as he became more nervous and stuttering.
"Come on! Feel it." Anna begged.
"Free the tiger!" She began purring and growling as she continued to undress him.
"Big boy!" She said as her hips moved as Kristoff moaned.
"He's got a huge talent!" Wiggins said as he looked through the window, being tied to a rope as Mickey and Phoebus held him up.
"I need your poetry now!" Anna said as she reached for his pants.
"All right!" Kristoff jumped off the bed and crawled away until he was able to stand.
"It's a little bit funny. . . this feeling inside. I'm not one of those who can easily hide. Is that ok? Is this what you want?" Kristoff tried to get out as he was panting.
"Oh, poetry." Anna said as she understood that Kristoff was indeed talking about poetry reading, and not sex, at least not yet. She assumed he wanted to talk dirty in order to get turned on, then the sex would begin.
"This is what I want, naughty words. Naughty!" She growled and made sexy moans as she touched herself on the bed.
"I don't have much money, but if I did, I'd buy. . . a big house where we both could live." Kristoff tried to go on but was distracted.
"Oh! It's so bad!" Anna was throwing herself about her pillows.
"If I were a sculptor, then again, no." Kristoff was looking at her strangely.
"You devil." Anna moaned.
"Or a man who makes potions in a traveling show." Kristoff went on.
"Don't, don't don't!" Anna was thrashing her hips about, rolling over on her back.
"Don't stop!"
"I know it's not much." Kristoff was speaking a bit more clearly with every passing word.
"Give me more! Yes!" Anna touched her breasts as she moved around on the floor seductively.
"It's the best I can do." Kristoff walked towards her window, occasionally looking back at her beautiful body outstretched on the floor.
"Naughty! Don't stop! Yes!" Anna continued to move her hands over her body.
"My gift is my song.~" Kristoff began to sing out, Anna stopped thrashing about and looked at Kristoff intently as she sat up. His blond hair was illuminated by the moonlight, his brown eyes sparkling as he looked at her lovingly.
"And this one's for you. And you can tell everybody. That this is your song. It may be quite simple, but. Now that it's done. I hope you don't mind. I hope you don't mind. That I put down in words. How wonderful life is, now you're in the world.~" Kristoff gazed at her as he continued singing, smiling at her. She was completely stunned, her heart skipped a beat when he smiled at her. He was serenading her, something that never happened before.
"I sat on the roof
And I kicked off the moss
Well, some of these verses
They got me quite cross
But the sun's been kind
While I wrote this song
It's for people like you that
Keep it turned on
So excuse me forgetting
But these things I do
You see, I've forgotten
If they're green or they're blue
Anyway, the thing is
What I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes
I've ever seen
And you can tell everybody
This is your song
It may be quite simple, but
Now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is
Now you're in the world.~"
"Look like he got the job!" Wiggins winked as the boys raised a toast to Kristoff.
"Oh, give it to me." Anna moaned as Kristoff pounded into her over and over again as the bed creaked underneath them.
"Oh Anna you're so warm." He whispered in her ear as she called out his name. Her hands were in his hair as his roamed her body. She felt her eyes close as his lips met her neck. She inhaled sharply as his fingertips grazed over her erect nipples, his hand grasping her breasts as he massaged them. As the heat began to rise in the room, they climaxed as Anna sighed saying,
"I can't believe it. I'm in love. I'm in love with a young . . . handsome, talented duke." Anna said dreamily.
"Duke?" Kristoff was a bit stunned, as a sudden knock at the door startled them.
"Not that the title's important, of course." Anna shook her head as she looked over at him.
"I'm not a duke." Kristoff said flatly, the knock erupted again.
"Not a duke?" Anna was clearly confused as she sat up, quickly covering herself.
"I'm a writer." Kristoff said feeling as though he was now sounding a bit . . . boring.
"A writer?" Anna said, her smile turned to a frown. Then there was a voice at the door, it was Oaken asking if everything was alright. Anna said she needed a moment as he agreed, then she turned to look at Kristoff.
"Yes, a writer." Kristoff said as he paused for a moment.
"Wiggins . . ." He started.
"You're not one of Wiggins' talented, Bohemian, impoverished protégés?" Anna was a bit peeved.
"You might say that." Kristoff shrugged as he blushed.
"Oh, no!" Anna quickly dressed as Kristoff took his time getting dressed.
"I'm going to kill him!" She fisted her hands as she stomped around the room.
"There might be a small hitch." Kristoff stood up and tried to get her to look at him.
"What about the Duke?" Anna said as she heard Oaken's voice again.
"My dear Duke . . ."
"The Duke!" Anna said in a panic.
"Hide! Out back!" She pointed as the knocking erupted again, until the doorknob was turning.
"My dear, are you decent for the Duke?" Oaken opened the door, the Duke was with him. As Anna quickly realized that Kristoff was not the Duke and she had in fact had sex with the wrong man, she felt completely stupid.
