I had to split up Your Song and Spectacular Spectacular. I tried it together and it came out to about 30 pages long. No one wants to sit and read on person's rambling for that long. So you will have to bear with me on this one. I split it into 3 parts, Your Song, The Duke, and Spectacular Spectacular. So here it goes. Remember to review at the end.
Look at my hat. I have crumpled it so much it has a million creases. Are all men waiting for Satine this nervous? I doubt it. I cannot believe Toulouse is making me do this. I have no poetry prepared, and I don't know what to say. This is not the way I want this to go. She is changing while I am in the room. That really calms me down, knowing she is ten feet away with no cloths. At least she will be dressed when I see her. Oh God, what will I say when I see her?
SATINE: This is a wonderful place for a poetry reading.
Did I say dressed? What she is wearing is no more then a loin cloth.
SATINE: Don't you think? Hm? Poetic……enough……for you?
I can hardly speak. She is even more beautiful in person. Her blue eyes and fiery red hair are amazingly gorgeous. Why won't my voice work?
CHRISTIAN: Yes.
Say something Christian. Don't just stand there looking lost. You're a poet for Christ sake, so think of something, and stop arguing with yourself.
SATINE: A little supper? Maybe some champagne?
I couldn't possibly eat with these nerves. No I think it would be better just to get to work.
CHRISTIAN: I'd rather just, um……get it over and done with.
I said something wrong already. She dropped the champagne, and although she tried covering it I saw the look of surprise in her eyes.
SATINE: Oh……
There is that smile again. Every time she smiles my knees go weak and I lose my breath.
SATINE: Very well. Then why don't you……come down here.
What is she doing? Poetry does not involve the laying on a bed with a half naked beauty.
SATINE: And let's get it over and done with……
CHRISTIAN: I……prefer to do it standing.
There is that confused look again. I am not doing well with this at all.
SATINE: Oh……
Um... Maybe it might be better if she just stayed sitting down. She is not as demanding when she is sitting.
CHRISTIAN:You don't have to stand, I mean. It's sometimes that……It's quite long. And I'd like you to be comfortable.
The look, she is giving me that confused look. Why the bloody hell can I not stop babbling?
CHRISTIAN: It's quite modern, what I do, and it may feel a little strange at first, but I think, if you're open, then, then you might enjoy it.
SATINE: I'm sure I will……
CHRISTIAN: Excuse me.
Ok I could use with an idea now. Uh... come on Christian. Alright I think I am ready.
CHRISTIAN: The……
No, not yet. Um... the stars are beautiful tonight. I guess I could use that.
CHRISTIAN: The sky……is……
What is she doing? The sounds she is making are not helping.
CHRISTIAN: The sky……the blue...birds……
Oh, what am I going to do. What did I learn when watching the play rehearsals back home? Blowing raspberries helps you to relax. Its not helping.
CHRISTIAN: Come on……come on……
I think I can do this.
CHRISTIAN: I think--……
Oh... why must she do that?
CHRISTIAN:……Why am I so shaky?
SATINE: Um…… Is everything all right?
Not in the least. Well maybe if I tell her the truth she will understand. It's worth a shot.
CHRISTIAN: Uh……I-I……I'm a little nervous. It's just, sometimes, it takes a while for……um……
SATINE: Ohhh……
At least she seems to understand.
CHRISTIAN: You know, inspiration to come……
SATINE: Oh, yes, yes, yes…… Let mummy help, hm?
What the hell is she doing? Oh my...
SATINE: Does that inspire you?
Not quite the inspiration I was looking for. That just made my problem a hell of a lot worse.Why is she throwing me on the bed?
SATINE: Let's make love.
What? This is not what I came to do.
CHRISTIAN: Make love?
SATINE: You want to, don't you?
Not really. This is what my father warned me against. I have to stop her--, uh oh that feels good,--now.
CHRISTIAN: Well, I……I came to——
She won't let me talk. She's undressing me! I have to stop this before I give in.
SATINE: No, tell the truth. You feel the poetry!
This is not poetry, this is sex!
