"I don't think that this is a good idea." Rachel said to Monica. They were standing right in from of Madam Zertez Magic Shop.

"Come on. I've wanted to come here for weeks." Monica said while pulling Rachel into the store. The moment they entered they were greeted by a sudden rush of excitement and feat. Everywhere you looked, there were candles, crystal and jars full of sands, flowers, insects and things that they couldn't even begin to identify.

"WHAT…can I do for you?" A voice boomed from behind them. Rachel let out a great yelp and pumped into Monica's arms. Monica didn't seem fazed at all. She sighed and dropped Rachel to the floor.

"You really shouldn't go around scaring people like that." Rachel said rising to her feel. "And your really should drop people on their butts. MAN…that hurt… I think I broke my ass."

"You didn't break you're ass." Monica said.

"I said, what can I do for you?" The woman said. There was a silence. "Alright how about this, what is your names…wait don't tell me…Monica…and…Rachel."

At this point Monica AND Rachel were creeped out.

"How in the hell? How did you know our name?" Rachel asked scared.

"Oh I know many things about the two of you." The woman said while taking a step towards the two. "I also know that you tow long for excitement and adventure." Rachel stretched a broad smile on her face. "…and pie." She finished. Monica then had a broad smile plastered on her face.

"Pie?" Rachel asked as she starred at Monica.

"What I like pie…who doesn't like pie….SHUT UP!"

"Mt name is Madam Zertez, this is my shop….welcome." She then led them further into her store. "What can I do for you ladies? Would you like to conjure spirits? Fame? Fortune?...Pie?"

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, pie right here I want the pie!" Monica said with a small dance.

Rachel let out a small sigh and rolled her eyes. "What like of spells can you do?"

"I have a limitless supply of spell. Take a look around and if there is anything that you are interested in buying let me know." With that said Madam Zertez walked into her parlor in the back and left the two in the room all by their selves.

"Do you see anything?" Rachel asked.

"Nope nothing on pie." Monica answered.

"Would you get off the damn pie?" Rachel said in a short voice.

"What time is it?" Monica interrupted while Rachel was reading through a spell book on how to conjure spirits.

"Uhh…eight thirty-five." Rachel said while looking at her watch. "Oh shit! We have to get home and finish the rest of our movie!"

"What is this?" Madam Zertez said suddenly as while entering the room.

"We are missing one of our favorite musicals in the entire world." Rachel said with a concerned look in her face.

"And what would that be?" Madam Zertez asked while walking towards them.

Rachel then fumbled through her purse and pulled out the cover of this weeks T.V. Guide. Moulin Rouge Marathon tonight at 9pm.

"You saved the freaking cover?" Monica asked with a concerned look on her face.

"Yeah…well….you're always talking about pie!" Rachel defended.

"Yeah but…you kept the cover." Monica mumbled. Rachel glared at her and took a step towards the door by Madam Zertez blocked their way.

"Look, we don't have any money and we didn't break anything so if you would please…let us go." Rachel tried again to leave the room but Madam Zertez stuck out her hand.

"Give me the picture." She said in a mysterious monotone.

"Thanks by…uh no thank…come on Monica let's go." Rachel said in a now somewhat quivering voice.

"How bad do you want to see that movie?" Madam Zertez asked.

"Not as bad as I want to live." Monica said. Rachel and Monica were very slowly backing away form Madam Zertez, but with every half step they took, Madam Zertez to one whole one.

"I am about to offer you to opportunity of a life time." Madam Zertez said.

"I knew it! Where is the camera….we're on Scared Tactics right?" Monica asked. Madam Zertez didn't answer.

"How would you like to meet Christian and Satine?" Madam Zertez asked. When she said this Rachel was no longer scared. "Ewen and Nichole are here!"

"Wait a minute. You said Christia—you know their real names right?" Monica asked.

"Yes I do but I said Christian and Satine." Madam Zertez was now wandering around the room picking up her merchandise and setting them back down at irregular intervals.

"Do you mean…do a spell." Rachel asked more intrigued.