"Where were you?" Oaken asked as he looked at her questionably.
"I . . . I was waiting." Anna said nervously.
"Dear Duke, allow me to introduce Mademoiselle Anna!" Oaken opened up his arm as the Duke walked in. Hans, the Duke of the Southern Isles. He was rather handsome, tall, was wearing an expensive tuxedo, his dark red hair parted in the middle and fluffed up, brown eyes and red sideburns.
"How wonderful of you to take time out of your busy schedule to visit." Anna held out her hand as Kristoff hid behind the coffee tray; Hans looked her up and down.
"The pleasure, I fear, will be entirely mine, my dear." Hans gingerly kissed Anna's hand.
"I'll leave you two squirrels to get better acquainted." Oaken walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.
"A kiss on the hand may be quite continental . . ." Hans said with a mischievous smile.
"But diamonds are a girl's best friend." Anna pulled her hand away and walked over to the bed as Kristoff watched them, hiding behind the teacart.
"After tonight's pretty exertions on the stage . . . you must be in need of refreshment my dear." Hans began walking over to the teacart as Anna realized he would surely see Kristoff.
"Don't! Don't you . . . just love the view?" Anna jumped up and began pointing towards her window.
"Charming." Hans said rather flatly as he continued towards the teacart.
"I feel like dancing." Anna began dancing around exotically.
"Umm. Umm." Hans was rather confused.
"I should like a glass of champagne." Hans acted nervously.
"No!" Anna snapped.
"It's . . ." Anna began as Kristoff popped up and began mouthing those same words that he had told her not too long ago.
"It's a little bit funny." Anna continued.
"What is?" Hans raised an eyebrow as he looked at Anna.
"This . . . feeling . . . inside." Anna put her hands to her chest.
"I'm not one of those who can easily . . . hide." She said the latter towards Kristoff as Hans attempted to turn around again as she clasped onto his legs.
"I don't have much money . . . but if I did, I'd buy a big house . . ." She cupped his hips, her face near his groin.
"Where we both could live." Anna glided back up to Hans' face.
"I hope you don't mind.~" Anna began to sing as Kristoff slowly stood, trying to exit the room.
"I hope you don't mind.~" Hans was captivated by her song (or Kristoff's song rather) that he didn't even notice the door open.
"That I put down in words.~"
"How wonderful . . .~"
"Life is.~"
"Now you're in . . .~"
"The world.~" As Anna finished singing, Hans immediately fell in love with her as they gazed at each other.
"That's very beautiful." Hans
"It's from Spectacular, Spectacular. Suddenly, with you here . . ." Anna whispers in Hans' ear.
"I finally understand the true meaning of the words." She notices Kristoff trying to escape.
"How wonderful life is now you're in the world." But there's a bodyguard outside and he must come back in.
"And what meaning is that, my dear?" Hans speaks as Kristoff comes back in and closes the door, right as Anna throws herself on the bed, throwing a tantrum.
"Duke!" Anna sits up and points at Hans.
"Don't toy with my emotions." While Kristoff is trying to hide as Hans walks closer to Anna.
"You must know the effect you have on women." She tries to distract him, acting dramatically and crying.
"Let's make love!" Anna pulls Hans into her as she forces a kiss on him.
"You want to make love, don't you?" She moans and pushes him away, all the while Kristoff is trying to escape.
"Make love?" Hans he looks at her, clearly confused.
"I knew you felt the same way!" Anna smiles.
"Oh, Duke!" She moans as she pulls Hans' head towards her neck. She hides his face as she looks at Kristoff standing by her window, signaling for him to get out as she whispers towards him. He gazes at her affectionately, clearly wanting to be in her arms rather than Hans.
"You're right. We should wait until opening night."
Hans began to giggle until he realized what Anna said.
"Wait? Wait?" He sat up and looked at her as she began pushing him off of her.
"There's a power in you that scares me." Anna pushes Hans off of her as he stands and she sits up.
"You should go." Anna continues to push Hans towards the door as Kristoff finally escapes out the window.
"I just got here." Hans looks thoroughly disappointed.
"We'll see each other every day during rehearsal." Anna
"We must wait. We must wait until opening night. Get out." Anna pushed Hans towards the door and out of the room.
"Do you have any idea (gasps). Any idea what would have happened if you were found?" Anna gasps as she walks towards Kristoff, who reappears in her room. She's clearly frustrated and faints in Kristoff's arms.
"Oh, oh my god." Kristoff catches Anna as he tries to shake her.
"Let's have a little peekaboo. Right on target." Oaken looks through his telescope. He thinks he sees Hans and Anna dancing. Suddenly Wiggins, Phoebus and Mickey appear by the window. Kristoff is dragging Anna near the bed as the three men look at each other curiously and disappear as Kristoff flops Anna on the bed.
"I forgot my hat . . ." Hans walks in the door and sees Kristoff on top of Anna, who is on top of the bed.
"Foul play?" His face turns red as he is clearly angry and upset.
