Moulin ROuge 2: Lady Marmalade
By
Sailor Miaka
Author's Note's: Hey all! Once again thanks to my lovely awesome and incredible reviewers! Happy Readings!
Disclaimer's: I do not own Moulin Rouge in anyway shape or form. Baz Luhrman does.
Moulin Rouge 2: Lady Marmalade
Chapter 4
"Creole Lady Marmalade"
Dameon Looked at the red windmill in awe. He had rebuilt this place. He felt a sense a pride and yet shame at being responsible for bringing back a whorehouse. His thoughts wondered back to Miss Velvette. A tiny little girl he was shocked to discover was only 16 years old. She pushed all of her employees hard and pushed herself even harder. They broke the mold when she was born, he thought to himself.
The girls had begun practicing their routine's. Hour after hour their legs kicked, their voices raised in song. Even as the construction workers worked above them. They loved their work. For the first time, Dameon understood the so called "Diamond Dogs." They choose a customer, not the other way around. He admired them for their abilities and yet pitied them for they were only alotted a short amount of time. One mistake could be fatal to their career. Dameon did not envy them, not for all their money.
"The Moulin Rouge opens tonight." he said softly to no one in particular. The posters everywhere proclaimed the introduction of an attraction unique to the Moulin Rouge
"Creole Lady Marmalade"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The men waited in anticipation. They wanted to see this star. They were all aching for her. The whole room gasped for breath when the fabulous glass doors opened and the ranks of the Diamond Dogs came out into the open for the first time in two years. They surveyed the crowd and drank in all the emotions. Baby-Doll, Nini, and Arabia stepped to the front. Nini laughed as their audience grew silent and the music began.
"Where's all my soul sisters? Lemme hear you flow sisters!"
"Hey sister go sister, soul sister flow sister,
Hey sister go sister, soul sister flow sister"
"He met Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge," sang Baby-doll,
"Strutting her stuff down the street.
She said 'Hello, Hey Joe! You wanna give it a go-o?"
The chorus girls began thier dance as they all sang together:
"Gitchee gitchee ya-ya da-daaaa.
Gitchee gitchee yeah yeah eeeee.
Mocha chocka latta yah yah."
Creole Lady Marmalade.
"Voules Vous Couche avec moi ce soir?
Voules Vous Couche avec moi ce soir?"
Nini did several high kicks into the air to announce her enterance.
"He sat in her boudiour while she freshened up,
Boy drank all that magnolia wine.
On her black satin sheets, I swear he started to freak yeah!"
"Gitchee gitchee ya-ya da-daaaa.
Gitchee gitchee yeah yeah eeeee.
Mocha chocka latta yah yah."
Creole Lady Marmalade.
"Voules Vous Couche avec moi ce soir?
Voules Vous Couche avec moi ce soir?"
Arabia stepped forward, revelling in the spotlight she seldom got as a singer.
"We come through with money in the garter belts,
let 'em know we got the cake, straight out the gate,
We are independant women some mistakes us for whores,
I'm saying why spend mine when i can spend yours?
Disagree well thats you and I am sorry.
I'm a keep playing these cats out I aint sorry.
Wearing High heeled shoes getting love form the dudes,
we're the Diamond Dogs from the Moulin Rouge!
Hey sisters, Soul sista's! Gotta get that dough sista's!
We drink wine with diamonds in the glass,
Buy us the case, We're the meaning of expensive tastes.
You wanna gitchee gitchee yah yah? Or mocha chocka latta?
You want Creole Lady Marmalade!"
The girls came together in a delicious harmony, heralding their star.
"Marmalade!"
The music was pulsing. It made her adrenaline pump and her eyes sparkle. She'd waited so long for a chance like this, for a chance to shine.
"Lady Marmalade!"
Sweat rolled down her back, dampening the aqua green dress she wore. Her hair in curls around her face, her eyes framed in kohl and shadows. She was ready. They were waiting for her.
