The Way It Should Be

A DJRocky99 expenditure…brought to you by numerous corporate sponsors who chose to remain anonymous because they've got no idea what to expect from me, a raving lunatic, and they were possibly scared by my numerous rude, insulting phone calls and fake letters full of baking soda. But please, rest assured: this story WAS endorsed by many people who make a lot of money off of different things and in different ways, none of which I can legally go into detail about.

But enough about me; this story is for you, the readers. Obviously, if I wrote this for me, I'd become terribly bored and probably not even bother. Anyway, this is DJRocky99. The woman, the mystery…please, please, if you could all just line up here, to my left, I promise to begin the autograph session in a few moments. Alright! Enough time wasted already. The point of the matter is…I'm pregnant! No, no, no. That is most definitely not it. The point of the matter is that this is NOT the original story. I gave fair warning, long ago, that I was going to systematically go through and revamp bits and pieces of the chapters.

That time has come.

Fear not! This version is actually funnier than the original! I know that may be hard to believe (and I know what you're thinking: "It wasn't funny the first time, so I should HOPE that it's funny this time!" I want you to stop thinking that immediately), but it's true. I've had at least two people tell me that this version is better. And that makes me happy, because I want you guys to be happy.


And who knows…with all this work going on, I may even add a new chapter or two. And it's about damn time, isn't it?

For anyone who hasn't made the mist…I mean, who hasn't had the joy of reading my story yet: you're in for a treat. This is my humble (ha!) little parody of what will someday, maybe, or maybe not, be known as a classic movie: Moulin Rouge. You probably knew that, though, if you were ambling around the Moulin Rouge category here at fanfiction.net unless, of course, I just randomly gave you a link to my story…and it looks like I'm babbling again.

The point of the matter is, there were many issues that I felt were unresolved or at the very least unaddressed in Moulin Rouge: underlying homo , a lack of female companionship, and lots of other problems with big words. Without directly stating these things, even though I just did, I hope that this little rewrite of the script will make you laugh AND make you think.

If it makes you laugh, I've done my job. If it makes you think, I've done my job. But if it makes you think about why you're laughing, or if you laugh because of what you're thinking, then I've done my job well and can expect a promotion or a bonus in this month's salary. And mommy needs a new pair of shoes.

The important thing is, enjoy your stay here. Leave your inhibitions at the door, and be sure to get your hand stamped!

One more quick note, for those who read the original: I cannot even begin to thank each and every one of you who encouraged my insanity and offered advice when I was in severe need of it. Well, you guys are STILL needed. I'm crazier than ever, and I'm taking another crack at this script rewrite thing. I'm going to leave the original floating around, in case there's anyone who prefers that one to this one. Either way, I hope you guys like my work as much as you used to. Also, the oft-promised ending that everyone so desire(s) will be tacked on to *this* story, not the original.

Now, go read! =)

Signed,

DJRocky99