Disclaimer: No, I __don't__ own any of the Moulin Rouge characters except
for Michael, though if I owned Christian that would be cool. But that's off
the subject. *cough*
I know it sounds silly, but I almost fainted. Well, I won't lie: I __did__ faint. But when I awoke, there were the two people I've wanted to meet all my life: my great-great-great-great grandfather and his friend Toulouse.
"Hello! My name is Henri Raymond Toulouse Lautrec Montfa. You can call me Toulouse." The dwarf stated to me. I almost jumped out of my skin to greet him.
"So __you__ are the great Toulouse!" I said shaking his hand wildly. He beamed proudly.
"It seems my reputation precedes me!" he grinned and said to Christian. Christian laughed.
"You never answered my question. Who __are__ you?" he said, eyeing me suspiciously.
"I am your great-great-great-great grandson from the future!" I almost shouted before realizing what that sounded like. "Um, I am new in town and was going through this building looking for work." I said after a few moments.
"Oh, okay then." He answered. At that moment, the Doctor, the Argentinean, and Satie all burst into the room.
"And what have we here?" The Argentinean questioned in his thick accent.
"He is a young boy looking for work!" Toulouse stated to the three.
"What luck!" the Doctor said. "We need someone to help us with 'Spectacular Spectacular!' What can you do, boy?" he said as he approached me.
"Well, I am a scientist." I stated simply to him.
"Splendid!" Satie said striding forward. "You can help Doctor with the special effects!" It took me a minute to fathom this. Me….ME!....working on the famous play my great-great-great-great grandfather wrote? Could it really be coming true? I could not believe it!
"So what do you say?" Christian asked.
"Um, okay?" was all I could manage to squeak out. The group laughed.
"You'll do just fine!" Toulouse said as the five dragged me off for a briefing of Spectacular Spectacular and, of course, a glass of Absinthe.
That night I curled up on the empty floor with an extra blanket. It was decided that I should sleep in Christian's apartment since I didn't have one yet, his was the most spacious one, and there was also some "hidden" chemistry with us. Toulouse, The Doctor, The Argentinean, and Satie all looked at us like we had suddenly turned into twin 50-foot elephants and were standing outside of the Moulin Rouge when we started laughing and finishing each other's sentences. I guess there is that connection when you are related. In any case, Christian was the one that offered. He had no spare bed, but he had spare blankets and pillows so I set up a little sleeping place for myself on his floor.
We talked for awhile, but then we just stopped. It was sometime after midnight when I heard him mumbling a song. I turned over and propped myself on my elbow.
"What was that?" I asked him.
"Oh, um, nothing." He said, abruptly stopping.
"No, continue! It sounded…..nice." I finally decided. He sighed, and then started singing.
I give her all my love
That's all I do
And if you saw my love
You'd love her too
I love her
She gives me everything
And tenderly;
The kiss my lover brings
She brings to me
And I love her
A love like ours
Could never die
As long as I
Have you near me
Bright are the stars that shine
Dark is the sky;
I know this love of mine
Will never die
And I love her
Bright are the stars that shine
Dark is the sky
I know this love of mine
Will never die
And I love her
Yeah, I love her
When he finished, I wiped away a tear and clapped.
"That was beautiful," I managed to choke out. Then, as if I didn't know, I asked. "Who do you love?"
"Oh, you would think it silly." He said, turning from me.
"No, just tell me!" I said, starting to get up to sit next to my great-great-great-great grandfather.
"Well, Michael, I love…..Satine." he finally said. "I know, it's silly. Everybody tell me so. But I need her and I love her." He said.
"I do not think it silly at all!" I said. "She is a beautiful girl, and I bet she loves you back!" I replied.
"But…..but you don't even know her. You just got in town." He looked at me quizzically now.
"I have good judgment." I replied. He smiled at me.
"Thanks for making me feel better. But we should go to bed now. It's a big day tomorrow."
"Yes."
