Disclaimer – Moulin Rouge is not mine. I am just a penniless writer playing around with things...
This is my attempt at some humor...if it's not funny that's ok, hope you like it anyway...
My Lady! Where are you? I've spent all night trying to find you! I miss your beautiful face – a face so bright. A face that can melt anyone's heart. I'm no poet, so my words can't do you justice. You deserve a better man than me.
My fair Lady! Why don't you dance for me? The night is still young, the moon is still singing with the rhythm of the night! Those can-can dancers can learn a thing or two from your graceful moves. Please! Come and dance! Take all my troubles away...
Sweet Green Lady, fly to me! Fly with your sparkling wings of green to me! Ensnare my senses! Fly me to that drunken bliss of yours. Bring me to the stars...
Christian and Satie struggled to carry Toulouse up the rickety stairs. Once again he was totally drunk. As they climbed each step the dwarf mumbled about the Green Fairy. When they reached his cramped apartment they had to navigate around all the junk that lay around. Pushing some garbage off his bed they laid their drunken friend down.
"Gween Lady!"
"Toulouse?"
"NO!" he shouted back. "I want the Gween Faiwy!" he slurred.
Christian looked a little worried. The poor boy had only known the bohemians a mere 34 hours. Satie just shrugged.
"He'll be fine in the morning."
"It is the morning," Christian pointed out.
Satie considered this. "Well, he'll be fine anyway. He always gets like this."
"How long has this been going on?"
"Since he came to Paris."
"When was that?"
"When he was thirteen."
"Are you serious?" Christian looked horrified.
"No, but it's been over twenty years," Satie said.
"SHUSH! You'll scare her awaaay," Toulouse mumbled with a stupid grin on his face...or at least they thought it was a grin.
Satie rolled his eyes and led Christian out of the room, letting Toulouse dream of his precious Green Fairy.