"She, uh." Kristoff tries to explain but is flabbergasted.
"Oh, Duke." Anna comes to as she realizes the situation.
"It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside!" Hans says in frustration.
"No." Kristoff shakes his head as he looks back at Anna.
"Beautifully spoken. Let me introduce you to the writer." Anna holds Kristoff's head
"The writer?" Hans asks as he grits his teeth.
"Yes. We were rehearsing." Anna began to get up as did Kristoff smiling.
"You expect me to believe that scantily clad . . . in the arms of another man, inside an elephant, you were rehearsing?" Hans speaks harshly as he begins walking towards them. Suddenly the three men hiding on the other side of the window realize what's going on.
"How's the rehearsal going? Shall we take it from the top?" Wiggins walks in with the other three men on his heels.
"I hope the piano's in tune." Mickey walks towards the piano.
"Sorry, got held up, can I offer you a drink?" Phoebus holds up the champagne bottle.
"Oh, my goodness!" Oaken suddenly realizes there's trouble as he ran forAnna'sboudoir.
"When I spoke those words to you, you so inspired me. I realized we had much work to do, so I called an emergency rehearsal." Anna began to feel herself again as she spoke passionately.
"If you're rehearsing then where's Oaken?" Hans raised an eyebrow.
"Oh no, I didn't bother Oaken." Anna shook her head as she walked towards Hans, suddenly her door opened.
"Dear Duke, I'm terribly sorry." Oaken walked in with an apologetic expression.
"Oaken! The Duke knows all about the emergency rehearsal." Anna immediately walked up to Oaken and held his shoulders as she looked directly into his eyes, hinting for him to go along.
"Emergency rehearsal?" Oaken's eyes darted back and forth as he went along with it.
"To incorporate the Duke's artistic ideas." Anna backed away and nodded towards Hans.
"Sebastian will be only too delighted . . ." Oaken began as Wiggins cut him off.
"Sebastian left." Wiggins and pointed at Kristoff.
"He's what?" Oaken seemed a bit socked.
"Oh well, the cat's out of the bag. The Duke's a big fan of our new writer's work. That's why he's so keen to invest." Anna shrugged and looked towards Kristoff and then towards Oaken.
"Invest? Invest! Oh, yes well invest! You can't blame me for trying to hide uh . . ." Oaken began as he realized he didn't know the name of this beloved writer.
"Kristoff." Wiggins whispered as he smiled.
". . . Kristoff away." Oaken finished as Hans looked back at Kristoff.
"I'm way ahead of you, Oaken." Hans looked a bit peeved.
"My dear Duke, let's go to my office and peruse the paperwork." Oaken tried to pull Hans away.
"What's the story?" Hans requested.
"The story?" Oaken inquired.
"If I'm to invest, I need to know the story." Hans said as he tilted his head in annoyance.
"Ah yes, well, the story's about . . .. Wiggins?" Oaken looks at Wiggins for an answer.
"The story is . . . the story's about . . . it's about . . ." Wiggins begins babbling as everyone is looking at him.
"It's about love." Kristoff cuts in confidently with a sparkle in his eye.
"Love?" Hans scoffs as he looks at Kristoff in disbelief.
"It's about love overcoming all obstacles." Kristoff says as he catches a glimpse of Anna. There was a certain sparkle in his eye as she feels a strange tingling feeling.
"And it's set in Switzerland!" Wiggins laughs.
"Switzerland?" Hans says in an unsatisfied tone.
"Exotic Switzerland!" Oaken cuts in loudly
"India! India! It's set in India! And there's a courtesan, the most beautiful courtesan in the world." Kristoff says the former with much enthusiasm, and the latter softly as he glances over at Anna and then back at Hans.
"But her kingdom's invaded by an evil maharajah." Kristoff states so rather enthusiastically as he thinks quickly of a story that will entice Hans.
"To save her kingdom, she has to seduce the evil maharajah . . . but on the night of the seduction, she mistakes . . . a penniless . . . a penniless . . . sitar player for the evil maharajah and falls in love with him! He wasn't trying to trick her or anything, but he was dressed as a maharajah . . . because he's appearing in a play." Kristoff finishes, feeling rather pleased with himself.
"I will play the penniless tango-dancing sitar player. He will sing like an angel . . . but dance like the devil." Phoebus spoke up as he picked up the sitar near the wall.
"Yes, all right. And what happens next?" The Duke asked, rather curious now.
"The penniless sitar player and the courtesan must hide their love from the evil maharajah." Kristoff continued as he leaned towards Phoebus and Anna.
"The sitar player's sitar is magical. It only speaks the truth." Mickey spoke up as he leaned on Kristoff's shoulder.
"And I will play the magical sitar!" Wiggins spoke up enthusiastically.
"You are beautiful." Wiggins said to Anna
"You are ugly." Wiggins said to Oaken.
"And you . . ." Wiggins began until everyone covered his mouth.
