(I don't own Moulin Rouge or IZ or FFN author/esses. I do own Jendai)
Character Guide for ACT I:
Toulouse: Zim (Zimlouse)
Christian: Jendai (Jentian)
Argentinean: Red (Redgentinean)
Satie: GIR (GIRie)
Audrey (bohemian writer): Mewgia-FFN authoress (Mewdrey)
Green Fairy: JC
ACT I- The Hills Are Alive...?
Paris, Earth, in the year 1900. It's night out and the other buildings in the city are invisible except for the Eiffel Tower, a windmill, and a hotel. The camera zooms in on the large, dilapidated windmill whose windmill... things are slowly turning. A man climbs out of the top, very somber.
David Bowie: (sings from atop the windmill) There was a boy... A very strange... enchanted-
Zim: (pops up behind David Bowie in a sitar costume and shoves him off the windmill) Pathetic BOWIE-human! This is ZIMLOUSE'S SONG!
David Bowie: (falling) AAAAAAAAAAAAH!! (splats)
Zimlouse: (clears his throat calmly) Eh-hem!! (singing) There was a boy
A very strange, enchanted boy
(the camera zooms out to slowly pan through the village below the windmill. Various people look up at it as Zimlouse continues singing)
They say he wandered very far, very far
Over land and sea
A little shy and sad of eye
But very wise was he...
(the camera finds the hotel again and zooms through the top window. An Irken is sitting on the floor of the room, hunched over and surrounded by liquor bottles. He looks up, showing dark circles under his eyes and tearstains)
And then one day
One magic day
He passed my way
(the Irken sits down at a typewriter, thinking and crying softly to himself)
And while we spoke of many things
Fools and kings
This he said to me...
(as Zimlouse sings, the Irken at the typewriter, whose name is Jentian, types what Zimlouse is singing)
'The greatest thing you'll ever learn
Is just to love...and be loved in return.'
Jentian as Narrator: (he types what he narrates) The Moulin Vert . . . a nightclub, the dance hall of a bordello. Ruled over by Purple Zidler. A kingdom of nighttime pleasures... Where the rich and powerful came to play with the young and beautiful creatures of the underworld. And the most beautiful of all these was the woman I loved... Takine, a courtesan. (Tak's picture flashes) She sold her love to males. They called her the "Sparkling Diamond", and she was the star... of the Moulin Vert. (pauses, wiping his eyes) The woman I loved is... dead...
Jentian: (pauses for a moment to regain his composure, then begins to type at a typewriter)
Jentian as Narrator: (typing what he narrates again) I first came to Paris, Earth, one year ago. It was 1899, the summer of love. I knew nothing of the Moulin Vert, Purple Zidler or Takine. The galaxy had been swept up in the Irkhemian Revolution. And I traveled from Conventia to be a part of it. On a hill near Paris was the village of Cabaretia. It was not as my father had said-
Old Man: (waves his cane around in flashback mode) A village of SIN!
Jentian as Narrator: (typing what he narrates again) It was the center of the Irkhemian world with musicians, painters, writers. They were known as the "Children of the Revolution." Yes, I had come to live a penniless existence. I had come to write about truth, beauty, freedom and that which I believe in above all things... LOVE.
Old Man: (flashback mode again) Always this ridiculous obsession with love!
Jentian as Narrator: There was only one problem - I'd never been in love! Luckily, right at that moment an unconscious Redgentinean fell through my roof. (Red falls through Jentian's roof, hanging by some sort of rope thingy) He was quickly joined by a midget dressed as a nun.
Zimlouse: (stepping through the door... dressed as a nun) GREETINGS!! I am Invader Henri Marie Raymond Zimlouse-Lautrec Montfa. Deepest apologies, Sir! (salutes) We were merely upstairs rehearsing a play. An AMAZING play!
Jentian: (blinks) What?
Jentian as Narrator: (typing what he narrates... he does this every time he narrates) A play, something very modern called "Spectacular, Spectacular."
Zimlouse: (grandly) And it's set in Skibowlia. (strikes a dramatic pose) SPECTACULAR SKIBOWLIA!
Jentian as Narrator: Unfortunately the unconscious Redgentinean suffered from a sickness called narcolepsy...
Zimlouse: (explaining) Perfectly fine one moment then suddenly SNORT, SNORT (snorts) unconscious the next! It is most annoying.
Mewdrey: (hey! There's FFN authors here! This one's peeking through the hole in the floor) How wonderful now that narcoleptic Redgentinean is now unconscious! And therefore the scenario will not be finished in time to present to the financiers tomorrow.
