Ouch! Damn this! I cant see where the hell I'm going!
"Hey C! Were over here!" A voice yelled a few rows down from where I was standing. The little lights illuminated the aisles for about two inches in front of them.
I plopped down on the seat. Coming dangerously close to spilling popcorn all down the front of myself. Pim and Grace both looked over at me. A weak smile formed on my face and I quickly turned to watch the show. Pim and Grace were two of my best friends. Pim, of course , wasn't her real name. Her real name was Sara. As I was saying, we went everywhere and did everything together.
"So, this is a good movie?" I questioned not bothering to look over.
"Yeah it's the greatest! I've already seen it three times!" I turned and looked at her in disbelief. It had only been out for a week and two days!
Whatever floats your boat I suppose.
We dove into the popcorn as the movie started.
So far so good. Getting kind of sleepy. Eyes closing. I quickly jerked myself awake. No stay awake. Have to stay yawn what was I saying? Oh yes. must go to sleep.
I could kill myself. this is what I get for staying up late and making CD's.
"Hello.are you alright?" a calm voice said into my ear.
"What yeah, I just must have accidentally fallen," I scanned the room. "Oh my god!"
"What!" the man next to me said looking around frantically. I looked down at my clothing.
This isn't even enough to be clothing! WHAT AM I WEARING!!!
I shot up and ran to a door. I opened it up and a tall muscular man was standing outside of it.
"Uh.wrong door!" I said forcing a quick smile and slamming the door shut. I immediately ran across the room to the other door. Throwing it open I quickly realized it was what I was looking for.
A moment later I came out wearing a dark blue dress that wasn't.as.reveling.
"So you're the famous Ewan, Pimmy's always going on about then huh." I placed a hand upon my hip and looked at him fairly blankly.
"I don't know who Ewan is, but I'm Christian. I'm here to write a play for you."
Well goodie for you. I don't know what the hell I'm doing here. And why on earth would he be writing a play for me!
He looked at me with eager eyes. I was about to say something when there was a knock on the door. I had already figured out which one lead to the hallway so I had no problems getting there. Rather than opening it right away I thought as little people as possible should see me wearing stuff like this.
"Who is it." I called in a light voice through the door.
"It is I the duke!" an annoying voice yelled in response. In my head I was going through the cast of characters. I had no clue what they looked like but Grace had described what each persons purpose in the show was. I ran through the list and came up with, the annoying, ugly, power hungry man who thinks he can rule whoever he wants. And will rule Satine if they want the Moulin Rouge saved. Wait! I remember now I did see the duke. He was sitting watching the show as Satine was performing. Oh puke!
"Quick! In here!" I whispered to Ewan, well Christian and shoved him in the closet I had gotten the clothing from. The door was already opening when I shut the closet door. The Duke entered.
Oh my goodness! Someone got in a fight with the ugly stick and lost! I softly chuckled at my own childish joke. I looked at the Duke and again forced a smile.
"Oh please do sit my dear duke." I said pointing to the chair about two feet away from me. He attempted to make a seductive smile. attempted being the keyword.
"I have come here to see what your going to do to save this place." He said placing his hand on my leg and winking.
AHHHHHHHH!!! There has got to be Some law against this. I'm gonna cry!!! What do I do!!! Just stay calm and slowly back up. I was moving away slowly and finally took a giant step after he attempted to touch my leg again. A loud crash came from behind the closet door. The duke looked at me raising an eyebrow then looked at the door. He stood up and started moving towards it but I stepped in his way and began pushing him in the opposite direction. Another loud crash sounded as Christian tumbled out of the closet and onto the floor. A pile of clothes help break his fall. The Dukes eyes grew wide and his face turned red with anger.
"What is the meaning of this!!! Who is this man?!" He started at me with furious eyes.
Had I not been worrying about how to get out of the whole story I would have laughed at the sight of him.
"Oh.. who? This?" I tried to look innocent. His head moved slowly up and down. "this is Christian. He is going to write a play to help save the Moulin Rouge." The Duke then again lifted an eyebrow in disbelief. I really couldn't blame him.. It had to be a little odd.
"And this play would be about" He said looking at Christian and then back at me. I softly elbowed Christian signaling for him to say something intelligent. When he started I then did the thing I knew best. Smile and nod, that's all you ever need do. As he was going on, along with smiling and nodding. I was thinking of ways to get out of the Moulin Rouge and back home.
