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Post by Lucy Harris on Apr 22, 2012 11:54:02 GMT -5
It was almost impossible to sit still for a costume fitting. She was too full of nervous energy. Of course, her being that way meant that she was getting a stream of admonishments from Marie. Not that she minded. Marie was as close to a mother as Lucy could remember having. It was nice to have an older woman around with the wisdom of so many years.
Still, nothing could dampen her enthusiasm for the evening ahead. Family was coming to see her...at last.
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Post by Matthew Harris Jr. on Apr 23, 2012 0:05:13 GMT -5
Matthew had to search though everything to find his tux.
His felt weird wearing it, but it seemed to be what everyone else was wearing.
When he came to the Moulin Rogue, he hesitated. Men like him were there, sure, but they weren't like him. He took a deep breath and explained to the man in the front that who he was, and he immediately escorted him inside.
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Post by Lucy Harris on Apr 23, 2012 10:52:50 GMT -5
Now she was just waiting in the wings, tapping one foot impatiently. Five minutes, five minutes... She could hear the noise out there as the crowd slowly increased in size. Every night was like this, but it never got old--the rush of adrenaline that came before showtime, the noise, applause, the smoke in the air... The words of Zidler's introduction filtered down, and right on queue, Lucy stepped out in something new. This time around she'd decided on maybe a get-up that was a bit more...conservative than usual, considering who was in the audience. Lucy could be dense at times, but she was self-aware enough to understand things. "Helllooooo gents!" A roar greeted her appearance.
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Post by Matthew Harris Jr. on Apr 23, 2012 17:11:29 GMT -5
Matthew had been given the best seat in the house, and was feeling more out of place than usual.
The women (and the men) all dressed scantily had all come by at least once to wink at him.
He just smiled shyly and pretended he was some sort of odd fruit that people enjoyed looking at but were too afraid to eat.
When the lights came down and the large man with the red hair came on stage to speak, he began to pay more attention.
He smiled wildly when Lucy came on stage.
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Post by Lucy Harris on Apr 23, 2012 18:39:15 GMT -5
"Tonight is special! You see, I was all alone--"
At that, several members of the audience said "awww".
"I know! But, not anymore! You see, I found my brother!"
She pointed, and a spotlight swung around and aimed at Matthew. There was applause as she continued.
"The best one ever! He never stopped trying to find me!"
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Post by Matthew Harris Jr. on Apr 23, 2012 19:01:22 GMT -5
He squinted his eyes as the spot light hit him, looking a slight bit dorky, soon however he was waving and smiling.
And again, very close to crying.
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Post by Lucy Harris on Apr 24, 2012 11:30:06 GMT -5
"So, Matt, drinks are on the house!"
The crowd started to respond, but settled down as music started.
"Now, I don't wanna keep anybody waiting..."
There was a wolf whistle, and she waggled her finger at the person.
"You behave yourself this time!"
With a laugh, she burst in a slow-grooving lounge number that talked about the city of Paris as though it were an actual lady.
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Post by Matthew Harris Jr. on Apr 25, 2012 0:56:10 GMT -5
Matthew smiled and swayed along to the song.
What a night.
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Post by Lucy Harris on Apr 25, 2012 13:58:02 GMT -5
Once the song was over, she bounded off the stage and over to Matthew's table.
"Hi!" She said cheerily as she sat down.
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Post by Matthew Harris Jr. on Apr 25, 2012 20:34:24 GMT -5
"You are damn good" he was all smiles, still slightly bouncing after her number.
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Post by Lucy Harris on Apr 28, 2012 12:44:50 GMT -5
"Thanks! I always to be the big performer and now I've got it!"
The Dregs had just been the start of it all, the thing that had implanted the idea in her head. That she'd come this far was a point of pride to her.
"There's more, too. I sing more stuff and other people have acts, too."
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Post by Matthew Harris Jr. on Apr 30, 2012 0:50:56 GMT -5
"I'm beyond exhilarated, this place, as off as some of the patrons are, seems to be just a bubble of excitement."
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Post by Lucy Harris on May 1, 2012 23:07:43 GMT -5
"There are always things happening! And lots of history, too. I'm not the first singer, of course."
She did know about Marie, and before that, the sad story of Satine. Zidler didn't really like talking about that last one.
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Post by Matthew Harris Jr. on May 1, 2012 23:51:27 GMT -5
"I know next to nothing of this place I'm afraid."
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Post by Lucy Harris on May 2, 2012 21:51:09 GMT -5
She leaned in.
"Well, before I came there was Marie, but I heard something terrible happened to her and she hasn't been seen since. And before that, we had Satine, but...Satine died from consumption."
She'd been warned that the Moulin Rouge was bad luck for star singers, but Lucy had brushed it off as silly superstition.
"And before her was a girl called Arcee, but I don't know much about that one."
((Okay, I'm cheating a bit. Arcee is from an MR fanfic I read once. xD))
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