GIRie: (also peeking through the hole) HI MASTER!! I'm in a movie!
Zimlouse: GIRie! Aren't you supposed to be working on your music?
GIRie: (thinks) Yes! MUSIC NEED DOING! WHEEE!
Zimlouse: (sighs) We'll just find someone less amazing to read the part.
Mewdrey: (melodramatic) Oh where in heavens will we find someone to read the role of the young sensitive Skibowlian-poet-Goatherd? (hey, she's an authoress! Not exactly an actress... -.-)
GIRie: Hmmm... BIG MASTER READ!! ^.^ (waves at Jentian)
Jentian: What?
Jentian as Narrator: Before I knew it, I was upstairs standing in for the unconscious Redgentinean.
(the scene changes to the Irkhemians' room, which is at the top floor of the hotel. It has a mountain scene set up against one wall, a piano with bottles covering it against another, and a couple of beds shoved up against the other. A large window faces the windmill outside. Jentian is up on a ladder, GIRie is playing the piano, the Redgentinean is asleep on a bed, and Mewdrey is conducting GIRie. Zimlouse pops up from behind the hills, singing)
Zimlouse singing: (amazingly not warping his line) The hills are animated with, the symphony of descant...
GIRie: YAY! (bangs on the piano keys)
Mewdrey: (covers her ears) HEY! Oh stop, stop, stop, stop that insufferable droning is drowning out my words.
GIRie: (looks at Mewdrey) Can we put more piano? (bangs on the keys again)
Jentian as Narrator: There seem to be artistic differences over Mewdrey's lyrics to GIRie's songs... if you could call them songs...
Zimlouse: (disgustedly) I do not think a nun-beast would say such about a hill, Mewdrey-human! Perhaps he sings... eh... "THE HILLS ARE VITAL INTONING THE DESCANT!!"? (thinks) No, no, no, the hills are... umm.. eh...
Redgentinean: (wakes up, sitting upright) The hills are incarnate with symphonic melodics! (eyes cross as he falls back asleep) Zzzz..
Jentian: (up on his ladder) The . . . the hills . . .
Zimlouse: (loudly) The HIIIIILLS are chanting . . .
GIRie: The hill is BIIIIG!!
Mewdrey: The hills are..
GIRie: Frank is living in my foot!! ^.^
Zimlouse: The hills..
Jentian sings: The hiiiiiiiiiiiiiills are alive with the sound of muuuuuuusic!
Everyone: (stares in amazement)
Redgentinean: (wakes up) HELLO! "The hills are alive with the sound of music!" (stands up triumphantly) Yes! I love it!
GIRie: HILLS!!! (giggles)
Jentian sings: With songs they have sung for a thousand years!
Zimlouse: (overjoyed) Incandiferous! Mewdrey-beast! You and this Jentian should write the AMAZING show together!
Mewdrey: (scoffs) I beg your pardon?
Jentian as Narrator: But Zimlouse's suggestion that Mewdrey and I write the show together was not what Mewdrey wanted to hear...
Mewdrey: (standing outside, holding the door open) GOOD-BYE! (slams the door)
Zimlouse: (ignores Mewdrey's exit and turns to Jentian with the other Irkhemians) Yes! (holds up a shot glass and drinks) To your first job in Paris, Jentian! Eh... (thinks) One question before we allow you to begin... have you ever written anything like this before?
Jentian: (blushes, still up on his ladder) No . . . I haven't..
Redgentinean: (approaching Jentian) Ah! The boy has talent. (slaps Jentian's inner thigh with his hand and leans against it)
Jentian: O.O; (stares in disgust)
Redgentinean: (proudly) I like him! (notices where his hand is) OH GOD! (pulls it off quickly, dusting it off on his pants) Nothing funny!! I just like talent!
Zimlouse: (sings loudly and a bit off-key) "The hills are alive with the sound of music." (turns to GIRie excitedly) You see GIRie! With this Jentian we can write this TRULY Irkhemian Revolutionary... play! A play that we've always dreamt of!
GIRie: (tips his head) What about da Pur man?
Jentian as Narrator: But Zimlouse had a plan.
Zimlouse: (sneakily) I have a plan! And it is an AMAZING plan... a plan SO INCREDIBLY AMAZING that none can top it! (smirks evilly)
Irkhemians: (whispering to each other) Takine!