"Well we are in a magic shop so…" Monica said with a 'duh' expression on her face. Rachel glared at Monica and continued to follow Madam Zertez around the room.

"How exactly does this work?" Rachel asked.

"First I must hear an answer from the tow of you…yes or no? Do you want to see them or fell them."

Monica then thought feeling Ewen "I'm in I'm in I'm soooo freaking in."

"So it's settled. Yes." Rachel answered. Madam Zertez smiled and told them to follow her to the back of the room. When they entered, they starred in awe at all of the candles lit. The room was very smoky and full of a calming energy.

"please sit." Madam Zertez instructed the two. Rachel and Monica sat next to a now seated Madam Zertez. "I will need that picture." She said.

Rachel obliged and handed her the picture. Madam Zertez then took out a vile full of this sky blue liquid. Rachel and Monica starred in amazements as she poured the liquid into the cup and said

Éstos dos joven chica buscar aventura

Engo destino hacer no ser decir

Algo las…..Ah screw it…my Spanish is horrible.

Let these two young girl have adventure

Fate don't be mean

Let these two find adventure

Let then find Christian and Satine.

"That was kind of cute." Rachel said.

Suddenly their entire room began to shake. "Do you feel weird?" Monica asked Rachel while breathing heavily.

"As a matter….now that you mention it…..Oh my God Monica…you're fading!"

It was true, Monica was beginning to disappear. It started at her feet and began to work it's way up.

"Holy shit…so are you Rachel!" Monica screamed at her now fading friend. "What the hell have you done to us."

"Right now it is knowledge that you lack

But only tears can bring you back"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Rachel asked with a puzzled look on her face.

If it is home you wish to return

This riddle you must remember and learn

"Oh crap this bitch is crazyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!" And with that they were gone.

When Monica woke up she saw that she was in a room that she had never been before. She looked around and then down at the clothing that she was wearing. A red corsed with gold and black beading with a golden boom was what she was wearing. Not the Blue floral blouse and blue jeans that she had picked to wear that morning.

Suddenly, Monica looked up to see a man enter the room. When he laid eyes on her he looked just as shocked as she did. "Who in gods name are you!" He hollered.

"Who the fuck are you!" Monica yelled back.

"This is my room, I believe you have this place mistaken for you own." The man said not moving a muscle.

"You can say that again." Monica repeated under her breathe.

Without warning a short stump of a man entered to room continuing a conversation that he was previously having. She didn't quiet chat what it was but all she hears was something about something being Swiss. Then she remembered. She knew who these people were. "oh my fucking God! NO! This can't be happening!" Monica then began to hyperventilate.

The young man rushed ot her aid and began to fan her with a few sheets of paper that he had previously had in his hand. "Miss, I am not quite sure who you are…or….how you got here but….are you alright?"

"As a matter of fact…now that you mention it…yeah I am." Monica got to her feet and began to walk around the room. The short not saying a word began to follow her.

"Excuse me but…who are you?" The man asked.

"Oh…I'm sorry… my name is Monica, Monica Arriaga and you are Christian and this is…"

"How do you do? My name is Henri de Raymond Toulouse-Lautrec Montfa. I'm terribly sorry about all this. We are rehearsing a play." He almost had to jump up to grab her hand and shake it.

The tall attractive man, who was still standing in the corner with a somewhat concerned look on his face then said. "How do you know my name?"

Highly doubting that he would believe her from the future bit she decided to lie. "I live near here and have seen you on several occasions." The shock then faded form Christians face and was replaced with the warm cute….SEXY smile that he was known for.

"We are rehearsing a play, something very modern called "Spectacular, Spectacular." The small man said with a broad smile on his face. "Would you like to come up and help us with the SNORE SNORE play. I'm sorry that was my narcolepsy."

"I would be delighted to come." Monica said with a smile. Christian just smiled and nodded.

When Monica was in the room she starred in awe over the room and it's content. She had never seen a Absinthesizer up close before and was fervent to see how it was played.

After all of the introductions were in order, Monica and Christan watched the team go to work.

"The hills are animated with, the euphonious symphony of descant . . ." One man began.