"And he gives the game away, eh?" Hans said as everyone applauded.
"Tell him about the can-can!" Oaken points to Kristoff.
"The Tantric can-can . . ." Kristoff starts until Oaken interrupts him, pushing him out of the way.
". . . is an exotic, spectacular scene that captures the thrusting, violent, vibrant . . . wild, Bohemian spirit . . . that this the whole production embodies, Duke!" Oaken
"What do you mean by that?" Hans asked, clearly confused.
"I mean, the show will be magnificent . . . opulent, tremendous, stupendous . . . gargantuan bedazzlement! A sensual ravishment. It will be . . ." Oaken first starts out passionate and slowly waits for Mickey to pick up the hint to head towards the piano for the "opening number."
"Spectacular, spectacular. No words in the vernacular.~" Oaken begins singing as Mickey plays a melodious tune while sliding over the ivory keys.
"Can describe this great event. You'll be dumb with wonderment. Returns are fixed at ten percent. You must agree that's excellent. And on top of your fee.~" Oaken continues to sing, selling the show to Hans.
"You'll be involved artistically.~" Everyone joined together and sang as Hans looked at them curiously.
"So exciting. The audience will stomp and cheer. So delighting. It will run for fifty years. So exciting. The audience will stomp and cheer. So delighting. It will run for fifty years. ~" Hans sat down in a nearby chair as they all continued to near him whilst Mickey played the piano and sang from afar.
"Elephants." Wiggins made elephant gestures
"Bohemians." Mickey smiled.
"Indians." Oaken did an Indian-style dance
"Courtesans." Anna posed seductively.
"Acrobats." Mickey said as he swung from a chandelier.
"And juggling bears." Phoebus said as he juggled some fruit while wearing a bear rug.
"Exotic girls." Wiggins dressed in some of Anna's scarfs as a dress.
"Fire-eaters!" Mickey, Kristoff, Phoebus, Wiggins and Oaken cried.
"Musclemen. Contortionists. Intrigue, danger.~" Everyone sang aloud.
"And romance.~" Wiggins added in.
"Electric lights, machinery
And all that electricity!
So exciting
The audience will stomp and cheer
So delighting
It will run for fifty years
So exciting
The audience will stomp and cheer
So delighting
It will run for years
Spectacular, spectacular
No words in the vernacular
Can describe this great event
You'll be dumb with wonderment
The hills are alive
With the sound of music
So exciting
The audience will stomp and cheer
So delighting
It will run for fifty years
So exciting
The audience will stomp and cheer
So delighting
It will run for fifty years!~"
They all finished singing, jumping about and acting out the play as they all posed in front of Hans.
"But what happens in the end?" Hans asks, he clearly liked the idea but was curious. Kristoff clears his throat as everyone ran around to grab "costumes" and set up a stage.
"The courtesan and sitar man are pulled apart by an evil plan.~" Kristoff began to set the scene.
"But in the end, she hears his song.~" Anna points towards Kristoff.
"And their love is just too strong.~" Kristoff sang as he gazed at Anna, they made brief eye contact, but then she gazes into Phoebus' eyes.
"It's a little bit funny. This feeling inside.~" The Duke sings out poorly with a strange lustful expression while gazing at Anna.
"So exciting
The audience will stomp and cheer
So delighting
It will run for fifty years!~"
Everyone sang out as they ran in a circle to set another scene.
"The sitar player's a secret song that helps them flee the evil one!" Kristoff sang out rather rapidly as Anna, Wiggins and Phoebus acted out in front of a small room divider.
"Though the tyrant rants and rails. It is all to no avail.~" Kristoff continues as Mickey used a small horse and maharajah puppet to race over a mountain.
"I am the evil maharajah! You will not escape!" Oaken stood from behind the room divider as he spread his arms open wide.
"Oh Oaken! No one could play him like you could." Anna praised him.
"No one is going to." Oaken said flatly as they all stood to sing again.
"So exciting
The audience will stomp and cheer
So delighting . . .~"
"And in the end, should someone die?" The Duke asks excitedly, interrupting the song.
"So exciting
The audience will stomp and cheer
So delighting
It will run for fifty years!~"
"Generally, I like it." Hans said as they all did a final pose.
Oaken had an investor . . . and the Bohemians had a show.
"It's the end of the century! The Bohemian revolution is here!" Wiggins cried a loud as he opened a champagne bottle and drank from it as they all partied. While the party raged upstairs . . . Kristoff tried to write. But all he could think about was her and how wonderful lifewas now. But was she thinking about him too?
"I . . . follow . . . the night.~" Anna began to sing atop her elephant patio overlooking the city, she was wearing her red smoldering temptress dress again.
"Can't stand . . . the light
When will I begin . . . to live again?
One day I'll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday
What more could your love do for me?
When will love be . . . through with me?~"
Anna looked out, unknowing of the fact that Kristoff could see her.
"Why live life . . . from dream to dream? And dread the day . . . when dreaming . . . ends.~" Anna went on as she looked out her window.
