We entered the apartment below Toulouse's, startling Christian and Satine
reclining on the couch enough for them to spring apart and pretend to be
discussing lines.
"Hewwo Chwistian! It's juwst me, down't wowwy! Look who I bwought with me!" Toulouse called as he gestured to where Abby and I stood waiting behind him, "I tawked to hew," pointing at me, "and she's a twue bohemian! Twue bohemians aww hawd to find!"
"Hello!" Christian greeted us with a friendly smile on his face, standing up and walking over.
I smiled back and shook his hand.
"Hello Christian, my name is Alaina. I was just wondering... do you think I could help with Spectacular Spectacular?" I asked, blushing at my own impertinence.
"How did you know about Spectacuwew Spectacuwew?" Toulouse wondered out loud, "I didn't tell you."
Oh no, whoops. I thought quickly of an excuse, "I... just heard so much about it already. It's going to be a great show! I know I can't probably can't contribute that much because I'm young; but if you let me, I'd love to help!" I burst out, clasping my hands together nervously. Please Please............
"Weww I think she has tawent...... What do you think Chwistian?"
Christian looked amused, "You always had a soft spot for a pretty girl, Toulouse, but you know I trust your judgement. Ok, I guess we could use her somewhere. She can be a singer," he answered, looking through his music sheets for a part for me, "Wait!" he yelled, jumping up excitedly, "We need someone to be the little girl who sells Satine flowers in scene 1!" He turned to me, "What about? You up for it?"
"You bet!"
YAHHH! I'm in Spectacular Spectaculer! YAHHHHH!
"Um," Abby interrupted from behind me, raising her hand, "Alaina, can we go now?"
As in GO OUT OF THE MOVIE!!! Her eyes said.
"Oh Hello, Christian," she said, as if just noticing him, and smiled, "We have to do something, so will you excuse us?" She nodded without waiting for an answer, and started to pull me out of his apartment. I twisted out of her grip and whispered forcefully, "No, Abbs, I want to stay and work on my part! I know I can do good! I AM a bohemian! Truth, Beauty, Freedom, and Love, remember? Please, respect my decision to stay. You can go back if you want to, but I'm staying in the movie!"
There, I said it!!! Too bad she didn't hear me.
"What? I didn't hear you," she whispered back.
I sighed, "Nevermind, I'm just going to hang out here for a while, ok? You can go look for a way out."
"Alright, if I find anything or if I don't, I'll meet you in Toulouse's apartment tonight."
"Agreed."
We shook hands and she turned to go. I hesitated, then called her back.
"Abby? I'm sorry I dragged you into this." I said softly.
This time she heard me. She ran back in and hugged me, and as I embraced my best bud in the whole world, I wondered if I would ever see her again. If she found a way.... Would she be able to return to Toulouse's apartment? I didn't think so, and to this day I hold true that she didn't either. We were saying goodbye in our own ways.
I'll miss you buddy, I thought while I watched from the window as she ran by in the alley below. Bye...
"Hewwo Chwistian! It's juwst me, down't wowwy! Look who I bwought with me!" Toulouse called as he gestured to where Abby and I stood waiting behind him, "I tawked to hew," pointing at me, "and she's a twue bohemian! Twue bohemians aww hawd to find!"
"Hello!" Christian greeted us with a friendly smile on his face, standing up and walking over.
I smiled back and shook his hand.
"Hello Christian, my name is Alaina. I was just wondering... do you think I could help with Spectacular Spectacular?" I asked, blushing at my own impertinence.
"How did you know about Spectacuwew Spectacuwew?" Toulouse wondered out loud, "I didn't tell you."
Oh no, whoops. I thought quickly of an excuse, "I... just heard so much about it already. It's going to be a great show! I know I can't probably can't contribute that much because I'm young; but if you let me, I'd love to help!" I burst out, clasping my hands together nervously. Please Please............
"Weww I think she has tawent...... What do you think Chwistian?"
Christian looked amused, "You always had a soft spot for a pretty girl, Toulouse, but you know I trust your judgement. Ok, I guess we could use her somewhere. She can be a singer," he answered, looking through his music sheets for a part for me, "Wait!" he yelled, jumping up excitedly, "We need someone to be the little girl who sells Satine flowers in scene 1!" He turned to me, "What about? You up for it?"
"You bet!"
YAHHH! I'm in Spectacular Spectaculer! YAHHHHH!
"Um," Abby interrupted from behind me, raising her hand, "Alaina, can we go now?"
As in GO OUT OF THE MOVIE!!! Her eyes said.
"Oh Hello, Christian," she said, as if just noticing him, and smiled, "We have to do something, so will you excuse us?" She nodded without waiting for an answer, and started to pull me out of his apartment. I twisted out of her grip and whispered forcefully, "No, Abbs, I want to stay and work on my part! I know I can do good! I AM a bohemian! Truth, Beauty, Freedom, and Love, remember? Please, respect my decision to stay. You can go back if you want to, but I'm staying in the movie!"
There, I said it!!! Too bad she didn't hear me.
"What? I didn't hear you," she whispered back.
I sighed, "Nevermind, I'm just going to hang out here for a while, ok? You can go look for a way out."
"Alright, if I find anything or if I don't, I'll meet you in Toulouse's apartment tonight."
"Agreed."
We shook hands and she turned to go. I hesitated, then called her back.
"Abby? I'm sorry I dragged you into this." I said softly.
This time she heard me. She ran back in and hugged me, and as I embraced my best bud in the whole world, I wondered if I would ever see her again. If she found a way.... Would she be able to return to Toulouse's apartment? I didn't think so, and to this day I hold true that she didn't either. We were saying goodbye in our own ways.
I'll miss you buddy, I thought while I watched from the window as she ran by in the alley below. Bye...