Authors note- ok ok, i'll go through the "owning" thing. I don't own any
characters from Moulin Rouge (obviously) or quotes from Space Ghost, or the
song 'Meet me in the Redroom' that I used in the first chapter. Did I cover
everything? Ok.
We crept solemnly into Toulouse's room above Christian's. This was an important moment. Then we started giggling hysterically.
"Who is that? Chwistian? Hewwo?" Toulouse called as he waddled into the room. We dove for a hiding spot behind the piano, but I didn't make it before he saw me.
"Who aww you?" he asked, coming over and helping me up from my position sprawled on the ground between the piano and the door.
"I down't know you."
"Um..." I stuttered, "I just heard so much about you, you're such a great artist... I wanted to meet you," I finished lamely. Toulouse inspected me, and I twirled for him, blushing.
"You aww intewesting," he commented, "Would you mind if I painted you?"
I clapped my hands to my cheeks and jumped up and down excitedly.
"Really, Really, You want to paint me?!"
Toulouse nodded, his eyes twinkling, "You weaw bweeches but you aww vewy much a woman."
Does he think I'm a prostitute, I wondered belatedly, this is Montemarte after all. I sobered, glaring at the floor. Toulouse may have caught my general line of thought because the twinkle in his eye changed from unreadable to concerned and compassionate.
"Nevewmind, deaw, I'm not in the painting mood anyway. Why did you come to Montemarte?"
"I want to be a bohemian revolutionary," I said earnestly with bright eyes.
"That's wonderful! Do you believe in Freedom?"
"Yes!"
"Beauty?"
"Yes!"
"Truth?"
"YES!"
"Love?"
"Love?" Toulouse caught his breath as I went on, "I believe in Love above everything! Love is life!"
"Ah! That's beauwutiful! You aww a true bohemian!" A thought seemed to strike him.
"Would you like to meet my fweinds? Chwistian, Satine, and the othiws?"
"Oh yes!" I breathed, "I would like that above all things."
I was about to leave when I remembered Abby. Whoops.
"Hey Toulouse?"
"What, deawie?"
"Can my friend come, too?"
"Of course!"
I pulled her out from behind the couch and we walked out hand in hand with Toulouse. Could this day get better. I'm not willing to play a prostitute for him, but I do love Toulouse. And I finally got to meet him face to face. I'm holding his hand. And he thinks of me as a boho friend! As i thought these things, a warm happy glow spread through me. So this is what it's like when dreams come true? How delightful.
Abby didn't feel the same way. In her mind, this was a nightmare. She didn't know how to get home, and Toulouse's hand was cold and clammy! At least I'll get to meet Christian, she thought, and resigned herself to the walk. For now. Then she was getting out of this film.
The girls both sighed at the same time.
We crept solemnly into Toulouse's room above Christian's. This was an important moment. Then we started giggling hysterically.
"Who is that? Chwistian? Hewwo?" Toulouse called as he waddled into the room. We dove for a hiding spot behind the piano, but I didn't make it before he saw me.
"Who aww you?" he asked, coming over and helping me up from my position sprawled on the ground between the piano and the door.
"I down't know you."
"Um..." I stuttered, "I just heard so much about you, you're such a great artist... I wanted to meet you," I finished lamely. Toulouse inspected me, and I twirled for him, blushing.
"You aww intewesting," he commented, "Would you mind if I painted you?"
I clapped my hands to my cheeks and jumped up and down excitedly.
"Really, Really, You want to paint me?!"
Toulouse nodded, his eyes twinkling, "You weaw bweeches but you aww vewy much a woman."
Does he think I'm a prostitute, I wondered belatedly, this is Montemarte after all. I sobered, glaring at the floor. Toulouse may have caught my general line of thought because the twinkle in his eye changed from unreadable to concerned and compassionate.
"Nevewmind, deaw, I'm not in the painting mood anyway. Why did you come to Montemarte?"
"I want to be a bohemian revolutionary," I said earnestly with bright eyes.
"That's wonderful! Do you believe in Freedom?"
"Yes!"
"Beauty?"
"Yes!"
"Truth?"
"YES!"
"Love?"
"Love?" Toulouse caught his breath as I went on, "I believe in Love above everything! Love is life!"
"Ah! That's beauwutiful! You aww a true bohemian!" A thought seemed to strike him.
"Would you like to meet my fweinds? Chwistian, Satine, and the othiws?"
"Oh yes!" I breathed, "I would like that above all things."
I was about to leave when I remembered Abby. Whoops.
"Hey Toulouse?"
"What, deawie?"
"Can my friend come, too?"
"Of course!"
I pulled her out from behind the couch and we walked out hand in hand with Toulouse. Could this day get better. I'm not willing to play a prostitute for him, but I do love Toulouse. And I finally got to meet him face to face. I'm holding his hand. And he thinks of me as a boho friend! As i thought these things, a warm happy glow spread through me. So this is what it's like when dreams come true? How delightful.
Abby didn't feel the same way. In her mind, this was a nightmare. She didn't know how to get home, and Toulouse's hand was cold and clammy! At least I'll get to meet Christian, she thought, and resigned herself to the walk. For now. Then she was getting out of this film.
The girls both sighed at the same time.