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The Moulin Rouge
2 reviewsGerard and the band are in France to become Children of the Artistic Revolution. To have the musical Mikey has always wanted they have to get to Sam and Ziddler and Gerard is the perfect option for...
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Gerard's POV:
The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.
The Moulin Rouge, A night club and a dance hall; Ruled by Harold Ziddler. A Kingdom of night-time pleasures; where the rich and powerful came to play with the young and beautiful creatures of the underworld.
The most beautiful of all these was the woman I loved, Sam, they called her the Sparkling Diamond and she was the star of the Moulin Rouge.
I came to Paris one year ago. The year was 2011, the summer of love. I knew nothing of The Moulin Rouge, Harold Ziddler or Sam. My brother Mikey had moved to Pairs before me, he was swept up with the excitement of the artistic revolution that was happening over there. He had convinced me to stay with him for a year, knowing my love of drawing, singing and well just art in general.
On a hill there was a village called Montmartre it was not as our father had said “A village of sin!” but the centre of the artistic world! Musicians, painters, writers; they were known as “The children of the Revolution”. I had come because of my brother but I had my own secret desires; I had come to write! To write about truth, beauty, freedom and above all things…love.
“Always the ridiculous obsession with love” I heard my father’s words echo through my head. There was just one problem; I had never been in love. Luckily at that very moment a small man with dark black hair fell through my roof, He was quickly joined with my brother dressed as a nun.
“Mikey? What the-“
“Oh hey Gee, when did you get here?! You should have come and found me first!”
“Sorry Mikes, I was settling in first…” I said glancing back at the man who was lying unconscious on my floor. “Is he going to be alright?”
“Oh yeah! This is Frank by the way; he’ll be fine; he always injures himself! We’re working on a musical and I guess we got carried away!”
“A musical?! Mikey, I never knew you wrote”
“Oh yes, it’s something very modern called ‘Spectacular Spectacular’ and I was kind of wondering if you could help us with it.” But before I could respond to my brother’s question an odd looking man popped out from the hole in the roof.
“What? Mikey you said no more writers! You promised!”
“Oh Daniel let him help us while Frank’s unconscious! Please?” The man called Daniel glanced at me and then back to my brother.
“Fine but any nonsense and he’s out!” We all went up to Mikey and Frank’s room, bringing unconscious Frank along with us. They were crowded around a man with an afro who was playing a guitar, making up little melodies to accompany our words. He got slightly carried away and Daniel snapped!
“Ray must you play so loudly, please just stick to a little decorative music!” There seemed to be artistic differences over Daniel’s lyrics to Ray’s music. “Now back to work. Erm…’is there a heaven I could be? Then I could be an artery’ No…” Daniel trailed off into thought.
“How about if there’s a memory I could-“ Ray said trying to help only to be cut off by Daniel.
“No, no, no, no!”
“How about?-“ I tried to help but I was cut off by Daniel as well.
“If there’s a paradise I can I be your water?”
“Guys, I have…” I as cut off again…
“Is there’s a hope would It be me?” Ray asked. Daniel snapped at Ray for even thinking of lines
“You write music not lyrics! Be quiet!” Daniel was really getting on my nerves and everyone began to argue, I could stand it anymore so I just had to….
”If there’s a place I could be, then I’d another memory” I sang out until I knew the heavens could hear me. The guys all looked at me, their faces stunned by my sudden outburst, at that moment Frank, who had been unconscious, awoke.
“If there’s a place I could be, then I’d be another memory!’ I love it! He said while jumping up. They all mimicked my words with the tune they had previously had written; all except Daniel. Ray looked up at me “It fits perfectly!” He said with glee in his voice and a smile on his face. I took that as a signal to carry on
“Can I be the only hope for you? Because you’re the only hope for me” They looked at me stunned again and suddenly rejoiced at the words!
“Daniel, you two should write the show together.” Mikey said happily but Daniel was having none of this
“Excuse me? Write the show…with him! I think not! Goodbye!” and like that Daniel had left the show.
None of the guys were upset by Daniel leaving “Here’s to your first job in Paris, brother!” Mikey said while taking a sip of some sort of green liquid.