"How wonderful life is now you're in . . . the world.~" Kristoff sang out as he gazed at Anna, turning to head out the door as Anna went outside her window and walked up the stairs to the top of her elephant.
"One day I'll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday
What more could your love do for me?
When will love be . . . through with me?
Why live life . . . from dream to dream?
And dread the day . . . when dreaming . . . ends
One day I'll fly away
Fly . . . fly . . . away.~"
"Sorry. I didn't mean . . . I saw your light on and I climbed up the . . . I wanted to thank you for helping me get the job." Kristoff stumbled over his words as he appeared before the beautiful courtesan.
"Of course." Anna nodded her head.
"Yes, Wiggins was right. You're . . . very talented. It will be a wonderful show. Anyway, I'd better go. We both have a big day tomorrow." She seemed to be stuttering a bit as she tried to walk away.
"Wait. Please wait." Kristoff reached out to Anna.
"Before, when we were . . . when we were . . . when you thought I was the Duke . . . you said you loved me, and I wondered . . .. If it was just an act?" Kristoff questioned, hoping she'd say what he wanted to hear.
"Yes." Anna nodded her head.
"Of course." Kristoff said down trotted.
"It felt real." He said, not giving up.
"Kristoff . . . I'm a courtesan. I'm paid to make men believe what they want to believe." Anna said matter-of-factly.
"Silly of me, to think you could fall in love with someone like me." Kristoff said depressed.
"I can't fall in love with anyone." Anna stated flatly.
"Can't fall in love?" Kristoff asked, feeling shocked as Anna nodded in confirmation.
"A life without love? That's terrible!" Kristoff said, aghast.
"Being on the street that's terrible." Anna said sternly.
"Love is like oxygen." Kristoff said enthusiastically.
"Love is a many-splendored thing. Love . . . lifts us up where we belong." Kristoff was getting carried away with his words.
"Don't start that again." Anna protested as she rolled her eyes.
"All you need is love.~" Kristoff started to sing out.
"A girl has got to eat!" Anna protested.
"All you need is love.~" Kristoff sang on.
"Or she'll end up on the streets." Anna objected crossing her arms.
"All you need is love.~" Kristoff sang harmoniously as he raised his eyebrows seductively, facing her straight on.
"Love is just a game.~" Anna teased as she shook her head and walked away.
"I was made for loving you baby, you were made for loving me.~" Kristoff blocked her way as she scoffed.
"The only way of loving me baby, is to pay a lovely fee.~" Anna raised her brows as she turned toward the other direction.
"Just one night, give me just one night.~" Kristoff pleaded as he followed Anna and stopped her in her tracks.
"There's no way, 'cause you can't pay.~" Anna shook her head as she smiled.
"In the name of love, one night in the name of love.~" Krristoff's face inched closer to hers as she rolled her eyes.
"You crazy fool, I won't give in to you.~" Anna gave Kristoff a pitiful look as she turned to walk away again, only to be blocked by Kristoff.
"Don't leave me this way, I can't survive without your sweet love, oh baby. Don't leave me this way.~" Kristoff pleaded once again as he spun towards Anna and knelt down.
"You'd think that people would have had enough of silly love songs.~" Anna actually sounded honest, her voice soft and sweet, as she turned away from him.
"I look around me and I see, it isn't so, oh no.~" Kristoff neared Anna again though she looked down at the ground and away from him.
"Some people want to fill the world with silly love songs.~" Anna shrugged her shoulders and sounded rather despondent.
"Well what's wrong with that? I'd like to know.~" Kristoff tried to cup Anna's face, but she swiftly turned away from him.
"'Cause here I go again! Love lifts us up where we belong, where eagles fly, on a mountain high.~" Kristoff sang out passionately as he stood on the elephants head, Anna panicked and tried to tell him to get down, though he ignored her until she pulled him down.
"Love makes us act like we are fools, throw our lives away, for one happy day.~" Anna throws her hands up mockingly and heads back down the stairs.
"We could be heroes! Just for one day.~" Kristoff raises his hands to the sky, Anna stops and looks back at him.
"You, you will be mean.~" Anna looks at Kristoff seriously as she turns away from him and walks on.
"No I won't!" Kristoff opposed, half laughing as he chased after her.
"And I, I'll drink all the time.~" Anna shrugs as she walked back through her window.
"We should be lovers.~" Kristoff sang lovingly.
"We can't do that.~" Anna objected, shaking her head.
"We should be lovers, and that's a fact.~" Kristoff argued on.
"Though nothing, will keep us together.~" A a shook her head, something in her changed and she finally realized that Kristoff may be right.
"We could steal time . . .~" Kristoff entered her room as she smiled.
"Just for one day. We could be heroes, forever and ever. We could be heroes, forever and ever. We could be heroes . . .~" They both sang together as they held each other's hands.
"Just because I-eeeiiiI will always love you.~" Kristoff sang to Anna as fireworks started outside.