"Hey C! Were over here!" A voice yelled a few rows down from where I was standing. The little lights illuminated the aisles for about two inches in front of them.
I plopped down on the seat. Coming dangerously close to spilling popcorn all down the front of myself. Pim and Grace both looked over at me. A weak smile formed on my face and I quickly turned to watch the show. Pim and Grace were two of my best friends. Pim, of course , wasn't her real name. Her real name was Sara. As I was saying, we went everywhere and did everything together.
"So, this is a good movie?" I questioned not bothering to look over.
"Yeah it's the greatest! I've already seen it three times!" I turned and looked at her in disbelief. It had only been out for a week and two days!
Whatever floats your boat I suppose.
We dove into the popcorn as the movie started.
So far so good. Getting kind of sleepy. Eyes closing. I quickly jerked myself awake. No stay awake. Have to stay yawn what was I saying? Oh yes. must go to sleep.
I could kill myself. this is what I get for staying up late and making CD's.
"Hello.are you alright?" a calm voice said into my ear.
"What yeah, I just must have accidentally fallen," I scanned the room. "Oh my god!"
"What!" the man next to me said looking around frantically. I looked down at my clothing.
This isn't even enough to be clothing! WHAT AM I WEARING!!!
I shot up and ran to a door. I opened it up and a tall muscular man was standing outside of it.
"Uh.wrong door!" I said forcing a quick smile and slamming the door shut. I immediately ran across the room to the other door. Throwing it open I quickly realized it was what I was looking for.
A moment later I came out wearing a dark blue dress that wasn't.as.reveling.
"So you're the famous Ewan, Pimmy's always going on about then huh." I placed a hand upon my hip and looked at him fairly blankly.
"I don't know who Ewan is, but I'm Christian. I'm here to write a play for you."
Well goodie for you. I don't know what the hell I'm doing here. And why on earth would he be writing a play for me!
He looked at me with eager eyes. I was about to say something when there was a knock on the door. I had already figured out which one lead to the hallway so I had no problems getting there. Rather than opening it right away I thought as little people as possible should see me wearing stuff like this.
"Who is it." I called in a light voice through the door.
"It is I the duke!" an annoying voice yelled in response. In my head I was going through the cast of characters. I had no clue what they looked like but Grace had described what each persons purpose in the show was. I ran through the list and came up with, the annoying, ugly, power hungry man who thinks he can rule whoever he wants. And will rule Satine if they want the Moulin Rouge saved. Wait! I remember now I did see the duke. He was sitting watching the show as Satine was performing. Oh puke!
"Quick! In here!" I whispered to Ewan, well Christian and shoved him in the closet I had gotten the clothing from. The door was already opening when I shut the closet door. The Duke entered.
Oh my goodness! Someone got in a fight with the ugly stick and lost! I softly chuckled at my own childish joke. I looked at the Duke and again forced a smile.
"Oh please do sit my dear duke." I said pointing to the chair about two feet away from me. He attempted to make a seductive smile. attempted being the keyword.
"I have come here to see what your going to do to save this place." He said placing his hand on my leg and winking.
AHHHHHHHH!!! There has got to be Some law against this. I'm gonna cry!!! What do I do!!! Just stay calm and slowly back up. I was moving away slowly and finally took a giant step after he attempted to touch my leg again. A loud crash came from behind the closet door. The duke looked at me raising an eyebrow then looked at the door. He stood up and started moving towards it but I stepped in his way and began pushing him in the opposite direction. Another loud crash sounded as Christian tumbled out of the closet and onto the floor. A pile of clothes help break his fall. The Dukes eyes grew wide and his face turned red with anger.
"What is the meaning of this!!! Who is this man?!" He started at me with furious eyes.
Had I not been worrying about how to get out of the whole story I would have laughed at the sight of him.
"Oh.. who? This?" I tried to look innocent. His head moved slowly up and down. "this is Christian. He is going to write a play to help save the Moulin Rouge." The Duke then again lifted an eyebrow in disbelief. I really couldn't blame him.. It had to be a little odd.
"And this play would be about" He said looking at Christian and then back at me. I softly elbowed Christian signaling for him to say something intelligent. When he started I then did the thing I knew best. Smile and nod, that's all you ever need do. As he was going on, along with smiling and nodding. I was thinking of ways to get out of the Moulin Rouge and back home.