UM PENACHO NA CABEÇA.. oq? M.R.
eu acho que ele foi embora.
Tonight was Lux's night to perform. But that in fact, is going to be reported later. Right now is far more important to observe some other little people in Paris.
Claire spinned round and round in her room, holding to herself her favourite blue dress.
- I'm a princess, I'm a beautiful mermaid! - no, she's not crazy.
- Guess someone is in love. Who is the guy? - Giovanna arrived suddenly, carrying a handful of flowers.
- Oh, he's some boy I met. He's so cute... He took me to the most beautiful place, and he called me a princess! - she spinned again, falling on the floor.
- Are you okay? Well, congrats. Did he kiss you or something? - Giovanna placed her flowers on the table.
- Hmm... Actually, no. - she sat on the floor, looking puzzled.
- NO? What kind of man did you get yourself? - now everyone heard it.
- I don't know! He's so kind and loving, that I thought maybe that wasn't important...- Claire got up from the floor and sat on the bed. Poor thing.
- Trust me, it may not seem much but you'll soon wish you never met him. And that I can say. - she left the room, leaving the flowers on the table.
Some may ask, so whatever happened to Beauty? I'd say, she turned him down. Let's rewind a little bit.
Giovanna was standing in that gorgeous garden, looking at the man that had just guaranteed her a pass out of that life. She batted her eyelashes and said slowly:
- I'm sorry, but I can't accept this. I love my new life, I changed a lot. You didn't. Maybe the third time is enough. I'll keep your memories, thanks for them. - she turned around and walked away, without looking back.
Now, here we are, back at the Moulin Rouge. Everyone was rushing, preparing themselves -last minute - for the big presentation. Lux was at her dressing room, looking at the mirror. Her Marie Antoinette - inspired garment was suffocating her. She took one of her fans and threw it into the air and catched it again. Ready, then, she rose upon the stage, slowly. Music began and all the feathers and rose petals around her began to fly into a hurricane with her dance. But she had her eyes on the audience. Spinning very fast, she checked all the rows, panicking silently. Using her fans, she moved the little petals in the air, making them dance as she pleased. Suddenly she stopped. No one moved, no one breathed, for she held her fan in the air, directing one particular petal to one particular gentleman sitting in the audience. Luther Blisset got a petal right upon his nose, and one more jump, her number was over.
Well, for one thing, Win was there again, trying to conciliate her troubled existance with her lover's. For all her life she had suffered, why suffer now if she was supposed to be so happy? One man that treated her good, that put her before everyone - and everything - else. She even got to sit in the audience with him! Good, she thought she was miserable. But if this was a movie, I can tell you. We'd fade out with the image of Angie looking at a corpse, dressed in a blue suit and with beautiful blond hair. And fade out.
Tonight was Lux's night to perform. But that in fact, is going to be reported later. Right now is far more important to observe some other little people in Paris.
Claire spinned round and round in her room, holding to herself her favourite blue dress.
- I'm a princess, I'm a beautiful mermaid! - no, she's not crazy.
- Guess someone is in love. Who is the guy? - Giovanna arrived suddenly, carrying a handful of flowers.
- Oh, he's some boy I met. He's so cute... He took me to the most beautiful place, and he called me a princess! - she spinned again, falling on the floor.
- Are you okay? Well, congrats. Did he kiss you or something? - Giovanna placed her flowers on the table.
- Hmm... Actually, no. - she sat on the floor, looking puzzled.
- NO? What kind of man did you get yourself? - now everyone heard it.
- I don't know! He's so kind and loving, that I thought maybe that wasn't important...- Claire got up from the floor and sat on the bed. Poor thing.
- Trust me, it may not seem much but you'll soon wish you never met him. And that I can say. - she left the room, leaving the flowers on the table.
Some may ask, so whatever happened to Beauty? I'd say, she turned him down. Let's rewind a little bit.
Giovanna was standing in that gorgeous garden, looking at the man that had just guaranteed her a pass out of that life. She batted her eyelashes and said slowly:
- I'm sorry, but I can't accept this. I love my new life, I changed a lot. You didn't. Maybe the third time is enough. I'll keep your memories, thanks for them. - she turned around and walked away, without looking back.
Now, here we are, back at the Moulin Rouge. Everyone was rushing, preparing themselves -last minute - for the big presentation. Lux was at her dressing room, looking at the mirror. Her Marie Antoinette - inspired garment was suffocating her. She took one of her fans and threw it into the air and catched it again. Ready, then, she rose upon the stage, slowly. Music began and all the feathers and rose petals around her began to fly into a hurricane with her dance. But she had her eyes on the audience. Spinning very fast, she checked all the rows, panicking silently. Using her fans, she moved the little petals in the air, making them dance as she pleased. Suddenly she stopped. No one moved, no one breathed, for she held her fan in the air, directing one particular petal to one particular gentleman sitting in the audience. Luther Blisset got a petal right upon his nose, and one more jump, her number was over.
Well, for one thing, Win was there again, trying to conciliate her troubled existance with her lover's. For all her life she had suffered, why suffer now if she was supposed to be so happy? One man that treated her good, that put her before everyone - and everything - else. She even got to sit in the audience with him! Good, she thought she was miserable. But if this was a movie, I can tell you. We'd fade out with the image of Angie looking at a corpse, dressed in a blue suit and with beautiful blond hair. And fade out.