I'm sorry it took so long to update. I have just been so busy, and I also have taken a liking to myspace roleplaying now too. That means I am dividing my time between fanfics and hanging on there. Anyways, I'll end my rambling and get on with the story. This is the scene where Christian first meets the bohemians. Now read and review!
I sat at my type writer trying to write about what I believe most in, Truth, Beauty, Freedom, and Love. Above all things I wanted to write about love. There is only one problem. I have never been in love.
CHRISTIAN: Wha...
A man just came crashing through my roof, unconscious! Who is that little man dressed as a nun standing at my door and what does he want with me?
TOULOUSE: How do you do? My name is Henri-Marie-Raymond de Toulouse-Lautrec-Monfa.
I have no idea what he just said. It sounded like he said his name, except with eight names included.
CHRISTIAN: What?
He just walked right over and started untying the sleeping man. I know I should help but I can't seem to make my legs move.
TOULOUSE: I'm terribly sorry about all this. We were just upstairs rehearsing a play.
CHRISTIAN: What?
A play? What is this man rambling about?
TOULOUSE: And it's set in Switzerland.
I am so very confused!
TOULOUSE: Perfectly fine one moment, then suddenly (snores) unconscious the next.
The little man just plopped down at my type writer as three other men stick their heads through the ceiling.
SATIE: How is he?
Asleep and hanging there obviously.
AUDREY: How wonderful, now the Narcoleptic Argentinean is now unconscious, and therefore the scenario will not be finished in time to present to the financier tomorrow.
I cannot tell if that is a women or a man. I think it might be a cross dressing man.
SATIE: Right, Toulouse. I still have to finish the music.
I can't help but listen to the conversation going on around me, although they are acting as though I'm not here.
TOULOUSE: We'll just find someone to read the part.
AUDREY: Now, where, in heaven's name, are we going to find someone to read the role of the young, sensitive, Swiss poet goat herder?
Oh no. They can't expect me to play the part. Why am I being dragged out of the door and up the steps? No, I can't do this.
Sometime later...
This is utter madness. The music is awful and being played on some horrible instrument, and Audrey is just running around like a chicken with it's head cut off. What on earth is going on here?
TOULOUSE: THE HILLS ARE ABLAZE WITH THE EUPHONIOUS SYMPHONIES OF DESCANT!
Are they even real words? There has to be something more simple to put in place of those huge words.
AUDREY: Oh stop, stop! Stop, stop, stop, stop!
Well, maybe Audrey finally realizes the absurdity of these words.
AUDREY: That insufferable droning is drowning out my words!
Nope! He or she thinks the music is the problem. Someone has to fix these words.
AUDREY: Could we please just stick to a little decorative piano?
THE DOCTOR: I don't think a nun would say that about a hill.
Well at least someone is thinking along the same lines as me. These words are pathetic.
SATIE: What if he sings, "The hills are vital in toning the descant?"
It is so hard to keep from laughing at the ridiculousness of these words and the people coming up with them.
TOULOUSE: No, no, "The hills quake and shake!"
They keep arguing but there suggestions are just as unfitting as the original words. I think that "the hills are alive with the sound of music" would fit perfectly.
THE DOCTOR: No, no, no, no, "The hills…tone…"
ARGENTINEAN: The hills are incanate with symphonic melodics!
He's awake! No, he's out again. If I could get over there rumble of voices I would tell them what I have in mind.
SATIE: Frankie is living in my foot.
What? Frankie... oh never mind. They are all insane! If they would only listen to me. Oh I give up!
CHRISTIAN: THE HILLS ARE ALIVE, WITH THE SOUND OF MUSIC.
Wow, that is a deadly silence. I wish someone would speak.
ARGENTINEAN: The hills are alive with the sound of music? I love it!
At least one of them likes it.
THE DOCTOR: The hills are alive…
TOULOUSE: …WITH THE SOUND…
SATIE: …OF MUSIC. It fits perfectly.
They actually like it. I don't know why, but more of the song just came to me.
CHRISTIAN: WITH SONGS THEY HAVE SUNG
FOR A THOUSAND YEARS.
They all like it a lot. There shouts of excitement take away a lot of the anxiety I had about singing it them.
TOULOUSE: Incandiferous! Audrey…you two should write the show together.
No. He's not serious.
AUDREY: I beg your pardon?
Uh oh. Audrey isn't happy at all.
AUDREY: Goodbye!