Jentian as Narrator: They would dress me in the Redgentinean's best suit and pass me off as a famous English writer. Once Takine heard my modern poetry, she would be astounded and insist to this "Pur Man" that I write "Spectacular, Spectacular." The only problem was I kept hearing my father's voice in my head . . .
Old Man: (waving his can in flashback mode again) You'll end up wasting your life at the Moulin Vert with a can-can dancer.
Jentian: (panicky) NO! I can't write the show for the Moulin Vert! (he tries to leave)
Zimlouse: (grabs him, tripping him) Why not?!
Jentian: (stammers nervously from the floor) I--I don't even know if I am a true Irkhemian Revolutionary.
Zimlouse: (folds his arms and narrows his eyes) Do you believe in "beauty"?
Jentian: (guardedly) Yes.
Redgentinean: (raises a fist in the air) FREEDOM?
Jentian: (quickly, still nervous) Yes, of course.
GIRie: Da truth? ^.^
Jentian: Yes!
Zimlouse: (squints one eye) Love?
J
entian: (looks at him a moment, stunned) Love? (sighs blissfully) Love! Above all things I believe in love! Love is like oxygen. (others gather close to listen in rapt attention-except for GIRie who is banging on the piano keys again) Love is a many splendid thing. Love lifts us up where we belong. All you need is love!
Zimlouse: (laughs) See, you canNOT fool us! (folds his arms smugly) You're the voice of the Children of the REVOLUTION!! You WILL write the world's FIRST Irkhemian Revolution show!
Jentian as Narrator: It was a perfect plan. I was to audition for Takine and...
Irkhemians: (pass around a bottle of green liquid, pouring each other and Jentian glasses of it)
Jentian as Narrator: ...I would taste my first glass of Absinthe.
Jentian: Thanks... (drinks the shot-glass full of Absinthe and gasps) O.O HOLY CRAP THAT'S STRONG!
JC The Green Fairy: (how many FFN authors are IN this!?) WHEEEE! (magically flies out of the Absinthe bottle in a tight, rather revealing fairy costume-which is green) HI! I'm JC! (winks)
Irkhemians and Jentian: (stare)
Jentian: (politely) Hello...
JC: (buzzes her fairy wings over to Jentian) I'm the Green Fairy! (smirks and shakes her... "torso" flirtatiously)
Zimlouse: (glowers impatiently) YES! We know who you are! Now, let us sing!
JC: (pouts) No way shortie! I didn't shove my fairy ass into this stupid costume to be ordered around to sing for a bunch of men!
Redgentinean: (confused) Then why did you do it? Aren't you supposed to be the one who leads the singing every night anyway?
JC: (shrugs) Yeah... Well, first of all, the pay was good. Second of all, I read in the script the green fairy gets to flirt with Jentian! (to Jentian) So, how about it big boy? (shows a little-er, a lot of leg.)
Jentian: (also confused) How about what?
JC: How about some of that love you Irkhemians are all so fond of? (shakes her fairy booty in Jentian's face)
Jentian: (stares nervously) Umm..
Redgentinean: How about you sing, pipsqueak? (grabs JC and throws her out the window) Sing it Tinkerbell!
JC: (pouts again) Oh fine! You all are SO impatient! (hundreds of mini-JC fairies pop up around her. They all pull out green conductor's batons) Now! One! Two! Three and four!
JC and Mini-JC army: SING!!
All Irkhemians and Jentian sing: "The hills are alive with the sound of music..." (they climb out onto the roof of the building and begin to dance, waving their glasses of Absinthe around) FREEDOM... BEAUTY...TRUTH AND LOVE!
JC sings: The hills are alive!
Irkhemians and Jentian sing: You can't fool, CHILDREN OF THE REVOLUTION!
JC sings: With the sound of music! (scoots closer to Jentian and gives him a peck on the cheek)
Mini-JC army and Irkhemians sing: Children of the revolution! Beauty! Freedom! Truth and Love!
Jentian sings: THE HILLS ARE ALIVE! (waves his glass too enthusiastically and swats JC out of the air)
JC and Mini-JC army: AAAAAAAAAAAAH! (they disappear)
Jentian as Narrator: Minus one annoying fairy and her army, we were off to the Moulin Vert, and I was to perform my poetry for Takine...
(Act II to come soon! Well? Wha'd you think? Interesting enough for you? As you can see, FFN authors are going to make appearances in this fic as minor characters... basically, I'm asking for volunteers. The only thing I need to know is, if you're male or female. PLEASE!? I'm begging yooooou!! Reviews are nice too!)
