Hey
everyone! This is one of the funniest parts of the movie and one of my favorite
parts, and I doubt that everything's perfect. I'm constantly LMAO during it!
Enjoy!
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As Chad carried Ivy backstage, Sheridan and Rebecca watched. Sheridan smirked.
"Don't know that duke's gettin' his money's worth tonight."
"Don't be unkind, Sheridan!" Rebecca scolded as they followed Chad.
Chad laid Ivy down on the floor backstage and her mother figure, Pilar, came
in. Sheridan, Rebecca and the other girls hovered over them with concern.
Harold then came in. "Is everything all right?" one of the stagehands asked.
"Nothing that you need be worried about," Pilar snapped.
"Come along, girls!" Harold shouted. "Get back out there and make those gents
thirsty!" The girls grudgingly left and went back to the dance floor.
Ivy coughed and finally came to. "Pilar," she said gratefully. "All these silly
costumes…" She went into another coughing fit and Pilar held a handkerchief up
to her mouth. When Ivy was done coughing, Pilar and Harold looked at what was
on the handkerchief.
It was stained with blood.
Pilar and Harold looked at each other worriedly. "Pilar? Harold? Is everything
okay?" Ivy asked.
Pilar managed to smile. "Of course. Let's go get you ready for that duke." As
she led Ivy out, she turned back to Harold, as if to say "What should we do?"
He shrugged and went back out.
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In her dressing room, Pilar helped Ivy into her stunning red dress. "There you
are. You look gorgeous," she told Ivy.
"Do you think I'll really become a famous actress?" Ivy asked with hope.
"I don't see why not," Pilar told her. "You've got the talent. Just show the
duke what you've got tonight and everything will be perfect."
"I can't wait," Ivy said. "Finally, I'm going to fly away from here."
"How is everything going?" Harold asked as he came in.
"How do I look?" Ivy inquired as she struck a pose. "Smoldering temptress?"
"Oh, my little strawberry!" Harold grinned as he ran over to hug Ivy.
"Everything's going so well!"
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Sam waited for Ivy in the elephant. Timmy said that she would be here. Just as
he was getting impatient, he heard a seductive, "Is this poetic enough for
you?" He turned around to find a scantily-clad Ivy staring at him.
"It-it'll do," he stammered.
"All right," she said and moved to the small table in the extravagantly
decorated room. "Some light supper for you?" she asked.
"Actually, I'd rather just get it over and done with," Sam told her, meaning
his poetry reading. He had never thought of himself as a writer, much less a
poet, but she had that kind of power.
Ivy slammed down the bottle of champagne in surprise. "Hmm," she said. "Very
well then." Moving to the bed, she suggested, "Why don't you come lie down and
we'll—get it over and done with." She thought that he meant was she was
thinking.
"I—I prefer to do it standing," Sam told her. "It's quite long what I'd do, and
I'd like you to be comfortable." Her eyed widened with shock. What kind of a
guy was this duke? "It's also very modern, and it may feel a bit uncomfortable
at first, but if you're open I think you'll like it."
"I'm sure I will," Ivy told him.
"Okay," he sighed and looked for inspiration. "The—no, no."
"Mmmm," she moaned in pleasure.
A bit distracted by Ivy, he attempted to continue. "The hill—no, no, never
mind." She continued to act as if he wanted to sleep with her. "Come on," he
told himself and blew air to get himself to think. "Come on, come on…"
Ivy threw her hands down on the bed in frustration. "Um, is everything all
right?" she asked.
"I'm fine, but sometimes it takes a while for inspiration to come," he told
her.
"Oh, well let mommy help," she offered and grabbed his crotch. His eyes widened
and his jaw dropped. "Does that inspire you?"
"Wha—" Sam began, but was cut off by Ivy.
"Let's make love," she demanded.
"What the—" Sam said.
"You want to make love, don't you?" she asked as she threw them onto the bed
and worked on his shirt and jacket.
Above them, Hank, Luis and Ethan lowered Timmy so that he could see into the
window. Ivy reached his pants and she grinned. "Big boy!"
"He's got a huge—talent!" Timmy screamed up to them.
Sam thought of the first song that came to his head. "It's a little bit funny,"
Sam said and threw her off of him, "this feeling inside." He thought of the
words to the song and continued. "I'm not one of those who can easily hide." He
stopped reciting for a moment and looked at her. "Is—is this okay? Is this what
you want?"
"Yes, yes, poetry, yes," she sighed. "Dirty words, yes!"
He tried not to let himself get distracted by her throwing herself around the
floor. "I don't have much money, but boy if I did, I'd buy a big house where we
both could live. If I were a sculptor, but then again no, or a man who makes
potions in the traveling show. I know it's not much, but it's the best I can
do."
Ivy continued thrashing around on the floor. "My gift is my song," he sang out
as he looked out the window. She stopped and looked up at him as he turned
around to face her. "And this one's for you." She smiled as he kept singing.