A/N: Like it? I like how it turned out. By the way, the song is "And I Love Her" by The Beatles, as if you didn't know.
I know it sounds silly, but I almost fainted. Well, I won't lie: I __did__ faint. But when I awoke, there were the two people I've wanted to meet all my life: my great-great-great-great grandfather and his friend Toulouse.
"Hello! My name is Henri Raymond Toulouse Lautrec Montfa. You can call me Toulouse." The dwarf stated to me. I almost jumped out of my skin to greet him.
"So __you__ are the great Toulouse!" I said shaking his hand wildly. He beamed proudly.
"It seems my reputation precedes me!" he grinned and said to Christian. Christian laughed.
"You never answered my question. Who __are__ you?" he said, eyeing me suspiciously.
"I am your great-great-great-great grandson from the future!" I almost shouted before realizing what that sounded like. "Um, I am new in town and was going through this building looking for work." I said after a few moments.
"Oh, okay then." He answered. At that moment, the Doctor, the Argentinean, and Satie all burst into the room.
"And what have we here?" The Argentinean questioned in his thick accent.
"He is a young boy looking for work!" Toulouse stated to the three.
"What luck!" the Doctor said. "We need someone to help us with 'Spectacular Spectacular!' What can you do, boy?" he said as he approached me.
"Well, I am a scientist." I stated simply to him.
"Splendid!" Satie said striding forward. "You can help Doctor with the special effects!" It took me a minute to fathom this. Me….ME!....working on the famous play my great-great-great-great grandfather wrote? Could it really be coming true? I could not believe it!
"So what do you say?" Christian asked.
"Um, okay?" was all I could manage to squeak out. The group laughed.
"You'll do just fine!" Toulouse said as the five dragged me off for a briefing of Spectacular Spectacular and, of course, a glass of Absinthe.
That night I curled up on the empty floor with an extra blanket. It was decided that I should sleep in Christian's apartment since I didn't have one yet, his was the most spacious one, and there was also some "hidden" chemistry with us. Toulouse, The Doctor, The Argentinean, and Satie all looked at us like we had suddenly turned into twin 50-foot elephants and were standing outside of the Moulin Rouge when we started laughing and finishing each other's sentences. I guess there is that connection when you are related. In any case, Christian was the one that offered. He had no spare bed, but he had spare blankets and pillows so I set up a little sleeping place for myself on his floor.
We talked for awhile, but then we just stopped. It was sometime after midnight when I heard him mumbling a song. I turned over and propped myself on my elbow.
"What was that?" I asked him.
"Oh, um, nothing." He said, abruptly stopping.
"No, continue! It sounded…..nice." I finally decided. He sighed, and then started singing.
I give her all my love
That's all I do
And if you saw my love
You'd love her too
I love her
She gives me everything
And tenderly;
The kiss my lover brings
She brings to me
And I love her
A love like ours
Could never die
As long as I
Have you near me
Bright are the stars that shine
Dark is the sky;
I know this love of mine
Will never die
And I love her
Bright are the stars that shine
Dark is the sky
I know this love of mine
Will never die
And I love her
Yeah, I love her
When he finished, I wiped away a tear and clapped.
"That was beautiful," I managed to choke out. Then, as if I didn't know, I asked. "Who do you love?"
"Oh, you would think it silly." He said, turning from me.
"No, just tell me!" I said, starting to get up to sit next to my great-great-great-great grandfather.
"Well, Michael, I love…..Satine." he finally said. "I know, it's silly. Everybody tell me so. But I need her and I love her." He said.
"I do not think it silly at all!" I said. "She is a beautiful girl, and I bet she loves you back!" I replied.
"But…..but you don't even know her. You just got in town." He looked at me quizzically now.
"I have good judgment." I replied. He smiled at me.
"Thanks for making me feel better. But we should go to bed now. It's a big day tomorrow."
"Yes."
A/N: Like it? I like how it turned out. By the way, the song is "And I Love Her" by The Beatles, as if you didn't know.