Character Guide for ACT I:
Toulouse: Zim (Zimlouse)
Christian: Jendai (Jentian)
Argentinean: Red (Redgentinean)
Satie: GIR (GIRie)
Audrey (bohemian writer): Mewgia-FFN authoress (Mewdrey)
Green Fairy: JC
ACT I- The Hills Are Alive...?
Paris, Earth, in the year 1900. It's night out and the other buildings in the city are invisible except for the Eiffel Tower, a windmill, and a hotel. The camera zooms in on the large, dilapidated windmill whose windmill... things are slowly turning. A man climbs out of the top, very somber.
David Bowie: (sings from atop the windmill) There was a boy... A very strange... enchanted-
Zim: (pops up behind David Bowie in a sitar costume and shoves him off the windmill) Pathetic BOWIE-human! This is ZIMLOUSE'S SONG!
David Bowie: (falling) AAAAAAAAAAAAH!! (splats)
Zimlouse: (clears his throat calmly) Eh-hem!! (singing) There was a boy
A very strange, enchanted boy
(the camera zooms out to slowly pan through the village below the windmill. Various people look up at it as Zimlouse continues singing)
They say he wandered very far, very far
Over land and sea
A little shy and sad of eye
But very wise was he...
(the camera finds the hotel again and zooms through the top window. An Irken is sitting on the floor of the room, hunched over and surrounded by liquor bottles. He looks up, showing dark circles under his eyes and tearstains)
And then one day
One magic day
He passed my way
(the Irken sits down at a typewriter, thinking and crying softly to himself)
And while we spoke of many things
Fools and kings
This he said to me...
(as Zimlouse sings, the Irken at the typewriter, whose name is Jentian, types what Zimlouse is singing)
'The greatest thing you'll ever learn
Is just to love...and be loved in return.'
Jentian as Narrator: (he types what he narrates) The Moulin Vert . . . a nightclub, the dance hall of a bordello. Ruled over by Purple Zidler. A kingdom of nighttime pleasures... Where the rich and powerful came to play with the young and beautiful creatures of the underworld. And the most beautiful of all these was the woman I loved... Takine, a courtesan. (Tak's picture flashes) She sold her love to males. They called her the "Sparkling Diamond", and she was the star... of the Moulin Vert. (pauses, wiping his eyes) The woman I loved is... dead...
Jentian: (pauses for a moment to regain his composure, then begins to type at a typewriter)
Jentian as Narrator: (typing what he narrates again) I first came to Paris, Earth, one year ago. It was 1899, the summer of love. I knew nothing of the Moulin Vert, Purple Zidler or Takine. The galaxy had been swept up in the Irkhemian Revolution. And I traveled from Conventia to be a part of it. On a hill near Paris was the village of Cabaretia. It was not as my father had said-
Old Man: (waves his cane around in flashback mode) A village of SIN!
Jentian as Narrator: (typing what he narrates again) It was the center of the Irkhemian world with musicians, painters, writers. They were known as the "Children of the Revolution." Yes, I had come to live a penniless existence. I had come to write about truth, beauty, freedom and that which I believe in above all things... LOVE.
Old Man: (flashback mode again) Always this ridiculous obsession with love!
Jentian as Narrator: There was only one problem - I'd never been in love! Luckily, right at that moment an unconscious Redgentinean fell through my roof. (Red falls through Jentian's roof, hanging by some sort of rope thingy) He was quickly joined by a midget dressed as a nun.
Zimlouse: (stepping through the door... dressed as a nun) GREETINGS!! I am Invader Henri Marie Raymond Zimlouse-Lautrec Montfa. Deepest apologies, Sir! (salutes) We were merely upstairs rehearsing a play. An AMAZING play!
Jentian: (blinks) What?
Jentian as Narrator: (typing what he narrates... he does this every time he narrates) A play, something very modern called "Spectacular, Spectacular."
Zimlouse: (grandly) And it's set in Skibowlia. (strikes a dramatic pose) SPECTACULAR SKIBOWLIA!
Jentian as Narrator: Unfortunately the unconscious Redgentinean suffered from a sickness called narcolepsy...
Zimlouse: (explaining) Perfectly fine one moment then suddenly SNORT, SNORT (snorts) unconscious the next! It is most annoying.
Mewdrey: (hey! There's FFN authors here! This one's peeking through the hole in the floor) How wonderful now that narcoleptic Redgentinean is now unconscious! And therefore the scenario will not be finished in time to present to the financiers tomorrow.