"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," he paused and drew in another breath, "how wonderful life is,
now you're in the world."
She stood up and faced him. "Sat on the roof, and I kicked off the moss," he
sang as he took her hands. "Well some of these verses, well they, they've got
me quite cross." Their eyes met. "But the sun's been quite kind, while I wrote
this song. It's for people like you that keep it turned on."
Ivy moved away from Sam and
to the large window. "So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do. See, I've
forgotten if they're green or if they're blue," he sang on. "But anyway, the
thing is, what I really mean, yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen." He
swept her up and they danced around the elephant. She imagined them dancing
across the skyline of Paris, from Notre Dame to the Eiffel Tower. He spun her
around and he climbed up the tower. "And you can tell everybody, this is your
song," he sang from the top. "It may be quite simple, but now that it's done,"
she spun back to him, "I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind, that I put
down in words," he spun her around in his arms, "how wonderful life is, now
you're in the world. I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind, that I put
down in words," he held her for a moment, "how wonderful life is, now you're in
the world." He twirled her and when he got the chance, he picked her up in his
arms.
Suddenly they were back dancing in the elephant. Ivy grinned. "I can't believe
it. I'm in love," she said almost sincerely. "I'm in love with a young,
handsome, talented duke."
"Duke?" Sam asked.
"Not that the title's important," she assured him.
"I'm not a duke," he said softly.
Suddenly the moment was ruined. "N—not a duke?" Ivy asked.
"No, I'm a writer," Sam told her.
Her jaw dropped. "A WRITER?" she said. She moved out of Sam's arms.
"Oh no, let me guess, Timmy sent you here," she said.
"He said that you were expecting me," Sam told her.
"I am going to KILL HIM!!" she screamed.
"Oh no!" Timmy exclaimed. "Something happened. Ivy's going to kill Timmy!"
"So you're one of Timmy's friends," she said. "Let's see, tragically Bohemian,
hopelessy romantic, sadly impoverished…"
"Well, if you want to put it that way," Sam said.
"Oh no!" she squealed. "Julian, the duke—" She opened her door and found
Harold talking to Julian. She then quickly slammed it. "JULIAN!"
"What? What is it?" Sam asked.
"HIDE!" she screamed and pushed him underneath her black lace robe.
"Ivy!" Harold barged into her room. "Duke Julian, may I present Mademoiselle
Ivy."
"Monsieur," she greeted.
Julian licked his lips. "The pleasure, I'm sure, will be all mine."
"Well, I'll leave you two squirrels to get to know each other better," Harold
said and left the room.
Julian took her hand and
kissed it as Sam discreetly moved behind the table. "A kiss on the hand may be
quite continental."
"But diamonds are a girl's best friend," she finished and chuckled.
"Some champagne, my dear?" Julian asked and went to the table.
"DON'T!!!" Ivy screamed. Julian looked at her like she was crazy. "…you just
love the view?" she asked, gesturing to the window.
Julian smiled. "Charming." He again moved towards the table.
"Oh!" she exclaimed and began dancing around the room. "I feel like dancing!"
Julian watched her with bewilderment and Sam even snuck a peek, but hid again
before Julian could see him.
"Are you all right?" Julian asked Ivy.
"Yes, it's—it's a bit funny, this feeling…" she started and looked at Sam for
help.
'Inside,' he mouthed.
"…inside," she finished. "I—I'm not one of those who can easily…"
'Hide,' Sam mouthed.
"…hide," Ivy said. "I don't have much money, but boy if I did, I'd buy a big
house where we both could live."
"What?" Julian asked as she threw her arms around his knees.
"I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind, that I put down in words," she
sang to him. Coming to his eye level, she finished, "How wonderful life is, now
you're in the world."
Julian's eyes sparkled. Zidler was right, he thought. "Beautiful," he told her
admiringly.
"It's from Spectacular Spectacular," Ivy said. "Suddenly with you here, I
realized the true meaning of those words," she whispered to him and then
mouthed, 'GO!' to Sam.
Sam began to move towards the door, but as he opened it, he saw Julian's
manservant there and slammed the door.
To mix the noise in, Ivy let out a wail. "No!" she cried out.
"What's wrong?" Julian asked.
"JULIAN! Don't toy with my emotions," she cried. This is where those acting
skills come into play, she thought. "You must know the effect that you have on
women."
"Well, I—" he began, but she cut him off by pulling him to her.
"Let's make love," Ivy said. "You want to make love, don't you?" She mouthed,
'GET OUT!' to Sam and gestured to the window. "You're right, Julian, we should
wait until opening night." She smiled at Sam and he smiled back. She pushed
Julian off of her. "But we'll be seeing a lot of each other from now until
opening night, so don't worry!" She shoved him towards the door.
"But—" Julian started.
"Thank you so much!" Ivy called back to him and slammed the door in his face.
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~*Maggie*~