"I-eeeiiiI.~" Anna joined in as they walked closer to each other.
"Can't help loving you." They sang together as they gazed into each others eyes.
"How wonderful life is.~" Anna smiled as she tilted her head.
"Now you are in the world.~" They sang together as Kristoff too tilted his head, their lips nearly touching.
"You're going to be bad for business, I can tell." Anna whispered before kissing Kristoff. They lost themselves in the passion of the night as the sunlight slowly streamed in the windows; each whispering words of love and hanging onto that first moment of mutual affection.
Kristoff was the first to wake, looking at Anna as he smiled, recalling the night's events; life was indeed wonderful for Kristoff, now that Anna was in his world, but in the Duke . . . Oaken had gotten much more than he had bargained for.
"Converting the Moulin Rouge into a theater will cost a fantastic sum. So in return, I would require a contract that . . . binds Anna to me . . . exclusively. Naturally, I'll require some security: the deeds to the Moulin Rouge." Hans said menacingly as Oaken stood at his desk, nearly speechless.
"My dear Duke I am . . ." Oaken was cut off by Hans.
"Please! Don't think that I'm naïve, Oaken. I shall hold the deeds. And if there are any shenanigans . . . my manservant, Gaston . . . will deal with it in the only way you underworld show folk understand. Anna will be mine. It's not that I'm a jealous man, I just don't like other people touching my things!" Hans continued on as Gaston appeared beside him; Hans was grasping his hat so tightly that he nearly tore it in half.
"I . . . understand completely . . . Duke." Oaken agreed regrettably as he signed the contract.
"Good, now that we have an understanding, it appears that . . . you have the means to transform your beloved Moulin Rouge into a theater. I shall woo Anna over supper tonight." Hans stood, took the signed contract, shook Oaken's hand and walked out of his office. Oaken made the announcement to his workers as they all cheered. Anna and Kristoff glanced at each other from afar as Hans kept his eye on Anna, who also had to pretend to be interested in him. She wore a white coat and hat, her hair pinned up. Kristoff was in a simple suit, whilst Hans was in one of his most expensive suits in order to impress Anna.
"We will have created the world's first completely modern entirely electric, totally Bohemian, all-singing, all-dancing, stage spectacular! The show must go on!" Oaken cried as construction on the Moulin Rouge began. The show would go on, but Anna would not attend supper that night or the following night.
"Mad with jealousy, the evil maharajah forces the courtesan to tell the penniless sitar player she doesn't love him." Kristoff acts out as he holds the script while Anna sat on his couch and watched him, wearing a silk robe, Wiggins was in the kitchen laughing and making dinner.
"Thank you for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love!" Kristoff overacted as Anna and Wiggins laughed.
"Says the sitar player, throwing money at her and leaving the kingdom!" Kristoff pretends to throw himself out the window as Wiggins and Anna get up and reach for him, they both were yelling, "No! No!"
"Brilliant! Brilliant!" Wiggins cried with glee.
"Oh but a life without love? That's terrible!" Anna giggles as Kristoff went around the window and peered in at her.
"Yes. But the sitar player . . ." Kristoff leaps onto Anna and nearly kisses her as Wiggins interrupts.
"Wait! That's my part. That's my part Kristoff! Don't you dare! The magic sitar, who can only speak the truth, says . . . " Wiggins points at them from the kitchen with a smile on his face. He walked over with a tray full of kebobs and fruit.
"'The greatest thing you'll ever learn . . . is to love and be loved in return." Kristoff continued as he and Kristoff a rubbed their noses together.
The following day was rehearsal as Anna and Kristoff were in her private dressing room kissing; her hands in his hair as his were on her hips. Hans suddenly walked in holding a picnic basket.
"A picnic, sweet lady?" He looked between the two of them, who were clearly shocked to see him.
"Oh, but we have so much work to do." Anna spoke up quickly as she straightened out her tight black dress but managed to remain coy.
"If the writer can carry a basket, you can both do it in my presence." Hans held out the basket to Kristoff as he regrettably took it, for anytime he was able to spend time with Anna as well as ensure that Hans was not alone with her made him feel at ease.
"Wiggins, so the magical sitar falls from the roof . . ." Kristoff starts as he explains to Wiggins as they stood on the stage, the band practicing behind them.
"Yes, I know, I know. Don't tell me. 'The greatest thing you'll ever do . . ." Wiggins began enthusiastically as Mickey practiced with the band, orchestrating it.
"Still at it, my sweet?" Hans burst through Anna's private dressing room door as Kristoff was trying to take off her China dress, her lipstick smudged on her face as well as Kristoff's. They swiftly straightened up and luckily Kristoff was unable to get the buttons unclasped.
"Master . . . make . . . contract . . ." Wiggins was rehearsing his lines for Kristoff again, who eventually told him to review them again as he went off to Anna's private dressing room.