No one seems overly upset that they just lost there writer. Why are they all turning to me now?
TOULOUSE: Here's to your first job in Paris.
I can't believe I am writing the show for these bohemians. It doesn't seem possible. I can't write for them.
SATIE: Toulouse…Zidler will never agree. No offense, but have you ever written anything like this before?
Like what? I haven't written anything, except for a few poems.
CHRISTIAN: No!
ARGENTINEAN: Bah, the boy has talent!
Wow! Not where I wanted him to touch me. Please move your hand...
ARGENTINEAN: I like him! Nothing funny…(Nervous laugh) I just like talent.
What have I gotten myself into? I can hardly hear what they are saying in their little huddle. I have no idea what they want me to do.
TOULOUSE: The hills are alive with the sound of music. See, Satie, with Christian we can write a truly bohemian revolutionary show that we've always dreamt of!
I can't believe Toulouse thinks I can actually write this play. He is out of his mind.
SATIE: But how will we convince Zidler?
TOULOUSE: …Satine…
Who is Satine?
CHRISTIAN: Satine…?
They know I am listening to their plans and they keep looking back. This is all too absurd for me to think about. They want to dress me in the Argentinean's best suit and pass me off as a famous English writer. Once Satine, whoever she is, has my modern poetry, she will be astounded and insist to Zidler, another unfamiliar name, that I write Spectacular Spectacular. I can't do this though. I know they are planning on sending me to the Moulin Rouge, but all I hear is my father's voice telling me that I will end up wasting my life at the Moulin Rouge with a can-can dancer. They are wrong about me. I can't do this. I am just going to let them down. I can't...
CHRISTIAN: I can't write the show for the Moulin Rouge!
I have to get out of here before I lose my mind completely!
TOULOUSE: Why not?
How do I explain that I am just a penniless writer to them? I dream of the bohemian ideals but I don't actually know anything about them.
CHRISTIAN: I don't even know if I am a true bohemian revolutionary!
BOHOS: What?
They can't be that surprised!
TOULOUSE: Do you believe in beauty?
Of course I do.
CHRISTIAN: Yes…
ARGENTINEAN: Freedom?
How can't I?
CHRISTIAN: Yes, of course.
SATIE: Truth?
Once again, of course I do.
CHRISTIAN: …Yes.
THE DOCTOR: Love?
Love... how can I not believe in love? Love is the most wonderful gift that can be bestowed upon someone.
CHRISTIAN: Love? Love…above all things, I believe in love. Love is like oxygen. Love is a many splendored thing. Love lifts us up where we belong, all you need is love!
TOULOUSE: Oh! See, you can't fool us! You're the voice of the Children of the Revolution!
BOHOS: We can't be fooled!
I guess I am a true Child of the Revolution. I really am. And now I have been swept into the world of the bohemians and can find where I belong.
TOULOUSE: Let's drink to the new writer of the world's first bohemian revolutionary show!
Ick! The Argentinean insists on being around me. He kissed me and it was not very pleasant. I have no idea what they are giving me to drink, but by God I hope it is strong. It has a horrible, bitter taste, but the moment I ingest it I feel it effects. I hear music all around me and the world is spinning.
DAVID BOWIE (V.O.): THERE WAS A BOY
There is defiantly a fairy floating around the room. She is quite good looking too!
GREEN FAIRY: I am the Green Fairy.
I watch with the boho's as she flies into the sky singing my song!
GREEN FAIRY: THE HILLS ARE ALIVE
I can't help but laugh and sing along. I feel so good and light. There is nothing wrong in the world. I just want to have fun!
GREEN FAIRY, CHRISTIAN, and BOHOS: WITH THE SOUND OF MUSIC
I am enjoying the way she is dancing very much. Her body is amazing, and her outfit could only be better if it wasn't on. The Green Fairy is amazing.
DAVID BOWIE (V.O.): A VERY STRANGE, ENCHANTED BOY
The next thing I know I am dressed in the Argentinian's suit and we are on the balcony with the Green Fairy. Everything is spinning round and round. I feel myself fall forward and into a spiral of never ending colors and lights. The wonder of it all is amazing. And there at the end of the tunnel is the bright and wonderful MOULIN ROUGE!
Not that great of a chapter, I know. I am trying to get back into the swing of things. I would love to hear your opinion on it though. Please review. And along with the reviews, suggestions for the next chapter are appreciated. I am out of ideas!