Disclaimer I don't own Moulin Rouge nor the songs used in this fanfiction. There are some original.

Chapter III-Your Song

"The elephant." Toulouse giggled. I felt as if nearing this thing, room, whatever it was would send me closer to hell. I tried turning back but my bohemian friends turned me around and sent me forward. I climbed the stairs. I wished so hard that I could close my eyes and I'd be back at my garret sleeping away the absinthe and shame. They took off my overcoat and so doing displaying my crystal encrusted navy dress. They left me alone with him, the man I feared and loved all in the same moment. "This is a wonderful place for a poetry reading." his voice rang angelically. He wore a red loose fitting shirt. "I guess... I mean yes." I said quickly. "Well shall we have supper."

"Personally I'd like to get it over done with." I said. He smiled "Of course.-he hopped over to the bed- Let us get over and done with." "I prefer to do it standing." He titled his head and started to get up. "No.. Yo...you don't have to get up. I do things quite modern and it may be strange at first, but if you're open you might enjoy it." I stuttered. "Yes, I'm sure I will." "The sky is blue much like no that's not it "Uhmmm are you alright." he asked "I am sorry I.. I am not getting enough air." As

I tried getting out the door he grabbed my hand and pulled me by my breasts and landed me onto the bed. "Let's make love." "What?! I...I..." I shrieked as he tore open my dress. "Whoa big girl." he said. I jumped up and panting as I said "It's a little bit funny." "What is?" he asked

"This feeling inside." I rasped. He looked confused and then rolled around in the sheets, "OH YES!!" "I'm not one of those who can easily hide. I don't have much money but boy if I did I'd buy a big house where we both could live." "OH MY LOVE YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL...No don't stop."

"If I was a sculptor, but then again, no. Or a woman who makes potions in a traveling show
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do. I know it's not much but it's the best I can do." I said again. Just then it hit me. " My gift is my song and this one's for you." he stopped and looked at me "And you can tell everybody that this is your song. It may be quite simple but now that it's done."

I went over to him as he stood up. "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. Sat on the roof and I kicked off the moss.
Well some of these verses well they, they got me quite cross. But the sun's been kind while I wrote this song." I held his hands in mine. "It's for people like you that keep it turned on." I kissed his hand, "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, Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen.

And you can tell everybody That this is your song. It may be quite simple,but Now that it's done." I sang again. "I 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!" I smiled as he held me.

"I can't believe it I am inlove. In love with a gorgeous, talented Duchess." he sighed. I laughed "I am not a duchess." "Not Duchess?" "I'm a writer." "A writer?!" he said dropping me. "Oh Fuck!" he screamed.