All of a sudden an man by the name of Satie interrupted him, "Stop, stop, stop!"

Christian then leaned over to Monica and whispered into her ear, "There seem to be artistic differences over Audrey's lyrics to Satie's songs."

Monica let out a small giggle.

Satie was hard a work thinking when suddenly he looked as if he had a stoke of genius, What if he sings "The hills are vital intoning the descant"?"

The Doctor rolled his eyes and huffed, "No, no, no, the hills are"

The Argentinean didn't let the doctor finish his thought though, "The hills are incarnate with symphonic melodies." No sooner than when he said that, he fell asleep.

Monica was having the time of her life watching the madness. She then looked over to Christian who kept repeating the words over and over.

♪ The hills are alive with the sound of music . . . ♪

Suddenly the Argentinean woke up and repeated exactly what Christian had just did.

Monica was amazed. "Waite a second you can actually sing in this thing? That rocks." She said to herself.

Christian continued, ♪songs they have sung for a thousand years. ♪

The Argentinean rushed over to Christian and reached up to pat him on the back. "Incandiferous! Audrey, you two should write the show together."

Let just say Audrey did not look as enthusiastic as the others. Looking appalled at the very thought of it made him storm out of the room.

Satie took a step forward and asked Christian, "No offense, but have you ever written anything like this before?"

Christian had a somewhat uneasy look on his face, "No."

Monica then seized the moment, ": Ah! The boy has talent." Monica then put her hand on Christians shoulder. ''I like him! Nothing funny I just like talent. Toulouse: "The hills are
alive with the sound of music."

"See Satie, with Christian you can write this truly Bohemian Revolutionary show that you've always dreamt of." She couldn't resist. She knew the movie so well that she had to say it.

The little man waddled over to Monica with a puzzled look in his face. "Waite a second, how do you know what it is that we have been dreaming about….WITCH !" He then began to run around the room screaming. He was so busy running around the room he failed to see the rug. With that being said he fell flat on his face.

"I'm not a witch I'm just observant." Monica said with a worried look on her face she prayed that no one would discover hr secret.

Satie strolled over to Christian and said with a seriouse face, "Yes but how will we convince Zidler?"

Toulouse then had a stroke og genuies. He rose from off the floor and rushed over to Monica and Christian. "Satine!"

Monica smiled and faced Christian, "Yes, we will dress you in the Argentinean's best suit and pass you off as a famous English writer. Once Satine hears your modern poetry, she
would be astounded and insist to Zidler that you write "Spectacular, Spectacular."!" Monica then began to dance around the room with joy. She was so excited about what was about to happen.

The dancing was soon stopped by the sudden interruption of Christian. "No! I can't write the show for the Moulin Rouge."

"Why?" Monica asked forgetting the ansewer.

": I-I don't even know if I am a true Bohemian Revolutionary." Christian said with a hesitant look on his face

Monica tried as hard as she could to think about what was going to happen next, but she had forgotten. Hoe could she have forgotten her favorite movie?

"Do you believe in beauty?" Toulouse asked.

"Yes." Christian answered.

"Freedom?" The Doctor asked inching in a little closer to Christian.

"Yes."

"Truth?" Satie asked.

"Yes."

"Love?" The Doctor asked again.

There was now this passion in Christians eyes that Monica had never seen when she watched the movies. " Love? Love. Above all things I believe in love. Love is like
oxygen. Love is a many splendored thing. Love lifts us up to where we belong. All you need is love!"

"Please don't start that again." There was a pause. Monica was so into the moment that she completely skipped everything and was saying Satines likes. She smiled embarrassed at everyone who was starring at her as if she had gone completely mad. "I apologize." She began. "I though you said…uh... something else."

Toulouse then went over to the liquor cabinet and began to pour a drink. "Let's drink to the new writer of the world's first Bohemian Revolutionary show!"

He then handed Monica the glass, but Monica knew well what was in that drink. "I don't think so." She took the glass and set it down on the table behind her. She was about to turn and tell Christian not to drink the Absinthe. But it was too late, the glass was already empty.