CHRISTIAN: What?
SATINE: Oh, come on…… whoo! Feel it! Tiger!
Not my pants. Her screams are actually quite appealing, in a scary way. Stop it Christian, this is not what you want. Oh God, well now she knows I want her.
SATINE: Big boy…… Oh, yes, I need your poetry now!
I... must... get... away... now!
CHRISTIAN: All right!
Ok I'm on the other side of the room. If she comes towards me I can run up the steps. Now I have to give her poetry to stop this madness. Oh, I hope that fall didn't hurt.
CHRISTIAN: It's a little bit funny!
SATINE: What?
Well, I have her attention.
CHRISTIAN: This...feeling inside.
Side... side... hide!
CHRISTIAN: I'm not one of those……who can……who can easily hide. Is this……is this okay? Is this what you want?
She seems ok with this.
SATINE: Ohhh, poetry…… Yes……yes……yes, this is what I want, naughty words!
Must she take everything that way. It's art, not sex.
CHRISTIAN: I-I don't……
SATINE: Oh, yes, naughty!
This is unbelievable. I have to stop her before I just go over and put my lips to hers to stop her from making these sounds.
CHRISTIAN: I don't have much money, but……but boy if I did. I'd buy a big house where we where we both could live……
She is insane. She is an insane goddess who I am completely taken with.
CHRISTIAN: So……if I were a sculptor, but, then again, no. Or a man who makes potions in a traveling show
Is anything I'm saying making sense? Actually I don't think it would matter because she is not paying attention. I am never going to get the job this way.
SATINE: Oh, wonderful……
She is going to give herself a concussion if she keeps this up. I can't continue like this.
SATINE: Oh, don't……don't…… don't! Oh, don't stop!
At least I know she is listening. Maybe this is her way of enjoying poetry. If it is then she really is insane.
CHRISTIAN: I……I know it's not much……
SATINE: Give me more! Yes! YES!
Amazing. Isn't she getting tired from all that rolling and banging and everything else she is doing? I have to do something to make her stop or she is going to hurt herself. I could sing, but that might make me as insane as her. Plus me singing to the best singer in all of France is quite stupid.
CHRISTIAN: But it's the best I can do……
SATINE: Naughty! Don't stop! Yes! Yes! YE——
I don't know what else to do, so here it goes. I can't look at her when I start. Ok here I go, one two three...
CHRISTIAN: MY GIFT IS MY SONG
Well that got her attention. She is looking at me like I am an angel, almost like I was looking at her.
CHRISTIAN: AND THIS ONE'S FOR YOU
The words are coming to me freely now. I just have to sing what I feel and I'll be fine.
CHRISTIAN: AND YOU CAN TELL EVERYBODY
THAT THIS IS YOUR SONG
IT MAY BE QUITE SIMPLE, BUT
NOW THAT IT'S DONE
HOPE YOU DON'T MIND
I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND
THAT I PUT DOWN IN WORDS
HOW WONDERFUL LIFE IS
NOW YOU'RE IN THE WORLD
She is getting up. She is so beautiful when she is being herself. Those eyes are peering so far into me it is amazing.
CHRISTIAN: I SAT ON THE ROOF
AND I KICKED OFF THE MOSS
She is coming towards me as though I hypnotized her. I cannot believe it.
CHRISTIAN: WELL, SOME OF THESE VERSES, WELL THEY
THEY GOT ME QUITE CROSSED
She is standing next to me and giving me a genuine smile. It is not one of her Sparkling Diamond smiles, but a real smile.
CHRISTIAN: BUT THE SUN'S BEEN KIND
WHILE I WROTE THIS SONG
IT'S FOR PEOPLE LIKE YOU, THAT
KEEP IT TURNED ON
Her eyes. I have to tell her how beautiful her eyes are. Those crystal blue orbs that are boring into me. I love those eyes.
