Author: DJRocky99
Description: I'm a sarcastic, cynical, occasionally humorous person who enjoys making fun of other things. The Moulin Rouge is good, but not good enough to escape my insane wrath...oh, and look out folks. This one's back on top, * sigh *.
Disclaimer: As of today...I own absolutely every aspect of this story! (It's amazing what you can find at some of these thrift stores around here, ya know? Hehe...)
Chapter Eight: Things Get A Little Less Messy
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A/N: Hey all. DJR here again, in the flesh, believe it or not. I just reread this whole story, and it was like walking into a brick wall. Well, I guess it was like walking into a brick wall; I don't actually know, I've always been smart enough to avoid walking into brick walls. But anywhoozle, the point is, there are a LOT of mistakes in this story, and it bothered me. So, sometime in the extremely near future (possibly even today!) I'll be systematically going through and repairing the chapters. Remember, this is for your viewing pleasure...and because I was annoyed with myself, LOL! Alright then, moving on...
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Rewind: I'm going to be perfectly honest; the last chapter was completely chaotic...though, I found it strangely amusing. Ah heck. Go read the chapter for yourself, and spare me the humiliation of having to repost it on this chapter. Hehe.
Annnnnd...CUT!
(Satine): DJ, my friend. It's "action".
[Oops.]
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(DJRocky99): And so, Satine and I went out to lunch. It was fun; we split a Hawaiian pizza from the Pizza Hut in the mall.
(Satine, after letting out a room-shaking belch): Hey...do you have some Tums or a Rolaid or something?
(DJRocky99, smiling): I just so happen to. Here ya go.
(Satine, munching): Ah, thanks.
(Christian, who has apparently regained conciousness and is sitting up): Have I been drinking?
(Satine, grinning): Funny, we were just going to ask you the same question. What the hell was that last chapter, anyway?
(Chrisitian, rubbing his left temple): I...I don't honestly know. I'm really sorry I came on to you like that. Don't know what came over me. Hey, am I bleeding?
(Satine, feeling genuinely sorry for beating the crap out of him earlier): Eh, no biggie. I'm surprised you resisted me as long you did. And no, you've stopped bleeding.
(DJRocky99, wincing): Eep. Hope that doesn't need stiches. *cough cough* Let's get on with the story, shall we?
(Chrisitian, almost in tears and whining): But it huuuuuurts!
(DJRocky99): I'm paying you.
(Chrisitian, jumping up and looking quite manly): Let's go, girls!
(DJRocky99, to Satine): Oh well, so much for the manly part. Anyways, I think we should restart the story at the part where the song, "Horrific, Horiffic" begins. It all started to go south from there, so I think it'll be a good place to start. Bring Zidler and the Duke and the Hobos back!
(Satine, patting DJR on the back): Bohemians, DJ, Bohos. You poor thing...
(DJRocky99, realizing the "error"): Oh. Yes, of course. Oops?
(Satine and DJRocky99, exchanging grins): Hehehehehe.
(Duke and Zidler, arriving at exactly the same moment, both of them with cigars and looking strangely content): Hello girls. Are we ready?
(DJRocky99, glancing at Chrisitan, and struggling to stifle a laugh): Heh...yeah, I think...hehe...so. Alright everyone; let's take it from "Horrific, Horrific!" And...
(Baz, looking confused and glaring at DJRocky99): Who the hell are YOU?!
(DJRocky99, running away): ACTION!
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(Zidler, letting out an enourmous yawn): It will be...
(DJRocky99, spinning an obviously uninterested finger in the air): Whoopie.
(Zidler, singing...or something that would resemble singing, if it came from another person): Horrific, Horrific
I can't be too specific
About this new, frightening play
And that is all I'm bound to say!
(whispering)
If we make any money, returns are fixed at three percent.
Damn, I said three? That wasn't what I meant...
And on top of your fee...
(DJRocky99, interrupting): De ja vu.
(Bohemians, ignoring her and singing in unision):...you'll be involved occasionally! So damn frightening, the audience will run and hide! So terrifying, some people might just faint and die! So damn frightening, the audience will run and hide! So terrifying, some people might just faint and die!
(Christian, bouncing up and down): I'm in it!
(Toulouse, playing "Ring-Around-The-Rosy" with Sadie): And me!
(Zidler, doing his best runway "model walk"): Me too...smooch!
