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My Moulin Rouge-ish Story |
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It all started the summer I traveled to France for my college internship with the great author Stephenie Meyer. Then if I got a good enough referral, next year I was to intern under my favorite author Anne Rice, but I never would get to see either of them. Especially after what happened on the cruise over here, when I met her…but I suppose we shouldn’t begin this way, we should begin when it all started…
I suppose it all started the summer I turned twenty, when I first started college. I was trying to become one of the great authors, like the above, so of course my Father recommended taking some classes from his old college professors. But if it hadn’t been for the Dean’s brilliant idea of every one picking authors to intern under none of this ever would have started, but it’s not like I’m blaming him. I’m more or less thanking him actually for all the sights I got see, the people I got to meet, and all the inspiration for this book. And of course since the author’s I chose didn’t live in America any more, I would get the cruise of a lifetime.
So I started packing the day I heard I was going to France and told every one in advance. My Father was thrilled that I was going to visit his old hometown of Paris, but my Mother was very worried, she acted as though I wasn’t coming back. And I don’t see why, people made this trip with ease all the time. But I still couldn’t shake the feeling that she knew something was going to go wrong, as if she knew I would later waste my life away there.
But the next weeks passed me by like minutes, I suppose all the anticipation made me rush, but I now wish I had spent that time more wisely, since now I know that I am never going to get to see my family or my loved ones again. But I hardly remember those weeks now, they flew by so fast, I don’t even remember saying goodbye. But I suppose it was worth it in the end, considering all I’ve been through.
And when it did finally become time to board the ship, I got a very weird tingling sensation near my throat, at that time I thought it was just the weather, but I should have taken it as an omen. Just like later that evening when two members of the crew mysteriously vanished. The Captain said they probably were stowing away or didn’t get on the ship. But I still couldn’t shake this odd feeling I had. Until I saw her. She couldn’t have been much older than myself, with red flaming hair streaming down her back. I had started many novels about her after we met, or rather, after I first saw her. We never really met until I went to propose a story to be made into a play for her to talk to her father about. After all, he was the one I later learned, who owned the Moulin Rouge.
It was a week’s journey to France by ferry, and then another days journey by train to Paris. The week later seemed to go by in a flash, but at the time it seemed as though it was going to last forever. It would have been even better still, if I could have been able to talk to her, but I never got to see her again until the party celebrating that we had one last days journey to France, when she convinced me to bring my stories up to the Moulin Rouge and propose them to a friend of her’s who might be able to get them published, or maybe to get the one play I had written to be performed. But if I had known what she was going to put me through, I never would have agreed.
After I finally arrived in Paris, it was extremely hard for me to find the Moulin Rouge. She had said that you couldn’t miss it. Apparently I was in the wrong side of Paris, it was a bit bigger than I’d imagined. But when I met the three men living in an apartment above mine, they said they knew exactly where it was, and that since I was to make a proposal soon that if I got to get the play produced, they would act in it and find others to fill all the acting positions. They then took me to one of the Moulin Rouge’s shows a few days later, and told me that after the “Red Diamond” performed; I would get my chance to make the proposal. But I had no idea what one of the Moulin Rouge’s shows would be like, and what I was getting myself into by going.
I suppose it wouldn’t have been all that bad if I had known how to dance, for apparently, that was what you did at one of the Moulin Rouge’s shows. Until after I found out that she was the “Red Diamond” I didn’t think this was going to be all that difficult. I thought I was merely going to either go over some of my stories and my play, or just drop them off for her father, but when I found out that my proposal would be much more difficult than that, I really started to get nervous.
“What do you mean I have to perform the play for him as soon as possible, and what about my stories?” I tried to sound as calm as possible considering the fact that I would probably never get any of my novels published.
“You have to rehearse and perform your play for my father as soon as you can get all the props and actors ready. And he will go over your stories as soon as he gets time.” She said sounding as if she went through this all the time with people like me.
“And how much time exactly do I have to rehearse?” I said willing to bargain with her if it came to that.
“About a month, if my father likes your proposal about it, your scheduled to go over it with him after the show is over.” She said as she crossed her arms.
So in other words, I still had about an hour left of panicking. The hour seemed to pass me by like minutes, it was the worst hour of my life, aside from the next one I was to spend making my proposal. I don’t suppose it went all that bad, considering that her father loved my romance story inspired by his own daughter. But he wasn’t to fond of the ending for my play, he said that the evil Gothic Rogue should end up with the beautiful Carey, who was the princess of Arabia, instead dying a painful death at her hand.
So I was to find enough actors to fill all the positions, and people to help with the props, and have it rehearsed and ready to be performed in a month. I felt as though I was going suffer that painful death I had written about in my play in the upcoming month. And when my friends said that they could find enough people to fill all the positions, apparently they had miscounted or didn’t know enough willing actors in the first place. But whatever the conditions may have been, we managed to get enough actors by asking some of the Moulin Rouge’s dancers, and even the “Red Diamond” agreed to play the leading role of the beautiful Carey. So it really wasn’t as hard as I thought it was going to be until we remembered that we needed to get the props together, and find someone to paint the backgrounds.
“I know the perfect guy for painting” One of them said.
“Hunter Romano.” The other two said almost cutting him off.
So as we traveled by taxi to the nearby city or Brussels I couldn’t help but wonder what he would be like based upon my observations of the mildly eccentric people of Paris.
When we met all my worries were expelled when I first saw his painting. You would have sworn he was a photographer is you had no notion that he was a painter, and a skillful one at that. You couldn’t even see his brushstrokes. I guess I should have been a little more skeptical, but when I actually saw him painting, it was obvious that it was not something he had to work at. It was truly a God given gift of talent.
 werty55 · Fri Feb 02, 2007 @ 12:56am · 0 Comments |
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