"Marmalade!"
She stepped out into the light and let her voice fly
"Hey Hey HEYYYYYYYY!"
"Its the touch of my skin,
It feels silky smooth,
The color of Cafe au Lait.
Alright, babe...the silent beast inside
Roars until you cry out
For More, More, More!
Now you're back home doing the nine to five,
Living the grey flannel life,
But when you turn off to sleep the memories keep
You screaming for more! More!..."
Tha audience screamed the word
"MORE!"
"Gitchee gitchee ya-ya da-daaaa.
Gitchee gitchee yeah yeah eeeee.
mocha chocka latta yah yah."
"I am Creole Lady Marmalade!"
"Voules Vous Couche avec moi ce soir?
Voules Vous Couche avec moi ce soir?
Voules Vous Couche avec moi ce soir?
Voules Vous Couche avec moi ce soir?"
Harold's voice came ringing out over the crowd:
"Baby-doll!"
Baby did a turn and sang:"Voules?".
"Nini"
Nini, in turn, belted out "Lady Marmalade!"
"Arabia!"
"Hey! Hey! uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh!"
"Tatoo!"
"Ooohhh-ooooohhh"
"Madame Fromarge!"
"Babyyyy"
"Moulin Rouge!"
They all gathered around Lady Marmalade as she rose into the sky on a velvet swing that her sister had once occupied!"
"CREOLE LADY MARMALADE! oooooooohhhhhhhhh yesssss!"
THe applause was defening. Each girl was thriving off the adreniline and emotion in the room. Harold was tallying up the profits in his head. And backstage, out of sight where no one could see her, the fabulous Creole Lady Marmalade looked at her sweaty face in the mirror before leaning over a trash bin and vomitting up what little food and liquid she had in her stomach. When her stomach stopped, Velvette raised her head to look once more into the mirror and said to her tired reflection.
"I AM Creole Lady Marmalade!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Lady Marmalade" Belongs to Patti LaBelle and the company who did the version that apearred in Moulin Rouge
By
Sailor Miaka
Author's Note's: Hey all! Once again thanks to my lovely awesome and incredible reviewers! Happy Readings!
Disclaimer's: I do not own Moulin Rouge in anyway shape or form. Baz Luhrman does.
Moulin Rouge 2: Lady Marmalade
Chapter 4
"Creole Lady Marmalade"
Dameon Looked at the red windmill in awe. He had rebuilt this place. He felt a sense a pride and yet shame at being responsible for bringing back a whorehouse. His thoughts wondered back to Miss Velvette. A tiny little girl he was shocked to discover was only 16 years old. She pushed all of her employees hard and pushed herself even harder. They broke the mold when she was born, he thought to himself.
The girls had begun practicing their routine's. Hour after hour their legs kicked, their voices raised in song. Even as the construction workers worked above them. They loved their work. For the first time, Dameon understood the so called "Diamond Dogs." They choose a customer, not the other way around. He admired them for their abilities and yet pitied them for they were only alotted a short amount of time. One mistake could be fatal to their career. Dameon did not envy them, not for all their money.
"The Moulin Rouge opens tonight." he said softly to no one in particular. The posters everywhere proclaimed the introduction of an attraction unique to the Moulin Rouge
"Creole Lady Marmalade"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The men waited in anticipation. They wanted to see this star. They were all aching for her. The whole room gasped for breath when the fabulous glass doors opened and the ranks of the Diamond Dogs came out into the open for the first time in two years. They surveyed the crowd and drank in all the emotions. Baby-Doll, Nini, and Arabia stepped to the front. Nini laughed as their audience grew silent and the music began.
"Where's all my soul sisters? Lemme hear you flow sisters!"
"Hey sister go sister, soul sister flow sister,
Hey sister go sister, soul sister flow sister"
"He met Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge," sang Baby-doll,
"Strutting her stuff down the street.
She said 'Hello, Hey Joe! You wanna give it a go-o?"
