They had her complete a series of complicated turns, high kicks, and
splits. When they finally felt they had seen enough, they man turned and
spoke. "Well, it seems you definitely have the capability needed for the
job. I'll give you a ticket for you to get in. After you've reached a
decision, find a man named Mr. Rutherford. Mr. Rutherford is my business
assistant, I will let him know that you'll be by... Is there anything else
you need?" "No, I don't think so, sir. Thank you so much!" Lorelei said
excitedly. Basically, she had the job. Yes, she would still have to go and
take a look, at the show. But, how bad could it be?
Dressed in green, Lorelei stepped up, yet again, to the great wind- mill known as the Moulin Rouge. She twisted the chords of her purse nervously. She tried to brace herself the best she could. She couldn't act like a silly little school-girl in front of all these people...
When Lorelei stepped inside the large dance room, she had to take in her breaths deep. It was like the devil's playground. There was music blasting from all around. There were girls doing a can-can routine on a platform. But then there were girls out in the audience talking, flirting, kissing with these men who looked as though they were in heaven. (Despite the outward appearance which was that of the devils playground.) Even though what these girls were doing made Lorelei feel awkward, the costumes these girls got to wear were the most gorgeous she had ever laid her eyes on. They were all made of satin, and were covered in rhinestones, pearls, opals, sequins, and beads. Now she knew why the people who had auditioned her were so weary of letting a young girl become a diamond dog. Can-can dancing was NOT all they had to do. She had to clear her head for a minute.
Lorelei walked out into the courtyard. She sat down next to a fountain and began to think. How could she let herself do what those...girls were doing? Her first thought was what her mother would think. She knew her mother would never, ever want her daughter, especially her youngest, to do something like that. But, she reasoned, her mother was a strong and independent thinker. She would want her daughter to stand up and take control of her life. Not to sit around and cry her eyes out over where her next meal would come from. Besides, this was only until she could get enough money to go back to school. Her mother would want her to do what she had to to take care of herself.
Lorelei's mind was made-up. She marched into the outlandish room and found a waiter. "Excuse me, where could I find a Mr. Rutherford? He's expecting me. I'm Miss Lorelei Lee." "Yes, I could take you to his office." "Yes, that would be wonderful, thank you." The waiter escorted her into a hallway and up three flights of dark stairs into a dimly-lit room with a telephone and a desk. A man was sitting in a chair speaking on the phone, the man she assumed to be Mr. Rutherford. Lorelei turned to thank her escort, but he had already left. After a few minutes, he hung up the telephone and faced her. "Who would you be?" "I am Miss Lorelei Lee, did the man holding the auditions not speak to you about me?" "Oh yes, he did mention it. Have you reached a decision?" "Yes, I have. I would love to work here at the Moulin Rouge." 'Wonderful, wonderful" the man said, and pulled a form out of a drawer. "You'll have to sign these papers, to make it official. You'll start work at eight tomorrow night. But, since your new, you'll need to come by about eleven o'clock tomorrow morning. One of the other girls will show you the ropes. Plan on staying all day."
Dressed in green, Lorelei stepped up, yet again, to the great wind- mill known as the Moulin Rouge. She twisted the chords of her purse nervously. She tried to brace herself the best she could. She couldn't act like a silly little school-girl in front of all these people...
When Lorelei stepped inside the large dance room, she had to take in her breaths deep. It was like the devil's playground. There was music blasting from all around. There were girls doing a can-can routine on a platform. But then there were girls out in the audience talking, flirting, kissing with these men who looked as though they were in heaven. (Despite the outward appearance which was that of the devils playground.) Even though what these girls were doing made Lorelei feel awkward, the costumes these girls got to wear were the most gorgeous she had ever laid her eyes on. They were all made of satin, and were covered in rhinestones, pearls, opals, sequins, and beads. Now she knew why the people who had auditioned her were so weary of letting a young girl become a diamond dog. Can-can dancing was NOT all they had to do. She had to clear her head for a minute.
Lorelei walked out into the courtyard. She sat down next to a fountain and began to think. How could she let herself do what those...girls were doing? Her first thought was what her mother would think. She knew her mother would never, ever want her daughter, especially her youngest, to do something like that. But, she reasoned, her mother was a strong and independent thinker. She would want her daughter to stand up and take control of her life. Not to sit around and cry her eyes out over where her next meal would come from. Besides, this was only until she could get enough money to go back to school. Her mother would want her to do what she had to to take care of herself.
Lorelei's mind was made-up. She marched into the outlandish room and found a waiter. "Excuse me, where could I find a Mr. Rutherford? He's expecting me. I'm Miss Lorelei Lee." "Yes, I could take you to his office." "Yes, that would be wonderful, thank you." The waiter escorted her into a hallway and up three flights of dark stairs into a dimly-lit room with a telephone and a desk. A man was sitting in a chair speaking on the phone, the man she assumed to be Mr. Rutherford. Lorelei turned to thank her escort, but he had already left. After a few minutes, he hung up the telephone and faced her. "Who would you be?" "I am Miss Lorelei Lee, did the man holding the auditions not speak to you about me?" "Oh yes, he did mention it. Have you reached a decision?" "Yes, I have. I would love to work here at the Moulin Rouge." 'Wonderful, wonderful" the man said, and pulled a form out of a drawer. "You'll have to sign these papers, to make it official. You'll start work at eight tomorrow night. But, since your new, you'll need to come by about eleven o'clock tomorrow morning. One of the other girls will show you the ropes. Plan on staying all day."
