He looked at the door where a faded calender hung. Yes, it was April, but
what day? Christian hurriedly ran upstairs and knocked on Toulouse's door,
still holding the letter. The door swung open after a few knocks and
Christian peeked inside. Beautiful paintings decorated the walls, and
easels were set up with half-completed pictures. Toulouse and his friends
were nowhere in sight.
"Satie? Toulouse? Is anyone here?" Christian yelled as he walked into the room. While stopping to look at a painting of Satine, Christian heard whispers coming from one of the adjoining rooms. He quickly ran towards the sound and saw Toulouse, drinking a glass of Absinthe and looking at some papers.
"Toulouse!" Christian practically screamed as he entered the room. "Christian? Is that reawy you?" said Toulouse as he set the papers down and faced Christian. Handing Toulouse the letter, Christian took a seat on a nearby box, waiting for Toulouse's response.
"Apriw 20? That's tomorrow! Are you going to go?" Toulouse asked with a twinkle in his eye and a smile on his face. "I don't know if I should, it might be a trick. But if I don't go and it's not a trick, then what?!" Christian said with a puzzled look. "I think you shouwd go, Christian. Satine might actuawy be tewing the truth!" Toulouse responded, hobbeling over to his friend.
Christian thanked Toulouse and went back to his place, his mind filled with thoughts of what tomorrow would bring. The night was coming, and Christian could see streaks of purple and gold in the clouds behind the Eiffel Tower. Lighting a few candles, Christian went back to the bed and gently placed the items back in the hatbox, all except for the letter. Retrieving his coat from a chair nearby, he placed the letter in the pocket, threw on the coat, and walked outside. It had been months since he had ventured outside of his haven, and the world around him was changing. The infamous Paris nightlife had gone from a flood to a trickle, the prostitutes seemed much more ragged and older then they were before, and the faces of Christian's bohemian brothers seemed sad and cold. Looking around, he starts to sing Cat Steven's "On the Road to Find Out" as he walks through the streets...
Well I left my happy home to see what I could find out I left my folk and friends with the aim to clear my mind out Well I hit the rowdy road and many kinds I met there Many stories told me of the way to get there
Chorus So on and on I go, the seconds tick the time out There's so much left to know, and I'm on the road to find out
Well in the end I'll know, but on the way I wonder Through descending snow, and through the frost and thunder I listen to the wind come howl, telling me I have to hurry I listen to the robin's song saying not to worry
Chorus
Then I found myself alone, hopin' someone would miss me Thinking about my home, and the last woman to kiss me, kiss me But sometimes you have to moan when nothing seems to suit you But nevertheless you know you're locked towards the future
Chorus 3x
"Satie? Toulouse? Is anyone here?" Christian yelled as he walked into the room. While stopping to look at a painting of Satine, Christian heard whispers coming from one of the adjoining rooms. He quickly ran towards the sound and saw Toulouse, drinking a glass of Absinthe and looking at some papers.
"Toulouse!" Christian practically screamed as he entered the room. "Christian? Is that reawy you?" said Toulouse as he set the papers down and faced Christian. Handing Toulouse the letter, Christian took a seat on a nearby box, waiting for Toulouse's response.
"Apriw 20? That's tomorrow! Are you going to go?" Toulouse asked with a twinkle in his eye and a smile on his face. "I don't know if I should, it might be a trick. But if I don't go and it's not a trick, then what?!" Christian said with a puzzled look. "I think you shouwd go, Christian. Satine might actuawy be tewing the truth!" Toulouse responded, hobbeling over to his friend.
Christian thanked Toulouse and went back to his place, his mind filled with thoughts of what tomorrow would bring. The night was coming, and Christian could see streaks of purple and gold in the clouds behind the Eiffel Tower. Lighting a few candles, Christian went back to the bed and gently placed the items back in the hatbox, all except for the letter. Retrieving his coat from a chair nearby, he placed the letter in the pocket, threw on the coat, and walked outside. It had been months since he had ventured outside of his haven, and the world around him was changing. The infamous Paris nightlife had gone from a flood to a trickle, the prostitutes seemed much more ragged and older then they were before, and the faces of Christian's bohemian brothers seemed sad and cold. Looking around, he starts to sing Cat Steven's "On the Road to Find Out" as he walks through the streets...
Well I left my happy home to see what I could find out I left my folk and friends with the aim to clear my mind out Well I hit the rowdy road and many kinds I met there Many stories told me of the way to get there
Chorus So on and on I go, the seconds tick the time out There's so much left to know, and I'm on the road to find out
Well in the end I'll know, but on the way I wonder Through descending snow, and through the frost and thunder I listen to the wind come howl, telling me I have to hurry I listen to the robin's song saying not to worry
Chorus
Then I found myself alone, hopin' someone would miss me Thinking about my home, and the last woman to kiss me, kiss me But sometimes you have to moan when nothing seems to suit you But nevertheless you know you're locked towards the future
Chorus 3x