The chorus girls began thier dance as they all sang together:
"Gitchee gitchee ya-ya da-daaaa.
Gitchee gitchee yeah yeah eeeee.
Mocha chocka latta yah yah."
Creole Lady Marmalade.
"Voules Vous Couche avec moi ce soir?
Voules Vous Couche avec moi ce soir?"
Nini did several high kicks into the air to announce her enterance.
"He sat in her boudiour while she freshened up,
Boy drank all that magnolia wine.
On her black satin sheets, I swear he started to freak yeah!"
"Gitchee gitchee ya-ya da-daaaa.
Gitchee gitchee yeah yeah eeeee.
Mocha chocka latta yah yah."
Creole Lady Marmalade.
"Voules Vous Couche avec moi ce soir?
Voules Vous Couche avec moi ce soir?"
Arabia stepped forward, revelling in the spotlight she seldom got as a singer.
"We come through with money in the garter belts,
let 'em know we got the cake, straight out the gate,
We are independant women some mistakes us for whores,
I'm saying why spend mine when i can spend yours?
Disagree well thats you and I am sorry.
I'm a keep playing these cats out I aint sorry.
Wearing High heeled shoes getting love form the dudes,
we're the Diamond Dogs from the Moulin Rouge!
Hey sisters, Soul sista's! Gotta get that dough sista's!
We drink wine with diamonds in the glass,
Buy us the case, We're the meaning of expensive tastes.
You wanna gitchee gitchee yah yah? Or mocha chocka latta?
You want Creole Lady Marmalade!"
The girls came together in a delicious harmony, heralding their star.
"Marmalade!"
The music was pulsing. It made her adrenaline pump and her eyes sparkle. She'd waited so long for a chance like this, for a chance to shine.
"Lady Marmalade!"
Sweat rolled down her back, dampening the aqua green dress she wore. Her hair in curls around her face, her eyes framed in kohl and shadows. She was ready. They were waiting for her.
"Marmalade!"
She stepped out into the light and let her voice fly
"Hey Hey HEYYYYYYYY!"
"Its the touch of my skin,
It feels silky smooth,
The color of Cafe au Lait.
Alright, babe...the silent beast inside
Roars until you cry out
For More, More, More!
Now you're back home doing the nine to five,
Living the grey flannel life,
But when you turn off to sleep the memories keep
You screaming for more! More!..."
Tha audience screamed the word
"MORE!"
"Gitchee gitchee ya-ya da-daaaa.
Gitchee gitchee yeah yeah eeeee.
mocha chocka latta yah yah."
"I am Creole Lady Marmalade!"
"Voules Vous Couche avec moi ce soir?
Voules Vous Couche avec moi ce soir?
Voules Vous Couche avec moi ce soir?
Voules Vous Couche avec moi ce soir?"
Harold's voice came ringing out over the crowd:
"Baby-doll!"
Baby did a turn and sang:"Voules?".
"Nini"
Nini, in turn, belted out "Lady Marmalade!"
"Arabia!"
"Hey! Hey! uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh!"
"Tatoo!"
"Ooohhh-ooooohhh"
"Madame Fromarge!"
"Babyyyy"
"Moulin Rouge!"
They all gathered around Lady Marmalade as she rose into the sky on a velvet swing that her sister had once occupied!"
"CREOLE LADY MARMALADE! oooooooohhhhhhhhh yesssss!"
THe applause was defening. Each girl was thriving off the adreniline and emotion in the room. Harold was tallying up the profits in his head. And backstage, out of sight where no one could see her, the fabulous Creole Lady Marmalade looked at her sweaty face in the mirror before leaning over a trash bin and vomitting up what little food and liquid she had in her stomach. When her stomach stopped, Velvette raised her head to look once more into the mirror and said to her tired reflection.
"I AM Creole Lady Marmalade!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Lady Marmalade" Belongs to Patti LaBelle and the company who did the version that apearred in Moulin Rouge