A/N yet another story from my hand.. I love the story of Moulin Rouge... and thought it would fit perfectly for Piper and Leo :D and here's the result, Enjoy!
Chapter One
There was a boy
A very strange, enchanted boy
They say he wandered very far, very far
Over land and sea
A little shy and sad of eye
But very wise was he...
And then one day
One magic day
He passed my way
And while we spoke of many things
Fools and kings
This he said to me...
'The greatest thing you'll ever learn
Is just to love...and be loved in return.'
The Moulin Rouge . . . a nightclub, the dance hall of the bordello. Ruled over by Darryl Morris. A kingdom of nighttime pleasures. Where the rich and powerful came to play with the young and beautiful creatures of the underworld. And the most beautiful of all these was the woman I loved, Piper, a courtesan. She sold her love to men. They called her the "Sparkling Diamond", and she was the star... of the Moulin Rouge. The woman I loved is... dead. I first came to Paris one year ago. It was 1899, the summer of love. I knew nothing of the Moulin Rouge, Darryl Morris or Piper. The world had been swept up in the Bohemian revolution. And I traveled from London to be a part of it. On a hill near Paris was the village of Montmartre. It was not as my father had said.
Leo's Father: A village of SIN!
It was the center of the Bohemian world with musicians, painters, writers. They were known as the "Children of the Revolution." Yes, I had come to live a penniless existence. I had come to write about truth, beauty, freedom and that which I believe in above all things... LOVE.
Leo's Father: Always this ridiculous obsession with love!
There was only one problem - I'd never been in love! Luckily, right at that moment an unconscious Argentinean fell through my roof. He was quickly joined by a dwarf dressed as a nun.
Toulouse: How do you do? My name is Henri Marie Raymond Toulouse-Lautrec Montfa. I'm terribly sorry about all this. We were just upstairs rehearsing a play.
Leo: What?
A play, something very modern called "Spectacular, Spectacular."
Toulouse: And it's set in Switzerland.
Unfortunately the unconscious Argentinean suffered from a sickness called Narcolepsy.
Toulouse: Perfectly fine one moment then suddenly SNORT, SNORT unconscious the next.
Doctor: How is he?
Audrey: How wonderful now that narcoleptic Argentinean is now unconscious. And therefore the scenario will not be finished in time to present to the financiers tomorrow.
Satie: Quick Toulouse, I still have to finish the music.
Toulouse: We'll just find someone to read the part.
Audrey: Oh where in heavens will we find someone to read the role of the young sensitive Swiss poet Goatherd?
Before I knew it, I was upstairs standing in for the unconscious Argentinean.
Doctor sings: The hills are animated with, the euphonious symphony of descant...
Audrey: Oh stop, stop, stop, stop that insufferable droning is drowning out my words. Can we please just stick to a little decorative piano?
There seem to be artistic differences over Audrey lyrics to Satie's songs.
Doctor: I don't think a nun would say that about a hill
Satie: What if he sings "The hills are vital intoning the descant"?
Doctor: No, no, no, the hills areā¦
Argentinean: The hills are incarnate with symphonic melodics.
Leo: The . . . the hills . . .
Doctor: The hills are chanting . . .
Satie: The hill . . .
Leo sings: The hills are alive with the sound of music!
Argentinean: "The hills are alive with the sound of music!" I love it!
Satie: "The hills are alive with the sound of music". It fits perfectly!
Leo sings: With songs they have sung for a thousand years!
(bohemians gasp)
Toulouse: Incandiferous! Audrey, you two should write the show together.
Audrey: I beg your pardon?
But Toulouse's suggestion that Audrey and I write the show together was not what Audrey wanted to hear.
Audrey: GOOD-BYE!
Toulouse: Yes, your first job in Paris.
Satie: No offense but have you ever written anything like this before?
Leo: No . . .
Argentinean: Ah! The boy has talent. I like him! Nothing funny... I just like talent.
Toulouse: "The hills are alive with the sound of music." See Satie, with Leo we can write this truly Bohemian Revolutionay show that we've always dreamt of.
Satie: But how will we convince Morris?
But Toulouse had a plan. (Others whisper "Piper") They would dress me in the Argentinean's best suit and pass me off as a famous English writer. Once Piper heard my modern poetry, she would be astounded and insist to Morris that I write "Spectacular, Spectacular." The only problem was I kept hearing my father's voice in my head . . .
Leo's father: You'll end up wasting your life at the Moulin Rouge with a can-can dancer.
Leo: NO! I can't write the show for the Moulin Rouge!
Toulouse: Why not?
Leo: I--I don't even know if I am a true Bohemian Revolutionary.
Toulouse: Do you believe in beauty?
Leo: Yes.
Doctor: Freedom?
Leo: Yes, of course.
Satie: Truth?
Leo: Yes!
Doctor: Love?
Leo: 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: See, you can't fool us! You're the voice of the Children of the Revolution! You will write of the world's first Bohemian Revolution show!
It was a perfect plan. I was to audition for Satine and I would taste my first glass of Absinthe.
Green Fairy: I'm the Green Fairy.
All sing: "The hills are alive with the sound of music..." FREEDOM... BEAUTY...TRUTH AND LOVE!
Green Fairy sings: The hills are alive with the sound of music!