(Satine, deadpan, just standing off to the side, bemused by the others' antics): Yeah. Me too. Hoorah.
(DJRocky99, snickering): This looks like the start of a beautfiul friendship.
(Narcoleptic, with a Vulcan-death-grip on a bottle of Absinthe, and with a hiccup): I...I! I will be in it...too!
(Toulouse, sighing): We all...fall...down!
(Everyone, together): Firefighters! Muscle builders! People related to contortionists! Pina coladas, champagne, at midnight in the dunes on the cape! Christmas lights, machinery, powered by electricity!
So damn frightening, the audience will run and hide! So terrifying, some people might just faint and die! So damn frightening, the audience will run and hide! So terrifying, some people might just faint and die!
Horrific, horrific
I can't be too specific
About this new, frightening play
That is all I'm bound to say.
The hills quake with the sound of our singing! So damn frightening, the audience will run and hide! So terrifying, some people might just faint and die!So damn frightening, the audience will run and hide! So terrifying, some people might just faint and die!
(Duke, writing in his journal, not realizing he's talk out loud and they've stopped singing): Dear Diary, today I met the cutest guy named Chr...Ack!
(Bohemians, wide-eyed): WHAT?!
(Duke, noticing everyone staring at him): Umm so, like, what happens in the end?
(Christian, clearing his throat): Ahem. The courtesan and the actor man, create an evil diabolical plan...
(Satine, showing a streak of evilness not seen before):...to kill the evil rodent in his sleep one day...
(Christian, seeing where Satine's going with this):..or at least threaten to if he doesn't admit he's super gay.
(Duke, "singing"): It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside...
(Bohemians, cringing): Yeah, yeah whatever.
So damn frightening, the audience will run and hide! So terrifying, some people might just faint and die!
(Chrisitan, excited): Penniless actor's bad acting allows them to escape...even though the rodent threatens with a song, the couple just runs on and on.
(Zidler, shouting): Roar! I am the Evil Gay Mutant Alien that crash landed in Roswell, New Mexico! You will do my bidding!
(Satine, snickering): Pfft...Harry, nobody could do that quite as well as you. Well, except maybe the Du-
(DJRocky99, stepping on Satine's foot): Shhhhhhh!
(Satine, trying to cover): -dley DoRight! Holy cow, is that Brendan Fraser hot, or what? And in "George of the Jungle"? Hot stuff!
(DJRocky99, nodding in agreement): Amen to that, sister. I'd swing on his vine any day of the week...if ya know what I mean...
(Baz, who's been tapping his foot and glancing his Fossil watch): Ladies? We have a show going on here, remember?
(Satine, sheepishly): Yeah. Sorry, Baz, sir.
(Zidler, speaking up): No one's going to!
(Satine, confused): Going to what?
(Zidler, annoyed): Play the Evil Gay Mutant Alien that crash landed in Roswell, New Mexico better than I am!
(Satine, remembering): Oh yeah.
(Everyone, together): So terrifying, maybe they'll laugh before they cry!
(Duke, butting in): And in the end, can someone die?
(Satine, thinking): Hell yeah!
(Everyone, together, again): So damn frightening, the audience will run and hide! So terrifying, some people might just faint and die...!
[End song. Phew.]
(Duke, looking bored): Generally I like it.
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(Chrisitan, narrating): Yippee. Zidler had an investor and a potential "life partner". And the Bohemians finally got a job.
(DJRocky99, menacingly): I thought I warned you about narrating?
(Christian, meekly): Eep!
(DJRocky99, changing her mind): Nevermind. Less work for me. You go ahead, old buddy. Heh heh.
(Toulouse, with a slight staggar): Yay! The Bohemian Revolution is here!
(Christian, unamused): How do you know?
(Toulouse, matter-of-factly): Well, I saw it on TV. Dick Clark was in Time's Square and there was this big glowing ball and he said, "Happy Bohemia-"
(DJRocky99, with a sigh): You guys think WE'RE impossible?!
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[A/N]: Well...I think that'll be a sufficent dosage of maddness for today. I must say, I'm particularly proud of the song, LOL! It's amazing what one can do when one has too much time on one's hands, isn't it? Hehe. Anyway, please read and review and all that good stuff. "One Day I'll Fly Away" will be made over in the next chapter, so be sure to keep an eye...who knows, I might even have it done before the weekend.
So until next time...this is DJRocky99, signing off!
