Moulin Rouge

Singing: There was a boy
A very strange, enchanted boy
They say he wandered very far, very far
Over land and sea
A little shy and sad of eye
But very wise was he...
And then one day
One magic day
He passed my way
And while we spoke of many things
Fools and kings
This he said to me...
'The greatest thing you'll ever learn
Is just to love...and be loved in return.'
END OF SONGChristian as Narrator: The Moulin Rouge . . . a nightclub, the dance hall of the bordello. Ruled over by Harold Zidler. A kingdom of nighttime pleasures. Where the rich and powerful came to play with the young and beautiful creatures of the underworld. And the most beautiful of all these was the woman I loved, Satine, a courtesan. She sold her love to men. They called her the "Sparkling Diamond", andshe was the star... of
the Moulin Rouge. The woman I loved is... dead. I first came to Paris one year ago. It was 1899, the summer of love. I knew nothing of the Moulin Rouge, Harold Zidler or Satine. The world had been swept up in the Bohemian revolution. And I traveled from London to be a part of it. On a hill near Paris was the village of Montmartre. It was not as my father had said.Christian's Father: A village of SIN!
Christian as Narrator: It was the center of the Bohemian world with musicians, painters, writers. They were known as the "Children of the Revolution." Yes, I had come to live a penniless existence. I had come to write about truth, beauty, freedom and that which I believe in above all things... LOVE.
Christian's Father: Always this ridiculous obsession with love!Christian as Narrator: There was only one problem - I'd never been in love! Luckily, right at that moment an unconscious Argentinean fell through my roof. He was quickly joined by a dwarf dressed as a nun.
(the door opens)
Toulouse: How do you do? My name is Henri Marie Raymond Toulouse-Lautrec Montfa. I'm terribly sorry about all this. We were just upstairs rehearsing a play.
Christian: What?Christian as Narrator: A play, something very modern called "Spectacular, Spectacular."
Toulouse: And it's set in Switzerland.
Christian as Narrator: Unfortunately the unconscious Argentinean suffered from a sickness called Narcolepsy.
Toulouse: Perfectly fine one moment then suddenly *SNORT, SNORT* unconscious the next.
Doctor: How is he?
Audrey: How wonderful now that narcoleptic Argentineanis now unconscious. And therefore the scenario will not be finished in time to present to the financiers tomorrow.
Satie: Quick Toulouse, I still have to finish the music.
Toulouse: We'll just find someone to read the part.
Audrey: Oh where in heavens will we find someone to read the role of the young sensitive Swiss poet Goatherd?
Christian as Narrator: Before I knew it, I was upstairsstanding in for the unconscious Argentinean.
Doctor sings: The hills are animated with, the euphonious symphony of descant...
Audrey: Oh stop, stop, stop, stop that insufferable droning is drowning out my words. Can we please just stick to a little decorative piano?
Christian as Narrator: There seem to be artistic differences over Audrey lyrics to Satie's songs.
Doctor: I don't think a nun would saythat about a hill
Satie: What if he sings "The hills are vital intoning the descant"?
Doctor: No, no, no, the hills are.
(Argentinean wakes up)
Argentinean: The hills are incarnate with symphonic melodics.
(Argentinean falls back asleep)
Christian: The . . . the hills . . .
Doctor: The hills are chanting . . .
Satie: The hill . . .
Christian sings: The hills are alive with the sound ofmusic!
(Argentinean wakes)
Argentinean: "The hills are alive with the sound of music!" I love it!
Satie: "The hills are alive with the sound of music". It fits perfectly!
Christian sings: With songs they have sung for a thousand years!
(bohemians gasp)
Toulouse: Incandiferous! Audrey, you two should write the show together.
Audrey: I beg your pardon?
Christian as Narrator: But Toulouse's...