GIRie: (also peeking through the hole) HI MASTER!! I'm in a movie!
Zimlouse: GIRie! Aren't you supposed to be working on your music?
GIRie: (thinks) Yes! MUSIC NEED DOING! WHEEE!
Zimlouse: (sighs) We'll just find someone less amazing to read the part.
Mewdrey: (melodramatic) Oh where in heavens will we find someone to read the role of the young sensitive Skibowlian-poet-Goatherd? (hey, she's an authoress! Not exactly an actress... -.-)
GIRie: Hmmm... BIG MASTER READ!! ^.^ (waves at Jentian)
Jentian: What?
Jentian as Narrator: Before I knew it, I was upstairs standing in for the unconscious Redgentinean.
(the scene changes to the Irkhemians' room, which is at the top floor of the hotel. It has a mountain scene set up against one wall, a piano with bottles covering it against another, and a couple of beds shoved up against the other. A large window faces the windmill outside. Jentian is up on a ladder, GIRie is playing the piano, the Redgentinean is asleep on a bed, and Mewdrey is conducting GIRie. Zimlouse pops up from behind the hills, singing)
Zimlouse singing: (amazingly not warping his line) The hills are animated with, the symphony of descant...
GIRie: YAY! (bangs on the piano keys)
Mewdrey: (covers her ears) HEY! Oh stop, stop, stop, stop that insufferable droning is drowning out my words.
GIRie: (looks at Mewdrey) Can we put more piano? (bangs on the keys again)
Jentian as Narrator: There seem to be artistic differences over Mewdrey's lyrics to GIRie's songs... if you could call them songs...
Zimlouse: (disgustedly) I do not think a nun-beast would say such about a hill, Mewdrey-human! Perhaps he sings... eh... "THE HILLS ARE VITAL INTONING THE DESCANT!!"? (thinks) No, no, no, the hills are... umm.. eh...
Redgentinean: (wakes up, sitting upright) The hills are incarnate with symphonic melodics! (eyes cross as he falls back asleep) Zzzz..
Jentian: (up on his ladder) The . . . the hills . . .
Zimlouse: (loudly) The HIIIIILLS are chanting . . .
GIRie: The hill is BIIIIG!!
Mewdrey: The hills are..
GIRie: Frank is living in my foot!! ^.^
Zimlouse: The hills..
Jentian sings: The hiiiiiiiiiiiiiills are alive with the sound of muuuuuuusic!
Everyone: (stares in amazement)
Redgentinean: (wakes up) HELLO! "The hills are alive with the sound of music!" (stands up triumphantly) Yes! I love it!
GIRie: HILLS!!! (giggles)
Jentian sings: With songs they have sung for a thousand years!
Zimlouse: (overjoyed) Incandiferous! Mewdrey-beast! You and this Jentian should write the AMAZING show together!
Mewdrey: (scoffs) I beg your pardon?
Jentian as Narrator: But Zimlouse's suggestion that Mewdrey and I write the show together was not what Mewdrey wanted to hear...
Mewdrey: (standing outside, holding the door open) GOOD-BYE! (slams the door)
Zimlouse: (ignores Mewdrey's exit and turns to Jentian with the other Irkhemians) Yes! (holds up a shot glass and drinks) To your first job in Paris, Jentian! Eh... (thinks) One question before we allow you to begin... have you ever written anything like this before?
Jentian: (blushes, still up on his ladder) No . . . I haven't..
Redgentinean: (approaching Jentian) Ah! The boy has talent. (slaps Jentian's inner thigh with his hand and leans against it)
Jentian: O.O; (stares in disgust)
Redgentinean: (proudly) I like him! (notices where his hand is) OH GOD! (pulls it off quickly, dusting it off on his pants) Nothing funny!! I just like talent!
Zimlouse: (sings loudly and a bit off-key) "The hills are alive with the sound of music." (turns to GIRie excitedly) You see GIRie! With this Jentian we can write this TRULY Irkhemian Revolutionary... play! A play that we've always dreamt of!
GIRie: (tips his head) What about da Pur man?
Jentian as Narrator: But Zimlouse had a plan.
Zimlouse: (sneakily) I have a plan! And it is an AMAZING plan... a plan SO INCREDIBLY AMAZING that none can top it! (smirks evilly)
Irkhemians: (whispering to each other) Takine!