“Mikey, Ziddler will never agree?” Ray whispered in Mikey’s ear then turning his attention to me “I mean no offence but have you ever written something like this before?”
“Not really?!”
“Gaah! This man has talent! I like him!” Frank said from behind them making his way over to me and engulfing my in a tight embrace. “Nothing funny…I just like talent” He said while backing away from me awkwardly.
“’You’re the only hope for me’! see with Sam and Gerard we can finally write the true artistic musical we’ve dreamt of!” Mikey said to the other guys excitedly
“But how will we convince Zidler?” Ray asked point blankly. But Mikey had a plan, they would dress me in the finest revolutionary suit they had and pass me off as a famous American writer! Once Sam had heard my modern song she would amazed and insist to Ziddler that I write ‘Spectacular Spectacular’ the only problem was I kept hearing my father’s voice in my head again and again “You’ll end up wasting your life at The Moulin Rouge with a cancan dancer!”
“Argh! I can’t write the show for the Moulin Rouge!” I shouted while running towards the ladder that was placed in the hole that led back to my room.
“Why not?!” Mikey whined at me.
“I don’t even know if I am a true artistic revolutionary!” I spluttered out.
“Do you believe in Beauty?” Mikey asked me.
“Yes”
“Truth and Freedom?” Ray asked sounding as he was desperate.
“Yes, of course”
“Love?” Frank said rather loudly.
In that moment when he said those words my brain had cleared of all panic and doubt.
“Love? Love. Above all things I believe in love. Love is like oxygen. Love is a many splendid thing! Love lift’s us up where we belong, all you need is love!” I said, increase my voice level with every sentence and getting rather carried away.
“See you can’t fool me bro!” Mikey said giving me and hand back up the ladder “You’re the voice of the children of the revolution!”
“We can’t be fooled!” Ray and Frank shouted at me.
“Let’s drink to the first artistic revolutionary show to be written!” It was the perfect plan, I would audition for Sam and I would taste my first glass of Absinth. I guzzled the drink in one and the green fairy, which was previously on the bottle, popped out as if she was alive.
“Hello I’m the green fairy!” She said as she danced around us only to then start singing the lyrics I sang to us. We danced around, laughing and getting ready. We were off to the Moulin Rouge and I was to perform my poetry to Sam
The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.
The Moulin Rouge, A night club and a dance hall; Ruled by Harold Ziddler. A Kingdom of night-time pleasures; where the rich and powerful came to play with the young and beautiful creatures of the underworld.
The most beautiful of all these was the woman I loved, Sam, they called her the Sparkling Diamond and she was the star of the Moulin Rouge.
I came to Paris one year ago. The year was 2011, the summer of love. I knew nothing of The Moulin Rouge, Harold Ziddler or Sam. My brother Mikey had moved to Pairs before me, he was swept up with the excitement of the artistic revolution that was happening over there. He had convinced me to stay with him for a year, knowing my love of drawing, singing and well just art in general.
On a hill there was a village called Montmartre it was not as our father had said “A village of sin!” but the centre of the artistic world! Musicians, painters, writers; they were known as “The children of the Revolution”. I had come because of my brother but I had my own secret desires; I had come to write! To write about truth, beauty, freedom and above all things…love.
“Always the ridiculous obsession with love” I heard my father’s words echo through my head. There was just one problem; I had never been in love. Luckily at that very moment a small man with dark black hair fell through my roof, He was quickly joined with my brother dressed as a nun.
“Mikey? What the-“
“Oh hey Gee, when did you get here?! You should have come and found me first!”
“Sorry Mikes, I was settling in first…” I said glancing back at the man who was lying unconscious on my floor. “Is he going to be alright?”
“Oh yeah! This is Frank by the way; he’ll be fine; he always injures himself! We’re working on a musical and I guess we got carried away!”
“A musical?! Mikey, I never knew you wrote”
“Oh yes, it’s something very modern called ‘Spectacular Spectacular’ and I was kind of wondering if you could help us with it.” But before I could respond to my brother’s question an odd looking man popped out from the hole in the roof.
“What? Mikey you said no more writers! You promised!”
“Oh Daniel let him help us while Frank’s unconscious! Please?” The man called Daniel glanced at me and then back to my brother.