"I've so many lines; I've been drilling them over and over." Anna smiled her charming smile as Hans merely nodded and left the two alone, who went back to their merry love making. It almost seemed too easy for the lead actress and the writer to devise ways to avoid Hans.
"Mademoiselle Anna, I haven't finished the new scene. The 'Will the lovers be meeting at the sitar player's humble abode?' scene. May I work on it with you later tonight?" Kristoff asked sweetly as Anna tried her best not to smile, for she was sitting right near Hans as they watched the dancers rehearse.
"But, my dear, I arranged a magnificent supper for us in the tower." Hans cut in abruptly.
"We can work on it tomorrow, it's not important, it can wait." Kristoff stood to leave, clearly not wanting to upset Hans.
"How dare you! It cannot wait until tomorrow." Anna stood, visibly displeased by Kristoff's response.
"'The lovers will meet at the sitar player's humble abode' scene is crucial. We'll work on it tonight until I'm completely satisfied." Anna stated sternly as Hans looked between her and Kristoff, plainly unsatisfied with cancelling their dinner plans, though Anna was quick to put him in his place.
"Dear Duke, excuse me." Anna began walking away as Kristoff turned towards Hans before following her.
"I'm sorry." Kristoff nearly meant what he said, yet he had no regrets being Anna's secret lover.
"Nice work, family! Bright and early tomorrow morning, we begin Act Two: The Lovers Are Discovered." Oaken cheered as his dancers finished up rehearsal, Indian music still playing in the background as Hans approached him. Meanwhile, Anna and Kristoff snuck off into a corner to kiss, her red lipstick smudging as it rubbed off on his lips. He held her small waist as her hands went into his thick blond hair.
"Oaken." Hans called out.
"My dear Duke, everything is arranged for that special supper in the tower tonight." Oaken said with a cheerful smile, though Hans was not convinced.
"You can it yourself Oaken! Her affections are waning!" Hans' face was beginning to turn red.
"Impossible." Oaken's brows furrowed.
"I know her work's important, but she's always at it with that writer! If I don't see her tonight, I'm leaving!" Hans began to look up in the direction of Anna and Kristoff kissing, until Oaken spotted them first and spoke up rather loudly.
"No, Duke! I'll insist Anna take the night off." Oaken tried to say the latter with a bit more calmness to his voice.
"All right. All right. Eight o'clock then." Hans turned towards Oaken and licked his lips and smiled. Oaken looked back up in the balcony to see Anna and Kristoff standing close together, her lipstick smeared and hair askew.
"You'll come tonight?" Kristoff pleaded as he hid behind a hanging curtain.
"Yes." Anna smiled and giggled, trying to look and see if anyone had spotted them. They kissed again as they began to sneak off.
"What time?" Kristoff asked, his brown eyes large and sparkling, his face covered in red lipstick.
"Eight o'clock." Anna said as she kept giggling, kissing Kristoff again.
"Promise?" He smiled, looking like a love-sick puppy dog.
"Yes. Haha. Go." Anna covered her lips as she laughed at his expression, Kristoff finally left as Oaken appeared behind her.
"Are you mad? The Duke holds the deeds to the Moulin Rouge. He's spending a fortune on you. He's given you a beautiful new dressing room. He wants to make you a star. And you're dallying with the writer." Oaken tried to keep his voice down, though his frustration was evident.
"Oaken, don't be rid-" Anna started but was interjected by Oaken.
"I saw you together!" He raised his voice, his face turning red.
"It's nothing. It's just an infatuation. It's nothing." Anna turned away, waving her hand nonchalantly, though both she and Oaken knew she wasn't being truly honest.
"The infatuation will end. Go to the boy, tell him it's over. The Duke is expecting you in the tower at eight." Oaken brought his voice to a whisper again. Anna swallowed, feeling as though her heart were breaking as she walked away, her black dress spinning as she headed to her room.
"If I should die
At this very moment
I wouldn't fear
For I've never known completeness
Like being here
Wrapped in the warmth of you
Loving every breath of you
Why live life . . .
From dream . . .
To dream?
And dread the day . . .~"
Anna suddenly stopped singing to herself as she began gasping for air, coughing up spats of blood as red as her lips. Her hand covered in it as she looked in her mirror and felt light headed, suddenly collapsing on the floor as Gerda and Le Chocolat found her and carried her to her bed, immediately calling the doctor. Eight o'clock came around as Oaken, Hans, Kristoff, Le Chocolat, and Gerda all became worried.
"Where is she?" Oaken looked for her as Hans paced inside the tower. Kristoff overlooked his balcony, but there was no sign of Anna.
"Will she be up by tonight?" Gerda asked Grand Pabbie as he took Anna's pulse, her face covered in sweat, the lipstick and blood no longer adorned her lips.
"Tomorrow at the earliest." He answered as Le Chocolat looked bleak.
"The Duke's leaving!" There were whispers amongst Hans' servants as Oaken rushed to him.