Description: I'm a sarcastic, cynical, occasionally humorous person who enjoys making fun of other things. The Moulin Rouge is good, but not good enough to escape my insane wrath...oh, and look out folks. This one's back on top, * sigh *.
Disclaimer: As of today...I own absolutely every aspect of this story! (It's amazing what you can find at some of these thrift stores around here, ya know? Hehe...)
Chapter Eight: Things Get A Little Less Messy
~=~=~=~=~
A/N: Hey all. DJR here again, in the flesh, believe it or not. I just reread this whole story, and it was like walking into a brick wall. Well, I guess it was like walking into a brick wall; I don't actually know, I've always been smart enough to avoid walking into brick walls. But anywhoozle, the point is, there are a LOT of mistakes in this story, and it bothered me. So, sometime in the extremely near future (possibly even today!) I'll be systematically going through and repairing the chapters. Remember, this is for your viewing pleasure...and because I was annoyed with myself, LOL! Alright then, moving on...
~=~=~=~=~
Rewind: I'm going to be perfectly honest; the last chapter was completely chaotic...though, I found it strangely amusing. Ah heck. Go read the chapter for yourself, and spare me the humiliation of having to repost it on this chapter. Hehe.
Annnnnd...CUT!
(Satine): DJ, my friend. It's "action".
[Oops.]
~=~=~=~=~
(DJRocky99): And so, Satine and I went out to lunch. It was fun; we split a Hawaiian pizza from the Pizza Hut in the mall.
(Satine, after letting out a room-shaking belch): Hey...do you have some Tums or a Rolaid or something?
(DJRocky99, smiling): I just so happen to. Here ya go.
(Satine, munching): Ah, thanks.
(Christian, who has apparently regained conciousness and is sitting up): Have I been drinking?
(Satine, grinning): Funny, we were just going to ask you the same question. What the hell was that last chapter, anyway?
(Chrisitian, rubbing his left temple): I...I don't honestly know. I'm really sorry I came on to you like that. Don't know what came over me. Hey, am I bleeding?
(Satine, feeling genuinely sorry for beating the crap out of him earlier): Eh, no biggie. I'm surprised you resisted me as long you did. And no, you've stopped bleeding.
(DJRocky99, wincing): Eep. Hope that doesn't need stiches. *cough cough* Let's get on with the story, shall we?
(Chrisitian, almost in tears and whining): But it huuuuuurts!
(DJRocky99): I'm paying you.
(Chrisitian, jumping up and looking quite manly): Let's go, girls!
(DJRocky99, to Satine): Oh well, so much for the manly part. Anyways, I think we should restart the story at the part where the song, "Horrific, Horiffic" begins. It all started to go south from there, so I think it'll be a good place to start. Bring Zidler and the Duke and the Hobos back!
(Satine, patting DJR on the back): Bohemians, DJ, Bohos. You poor thing...
(DJRocky99, realizing the "error"): Oh. Yes, of course. Oops?
(Satine and DJRocky99, exchanging grins): Hehehehehe.
(Duke and Zidler, arriving at exactly the same moment, both of them with cigars and looking strangely content): Hello girls. Are we ready?
(DJRocky99, glancing at Chrisitan, and struggling to stifle a laugh): Heh...yeah, I think...hehe...so. Alright everyone; let's take it from "Horrific, Horrific!" And...
(Baz, looking confused and glaring at DJRocky99): Who the hell are YOU?!
(DJRocky99, running away): ACTION!
~=~=~=~=~
(Zidler, letting out an enourmous yawn): It will be...
(DJRocky99, spinning an obviously uninterested finger in the air): Whoopie.
(Zidler, singing...or something that would resemble singing, if it came from another person): Horrific, Horrific
I can't be too specific
About this new, frightening play
And that is all I'm bound to say!
(whispering)
If we make any money, returns are fixed at three percent.
Damn, I said three? That wasn't what I meant...
And on top of your fee...
(DJRocky99, interrupting): De ja vu.
(Bohemians, ignoring her and singing in unision):...you'll be involved occasionally! So damn frightening, the audience will run and hide! So terrifying, some people might just faint and die! So damn frightening, the audience will run and hide! So terrifying, some people might just faint and die!
(Christian, bouncing up and down): I'm in it!
(Toulouse, playing "Ring-Around-The-Rosy" with Sadie): And me!
(Zidler, doing his best runway "model walk"): Me too...smooch!