“Fine but any nonsense and he’s out!” We all went up to Mikey and Frank’s room, bringing unconscious Frank along with us. They were crowded around a man with an afro who was playing a guitar, making up little melodies to accompany our words. He got slightly carried away and Daniel snapped!
“Ray must you play so loudly, please just stick to a little decorative music!” There seemed to be artistic differences over Daniel’s lyrics to Ray’s music. “Now back to work. Erm…’is there a heaven I could be? Then I could be an artery’ No…” Daniel trailed off into thought.
“How about if there’s a memory I could-“ Ray said trying to help only to be cut off by Daniel.
“No, no, no, no!”
“How about?-“ I tried to help but I was cut off by Daniel as well.
“If there’s a paradise I can I be your water?”
“Guys, I have…” I as cut off again…
“Is there’s a hope would It be me?” Ray asked. Daniel snapped at Ray for even thinking of lines
“You write music not lyrics! Be quiet!” Daniel was really getting on my nerves and everyone began to argue, I could stand it anymore so I just had to….
”If there’s a place I could be, then I’d another memory” I sang out until I knew the heavens could hear me. The guys all looked at me, their faces stunned by my sudden outburst, at that moment Frank, who had been unconscious, awoke.
“If there’s a place I could be, then I’d be another memory!’ I love it! He said while jumping up. They all mimicked my words with the tune they had previously had written; all except Daniel. Ray looked up at me “It fits perfectly!” He said with glee in his voice and a smile on his face. I took that as a signal to carry on
“Can I be the only hope for you? Because you’re the only hope for me” They looked at me stunned again and suddenly rejoiced at the words!
“Daniel, you two should write the show together.” Mikey said happily but Daniel was having none of this
“Excuse me? Write the show…with him! I think not! Goodbye!” and like that Daniel had left the show.
None of the guys were upset by Daniel leaving “Here’s to your first job in Paris, brother!” Mikey said while taking a sip of some sort of green liquid.
“Mikey, Ziddler will never agree?” Ray whispered in Mikey’s ear then turning his attention to me “I mean no offence but have you ever written something like this before?”
“Not really?!”
“Gaah! This man has talent! I like him!” Frank said from behind them making his way over to me and engulfing my in a tight embrace. “Nothing funny…I just like talent” He said while backing away from me awkwardly.
“’You’re the only hope for me’! see with Sam and Gerard we can finally write the true artistic musical we’ve dreamt of!” Mikey said to the other guys excitedly
“But how will we convince Zidler?” Ray asked point blankly. But Mikey had a plan, they would dress me in the finest revolutionary suit they had and pass me off as a famous American writer! Once Sam had heard my modern song she would amazed and insist to Ziddler that I write ‘Spectacular Spectacular’ the only problem was I kept hearing my father’s voice in my head again and again “You’ll end up wasting your life at The Moulin Rouge with a cancan dancer!”
“Argh! I can’t write the show for the Moulin Rouge!” I shouted while running towards the ladder that was placed in the hole that led back to my room.
“Why not?!” Mikey whined at me.
“I don’t even know if I am a true artistic revolutionary!” I spluttered out.
“Do you believe in Beauty?” Mikey asked me.
“Yes”
“Truth and Freedom?” Ray asked sounding as he was desperate.
“Yes, of course”
“Love?” Frank said rather loudly.
In that moment when he said those words my brain had cleared of all panic and doubt.
“Love? Love. Above all things I believe in love. Love is like oxygen. Love is a many splendid thing! Love lift’s us up where we belong, all you need is love!” I said, increase my voice level with every sentence and getting rather carried away.
“See you can’t fool me bro!” Mikey said giving me and hand back up the ladder “You’re the voice of the children of the revolution!”
“We can’t be fooled!” Ray and Frank shouted at me.
“Let’s drink to the first artistic revolutionary show to be written!” It was the perfect plan, I would audition for Sam and I would taste my first glass of Absinth. I guzzled the drink in one and the green fairy, which was previously on the bottle, popped out as if she was alive.
“Hello I’m the green fairy!” She said as she danced around us only to then start singing the lyrics I sang to us. We danced around, laughing and getting ready. We were off to the Moulin Rouge and I was to perform my poetry to Sam
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