Jentian as Narrator: They would dress me in the Redgentinean's best suit and pass me off as a famous English writer. Once Takine heard my modern poetry, she would be astounded and insist to this "Pur Man" that I write "Spectacular, Spectacular." The only problem was I kept hearing my father's voice in my head . . .
Old Man: (waving his can in flashback mode again) You'll end up wasting your life at the Moulin Vert with a can-can dancer.
Jentian: (panicky) NO! I can't write the show for the Moulin Vert! (he tries to leave)
Zimlouse: (grabs him, tripping him) Why not?!
Jentian: (stammers nervously from the floor) I--I don't even know if I am a true Irkhemian Revolutionary.
Zimlouse: (folds his arms and narrows his eyes) Do you believe in "beauty"?
Jentian: (guardedly) Yes.
Redgentinean: (raises a fist in the air) FREEDOM?
Jentian: (quickly, still nervous) Yes, of course.
GIRie: Da truth? ^.^
Jentian: Yes!
Zimlouse: (squints one eye) Love?
J
entian: (looks at him a moment, stunned) Love? (sighs blissfully) Love! Above all things I believe in love! Love is like oxygen. (others gather close to listen in rapt attention-except for GIRie who is banging on the piano keys again) Love is a many splendid thing. Love lifts us up where we belong. All you need is love!
Zimlouse: (laughs) See, you canNOT fool us! (folds his arms smugly) You're the voice of the Children of the REVOLUTION!! You WILL write the world's FIRST Irkhemian Revolution show!
Jentian as Narrator: It was a perfect plan. I was to audition for Takine and...
Irkhemians: (pass around a bottle of green liquid, pouring each other and Jentian glasses of it)
Jentian as Narrator: ...I would taste my first glass of Absinthe.
Jentian: Thanks... (drinks the shot-glass full of Absinthe and gasps) O.O HOLY CRAP THAT'S STRONG!
JC The Green Fairy: (how many FFN authors are IN this!?) WHEEEE! (magically flies out of the Absinthe bottle in a tight, rather revealing fairy costume-which is green) HI! I'm JC! (winks)
Irkhemians and Jentian: (stare)
Jentian: (politely) Hello...
JC: (buzzes her fairy wings over to Jentian) I'm the Green Fairy! (smirks and shakes her... "torso" flirtatiously)
Zimlouse: (glowers impatiently) YES! We know who you are! Now, let us sing!
JC: (pouts) No way shortie! I didn't shove my fairy ass into this stupid costume to be ordered around to sing for a bunch of men!
Redgentinean: (confused) Then why did you do it? Aren't you supposed to be the one who leads the singing every night anyway?
JC: (shrugs) Yeah... Well, first of all, the pay was good. Second of all, I read in the script the green fairy gets to flirt with Jentian! (to Jentian) So, how about it big boy? (shows a little-er, a lot of leg.)
Jentian: (also confused) How about what?
JC: How about some of that love you Irkhemians are all so fond of? (shakes her fairy booty in Jentian's face)
Jentian: (stares nervously) Umm..
Redgentinean: How about you sing, pipsqueak? (grabs JC and throws her out the window) Sing it Tinkerbell!
JC: (pouts again) Oh fine! You all are SO impatient! (hundreds of mini-JC fairies pop up around her. They all pull out green conductor's batons) Now! One! Two! Three and four!
JC and Mini-JC army: SING!!
All Irkhemians and Jentian sing: "The hills are alive with the sound of music..." (they climb out onto the roof of the building and begin to dance, waving their glasses of Absinthe around) FREEDOM... BEAUTY...TRUTH AND LOVE!
JC sings: The hills are alive!
Irkhemians and Jentian sing: You can't fool, CHILDREN OF THE REVOLUTION!
JC sings: With the sound of music! (scoots closer to Jentian and gives him a peck on the cheek)
Mini-JC army and Irkhemians sing: Children of the revolution! Beauty! Freedom! Truth and Love!
Jentian sings: THE HILLS ARE ALIVE! (waves his glass too enthusiastically and swats JC out of the air)
JC and Mini-JC army: AAAAAAAAAAAAH! (they disappear)
Jentian as Narrator: Minus one annoying fairy and her army, we were off to the Moulin Vert, and I was to perform my poetry for Takine...
(Act II to come soon! Well? Wha'd you think? Interesting enough for you? As you can see, FFN authors are going to make appearances in this fic as minor characters... basically, I'm asking for volunteers. The only thing I need to know is, if you're male or female. PLEASE!? I'm begging yooooou!! Reviews are nice too!)