CHRISTIAN: SO EXCUSE ME FORGETTING
BUT THESE THINGS I DO
YOU SEE, I'VE FORGOTTEN
IF THEY'RE GREEN OR THEY'RE BLUE
ANYWAY, THE THING IS
WHAT I REALLY MEAN
Her hand is so warm and soft. I just want to kiss is, but no. I can't do that. I have to keep singing. I cannot get her started on her sexual rampage again.
CHRISTIAN: YOURS ARE THE SWEETEST EYES
I'VE EVER SEEN
As I dance with her I feel like I am dancing across the clouds. The moon is singing a romantic Italian song and we are dancing in a swirl of clouds and sparkles, which I protect her from with a random pink umbrella. It is more romantic than any of my stories. It is the magic of love.
CHRISTIAN: AND YOU CAN TELL EVERYBODY
THIS IS YOUR SONG
IT MAY BE QUITE SIMPLE BUT
NOW THAT IT'S DONE
I'm leaning against the EiffelTower singing all my love to Satine. She is like an angel wrapped in moonlight. This is really love. This is not just lust anymore, this is really love.
CHRISTIAN:I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND
I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND
THAT I PUT DOWN IN WORDS HOW WONDERFUL LIFE IS
I think she loves me to. This is the most amazing night of my life.
CHRISTIAN: NOW YOU'RE IN THE WORLD
We are back in the elephant. That was such a perfect song for such a perfect woman. I'm twirling her so much that I am making myself dizzy. I don't want to let her go so I'm holding her against me. I long so much to finally kiss her but she is talking. Her mouth is hypnotizing me.
SATINE: Oh……I can't believe it. I'm in love.
I can't help but smile. She love me. I can't believe it she loves me.
SATINE: I'm in love with a young, handsome, talented Duke.
Duke? Who's a Duke? She can't possibly think I'm a Duke. Toulouse must have told her I was a Duke who wrote just to get me this meeting.
CHRISTIAN: Duke?
SATINE: Mm, not that the title's important, of course.
I have to tell her I'm not a Duke. I cannot let her think I have money. Toulouse and his liesseem to cause tomanyproblems.
CHRISTIAN: I'm not a Duke.
SATINE: Not a Duke?
Her lips are so close to mine. I can feel their warmth. After I tell her who I am I can finallykiss them.
CHRISTIAN: I'm a writer.
SATINE: A writer?
It sounds so wonderful when she says it. It sounds as though I am something special. I have never felt like this before.
CHRISTIAN: Yes, a writer.
What is wrong? Why is she backing up like that? I must have said something wrong.
SATINE: No……
No? Being a writer is not that bad. I thought Toulouse told her I was a writer. I though she only saw me because I was a writer. Something is wrong here.
CHRISTIAN: Toulouse——
SATINE: Toulouse?
I don't like the look of horror that crossed her face as she said his name. Something has been messed up tonight and I have the feeling Toulouse is at the center of it.
SATINE: Oh no…… No, not another of Toulouse's oh-so-talented, charmingly bohemian, tragically impoverished prodigies……
That sounds a lot like me. I never though of myself that way. Yeah I guess I am.
CHRISTIAN: Well, you might say that.
SATINE: Oh no!
It cannot really be that bad. I don't understand what is going on. Why is my being a writer such a major problem for her?
SATINE: I am going to kill him!
This is not how this night was supposed to end. She is trying to get away from me. She is running so fast for the door. She must think I am a horrible person for lying to her. Except I didn't lie on purpose. Oh, what did you do Toulouse?
CHRISTIAN: Toulouse told me——
SATINE: What about the Duke?
Who is this Duke she talking about and what does he have to do with anything? Why are Zidler and some man talking right outside the door? So many questions are running through my mind right now.
ZIDLER: My dear Duke……
SATINE: The Duke!
CHRISTIAN: The Duke?
So that's the Duke. Satine just slammed the door in his face. What the bloody hell is going on here?
SATINE: Hide!
Hide? Hiding behind her robe as the Duke and Harold come in is not going to do very much good. We are going to be caught, and judging by Satine's reaction to this whole ordeal, this Duke is not going to be happy.
Part one is done. I will right the next part of this scene as soon as I can. Until then keep reviewing.