Hola

Hola! MR left my local theaters last week :*(, so I spent a lot of time this weekend listening to my soundtrack and praying that my second-run theater gets it. I just finished this literally 5 minutes ago, and it's my fave part of the movie so I'm sure that I screwed it up majorly, lol. But nonetheless, enjoy!

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"Do you have any idea, ANY idea, what would have happened if you had been caught?" Ivy asked Sam. She tried to draw in another breath, but she couldn't. She fell forward and Sam caught her.

"Ivy?" he asked in her ear. When she didn't respond, he shook her. "Ivy?" He turned her around so that he could lay her down on the bed. To any onlooker, it would have looked like they were dancing or something like that.

And that's exactly what it looked like to Harold. "Let's take a peek," he said to himself. He looked through his telescope in the tower that overlooked the club. When he got a look at Ivy and the other man with her, he smiled. "Perfect."

Back in the elephant, Sam laid Ivy on the bed. Unfortunately, Julian came in just as he had laid her down. "Darling, I forgot my hat—" Julian started. "What the hell is this?" he asked furiously when he saw Sam and Ivy together.

Ivy came to. "Julian!"

"It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside??" Julian asked her.

"Beautifully spoken, Julian," she told him. "We were just, um…"

"Rehearsing," Sam saved.

"Yes, rehearsing," Ivy confirmed.

"You expect me to believe that scantily clad, in the arms of another man, you were rehearsing?!" Julian asked incredulously. "What kind of imbecile do you take me for, Ivy?"

"How's the emergency rehearsal going?" Timmy asked as he entered from the back, followed by Hank, Luis and Ethan.

"Hope this piano's in tune," Ethan said, banging on some keys.

"Good evening, sir, how are you?" Luis asked and shook Julian's hand.

In the tower, Harold took another look through his telescope. "Oh no," he said when he saw Timmy and his friends in there. "I better go fix things."

"A rehearsal?" Julian said. "At this hour?"

"Well," Ivy said, "after you left I realized how much work we had to do, so I called everyone in for an emergency rehearsal."

"If you're rehearsing, where's Zidler?" Julian asked.

"He's on his way," Sam explained.

Harold walked in. "Ivy, what's going on?"

"Harold, you're here!" she exclaimed. "Don't worry, Julian knows all about the emergency rehearsal." She emphasized the last two words.

"Emergency rehearsal?" Harold asked her quietly. She nodded to get her point across. "Oh yes, the rehearsal! I'm sure you'll love this, Julian."

"If you're rehearsing, where's Miguel?" Julian asked.

"Yes, chickpea, where is Miguel?" Harold asked.

"Miguel left!" Timmy said.

"Left? Who's writing it now?" Harold asked.

"This man right here…" Ivy stopped, not knowing his name.

'Sam,' Sam mouthed.

"Sam! He will be our writer now," Ivy told them.

Julian nodded warily. "What's the story?"

"The story?" Harold repeated.

"Well, if I'm to invest, I need to know the story," Julian explained.

"It's set in Switzerland!" Timmy said.

"It's about love!" Sam piped up.

"Love?" Julian said.

"It's about love, overcoming all obstacles," Sam said as he looked Ivy in the eye. Butterflies suddenly came up in her stomach, but she quickly dismissed them.

"And it's set in Switzerland!" Timmy said again.

"India, India, it's set in India!" Sam told Julian, inspired by the décor in the room. "And there's a courtesan, the most beautiful courtesan in the whole world." Once again, Ivy and Sam's eyes locked and sparks flew. The ideas kept coming and he told everyone. "But her kingdom's invaded by an evil Maharajah. And on the night that she's supposed to meet this Maharajah, she mistakes him for a penniless…" he looked around the room, "sitar player! He wasn't trying to trick her or anything," he said and moved towards Ivy.

"And I will play the young, sensitive sitar player," Luis said.

"The sitar is magical," Ethan explained. "It can only speak the truth."

"And Timmy will play the sitar!" Timmy said excitedly. He imitated sitar sounds and went around the room. "You are beautiful," Timmy told Ivy as the sitar, "you are ugly," he told Harold, "and you…" he said, coming to Julian. Ethan, Hank, Sam, Ivy and Harold quickly covered his mouth before he could go any further.

"It will be a festival for the senses," Harold told Julian. "It will be," he suddenly broke into song, "spectacular, spectacular! The words of a vernacular can't 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 feat, you'll be involved so sweet."

The rest of the group—Sam, Ivy, Ethan, Hank, Timmy and Luis joined Harold as Julian sat down in front of the group. "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."

"Elephants!" Luis sang.

"Bohemians!" Ethan sang.

"Indians!" Timmy sang.

"And courtesans," Ivy added.

"Lock jobs," Hank piped up.

"Juggling bells!" Luis sang.

"Exotic girls!" Timmy added.

"Fire breathers!" Ethan said as Hank blew fire from a stick in front of Julian.

"Puzzles and contortionists, intrigue, danger," everyone sang.

"And romance," Sam joined.

"Electric lights, machinery," everyone sang.

"Full of electricity!" Harold exclaimed.

"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!" everyone sang, dancing in front of Julian. "Spectacular, spectacular! The words of a vernacular can't describe this great event; you'll be dumb with wonderment!"

Julian sat puzzled as they went into, "The hills are alive with the sound of music." The group continued into, "So exciting, the audience will stomp and cheer; so delighting, it will run for fifty years!"

Still puzzled, Julian asked, "Yes, but how does it end?"

The group exchanged glances, then proceeded to run around the room and grab any Indian-looking object of piece of clothing that they could find. Sam let down a curtain from the middle of the room and turned on a small light as the rest of the group went behind the curtain. "The courtesan and sitar man," Sam sang as the curtain went up, "are pulled apart by an evil plan."

"But in the end she hears his song," Ivy sang.

"And their love is just to strong," Sam finished as Ivy glanced back at him. Damn butterflies, she thought.

Julian paused a moment, then sang, "It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside."

The group again broke into, "So exciting, the audience will stomp and cheer; so delighting, it will run for fifty years!"

"The sitar player's secret song helps defeat the evil one," Sam continued as Timmy ran a toy horse over a wall.

"Though the tyrant rants and wails, it is all to no avail," Sam sang.

"I am the evil Maharajah! You will not escape me!" Harold shouted as Hank, Ivy, Timmy, Luis and Ethan pretended to bow to him.

"Oh, Harold, no one could play him like you could!" Ivy complimented.

"Well, I was going to," Harold told her.

"So exciting, will make you laugh and make you cry, so delighting—" they sang.

"And in the end, should someone die?" Julian interrupted.

Once again, the group exchanged glances and went back to the song. "So exciting, the audience will stomp and cheer; so delighting, it will run for fifty years!" Running around and dancing around Julian, they finally came to a breathless stop in front of him.

Julian paused, then nodded. "Generally, I like it," he told them as they all cheered and rushed over to him.

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