"She's confessing!" Oaken screamed as his voice echoed in the tower.
"Confessing? Do you take me for an imbecile, Oaken?" Hans looked at Oaken with a strained face.
"She suddenly had a terrible desire . . . to go to a priest and . . . confess her sins. She wanted to be cleansed of her former life. She looks upon tonight as her wedding night." Oaken walked toward Hans as he looked back at Oaken in confusion.
"Wedding night?" Hans whispered loudly, his cheeks somewhat flushed.
"She's like a blushing bride. She says you make her feel like a . . . virgin." Oaken emphasized virgin as Hans swallowed.
"Virgin?" Hans' face was contorted into a bemused smile.
"You know. Touched . . . for the very first time. She says it feels so good inside . . . when you hold her . . . and you touch her." Oaken's voice became raspy as Hans turned and began walking back into the tower's center room, the extravagant dining table set and ready for two.
"Like a virgin." Hans smirked as he looked off into space, picturing Anna wearing white lingerie like on her wedding day.
"She's made it through the wilderness somehow. She's made it through, she didn't know how lost she was, until she found you." The servants began making the black bed as Oaken walked beside Hans, who was now starting to believe Oaken.
"She was beat, incomplete
She'd been had, she was sad and blue
But you made her feel
Yes, you made her feel
Shiny and new
Like a virgin
Touched for the very first time
Like a virgin
When your hearts beat
Both in time
Gonna give you all her love
Her fear is fading fast
She's been saving it all for you
Only love can last!
She's so fine and she's thine
She'll be yours till the end of time
'Cause you made her feel
Yes, you made her feel
She has nothing to hide
Like a virgin
Touched for the very first time
Like a virgin
When your hearts beat
Both in time.~"
Oaken paused as the servants sat Hans on the bed and spun him around, meanwhile Grand Pabbie was administering medicine to Anna as Kristoff paced back and forth in his room, still waiting for Anna.
"She's so fine, and she's mine
Makes me strong
Yes, she makes me bold
And her love thawed out
Yes her love thawed out
What was scared and cold.~"
Hans began singing as he thought more kindly of Anna. They two of them continued to sing of Anna, as though she were a virgin until Hans was now fully convinced that Anna wanted him too. Oaken's brilliant lies had once again averted disaster. But no lie, however brilliant, could save Anna.
"Monsieur Oaken . . . Mademoiselle Anna is dying. She has consumption." Grand Pabbie approached Oaken.
"My little sparrow is dying? She mustn't know, Gerda. The show must go on." Oaken told Gerda in a somber tone, knowing that he wasn't truly doing what was best for her, but for his precious Moulin Rouge. All night, the penniless sitar player had waited. And now, for the first time . . . he felt the cold stab of jealousy.
"Where were you last night?" Kristoff pleaded.
"I told you . . . I was sick." Anna coughed, she laid in Kristoff's bed in a pink robe as he sat at his small table with the typewriter, slowly clicking away.
"You don't have to lie to me." Kristoff turned towards her, finally getting up and sitting next to her.
"We have to end it. Everyone knows. Oaken knows. Sooner or later, the Duke will find out too. On opening night, I have to sleep with the Duke. And the jealousy will drive you mad. Kristoff . . ." Anna said as Kristoff turned away and went towards the window. Anna got out of bed and headed towards the door. Suddenly Kristoff had an idea as he stopped Anna.
"Then I'll write a song. We'll put it in the show and whatever happens . . . when you hear it, or sing it, or hum it . . . it'll mean we love each other. I won't get jealous." Kristoff cupped Anna's face as he began kissing her gently.
"Things don't work that way, Kristoff. We have to end it." Anna shook her head; her heart was breaking. But Kristoff would not give in, he began humming their song until the lyrics came to him, first he sang it to her, and then he brought it to the entire cast as he had Phoebus practice it with Mickey. As Kristoff sang it first, Anna and Kristoff caught glimpses of each other, gazing at each other lovingly, suddenly Phoebus collapsed to the ground, falling asleep as Oaken scolded him. Before they knew it, Anna and Kristoff were singing their song together, on a date (with Hans), alone in his bedroom, with Wiggins rehearsing his lines, and when they held each other as the sun set, wrapped in Kristoff's sheets, taking in each and every second they had together and cherishing every secret meeting.
"Never knew I could feel like this
Like I've never seen the sky before
Want to vanish inside your kiss
Every day I love you more and more
Listen to my heart, can you hear it sings?
Telling me to give you everything
Seasons may change, winter to spring
But I love you until the end of time
Come what may
Come what may
I will love you until my dying day
Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place
Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace
Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste
It all revolves around you
And there's no mountain too high
No river too wide
Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side
Storm clouds may gather,
And stars may collide
But I love you (I love you)
Until the end of time (until the end of time)
Come what may
Come what may
I will love you until my dying day
Oh, come what may, come what may I will love you,
Oh I will love you
Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place
Come what may
Come what may I will love you until my dying day!~"