(Satine, deadpan, just standing off to the side, bemused by the others' antics): Yeah. Me too. Hoorah.
(DJRocky99, snickering): This looks like the start of a beautfiul friendship.
(Narcoleptic, with a Vulcan-death-grip on a bottle of Absinthe, and with a hiccup): I...I! I will be in it...too!
(Toulouse, sighing): We all...fall...down!
(Everyone, together): Firefighters! Muscle builders! People related to contortionists! Pina coladas, champagne, at midnight in the dunes on the cape! Christmas lights, machinery, powered by electricity!
So damn frightening, the audience will run and hide! So terrifying, some people might just faint and die! So damn frightening, the audience will run and hide! So terrifying, some people might just faint and die!
Horrific, horrific
I can't be too specific
About this new, frightening play
That is all I'm bound to say.
The hills quake with the sound of our singing! So damn frightening, the audience will run and hide! So terrifying, some people might just faint and die!So damn frightening, the audience will run and hide! So terrifying, some people might just faint and die!
(Duke, writing in his journal, not realizing he's talk out loud and they've stopped singing): Dear Diary, today I met the cutest guy named Chr...Ack!
(Bohemians, wide-eyed): WHAT?!
(Duke, noticing everyone staring at him): Umm so, like, what happens in the end?
(Christian, clearing his throat): Ahem. The courtesan and the actor man, create an evil diabolical plan...
(Satine, showing a streak of evilness not seen before):...to kill the evil rodent in his sleep one day...
(Christian, seeing where Satine's going with this):..or at least threaten to if he doesn't admit he's super gay.
(Duke, "singing"): It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside...
(Bohemians, cringing): Yeah, yeah whatever.
So damn frightening, the audience will run and hide! So terrifying, some people might just faint and die!
(Chrisitan, excited): Penniless actor's bad acting allows them to escape...even though the rodent threatens with a song, the couple just runs on and on.
(Zidler, shouting): Roar! I am the Evil Gay Mutant Alien that crash landed in Roswell, New Mexico! You will do my bidding!
(Satine, snickering): Pfft...Harry, nobody could do that quite as well as you. Well, except maybe the Du-
(DJRocky99, stepping on Satine's foot): Shhhhhhh!
(Satine, trying to cover): -dley DoRight! Holy cow, is that Brendan Fraser hot, or what? And in "George of the Jungle"? Hot stuff!
(DJRocky99, nodding in agreement): Amen to that, sister. I'd swing on his vine any day of the week...if ya know what I mean...
(Baz, who's been tapping his foot and glancing his Fossil watch): Ladies? We have a show going on here, remember?
(Satine, sheepishly): Yeah. Sorry, Baz, sir.
(Zidler, speaking up): No one's going to!
(Satine, confused): Going to what?
(Zidler, annoyed): Play the Evil Gay Mutant Alien that crash landed in Roswell, New Mexico better than I am!
(Satine, remembering): Oh yeah.
(Everyone, together): So terrifying, maybe they'll laugh before they cry!
(Duke, butting in): And in the end, can someone die?
(Satine, thinking): Hell yeah!
(Everyone, together, again): So damn frightening, the audience will run and hide! So terrifying, some people might just faint and die...!
[End song. Phew.]
(Duke, looking bored): Generally I like it.
~=~=~=~=~
(Chrisitan, narrating): Yippee. Zidler had an investor and a potential "life partner". And the Bohemians finally got a job.
(DJRocky99, menacingly): I thought I warned you about narrating?
(Christian, meekly): Eep!
(DJRocky99, changing her mind): Nevermind. Less work for me. You go ahead, old buddy. Heh heh.
(Toulouse, with a slight staggar): Yay! The Bohemian Revolution is here!
(Christian, unamused): How do you know?
(Toulouse, matter-of-factly): Well, I saw it on TV. Dick Clark was in Time's Square and there was this big glowing ball and he said, "Happy Bohemia-"
(DJRocky99, with a sigh): You guys think WE'RE impossible?!
~=~=~=~=~
[A/N]: Well...I think that'll be a sufficent dosage of maddness for today. I must say, I'm particularly proud of the song, LOL! It's amazing what one can do when one has too much time on one's hands, isn't it? Hehe. Anyway, please read and review and all that good stuff. "One Day I'll Fly Away" will be made over in the next chapter, so be sure to keep an eye...who knows, I might even have it done before the weekend.
So until next time...this is DJRocky99, signing off!