Title: Moulin Mishaps: Waxing Sentimental
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Too much wax?
Disclaimer: They belong to Baz. I just play
Notes: Series #2. Just like Temple Mischief... supposed to be funny. Not to be taken seriously. Enjoy.
Feedback: Feels so good.
Archive: Let me know where you�re taking it. Otherwise, I�m going to eat you.

�Christian, watch out�the floor�s wet!�   

Christian stopped in mid-step, pulling his foot back from what was an obviously wet floor and would�ve been a disaster.  Doing the smart thing, he went around to the back and came into the auditorium from the stage.  Much to his delight, the entire crew was there waiting on him, ready to start rehearsal. 

�But the Duke hasn�t arrived yet!� Harold called out as everyone moved to places. 

�Don�t worry, Harold,� Christian replied, grinning as Satine drifted past him.  �We�re only warming up now.  He won�t miss anything.� 

The cast and crew proceeded with their warm-up and props setup as the cleaners moved about the old dance floor, waxing the newly washed floors and leaving them sparkling�just like Harold wanted them. 

Another full hour passed with vocal warm-ups, stretches, and a few simple dance steps before the actual rehearsal was set to begin. 

Again, Harold stopped everything to wait for the Duke, and so Satine, hoping to steal a few moments with Christian, asked to see him in her dressing room to discuss a �discrepancy in the script.� 

The pair disappeared quickly, not making it into her room before they were in each other�s arms, dropping their scripts to the floor carelessly as they lost themselves in that embrace.  Another twenty minutes passed before they reappeared, slightly disheveled, and took their places once again. 

�Harold,� Satine asked in her most melodramatic voice as she pulled one of her red curls from around her headdress, �Wherever is the Duke?  Surely nothing has happened?� 

�No, my Chickadee, he will be along shortly.�  Right on cue, the front doors burst open and the Duke stood silhouetted against the bright Montmartre sunlight.  He started forward, and Harold remembered a little too late� �Dear Duke, watch out for the � � he couldn�t finish as at that moment, the Duke�s right foot came down on the glassy floor, and promptly went out from under him. 

He appeared to skate for a moment, his arms flailing over his head wildly, before gracelessly falling to his butt and sliding across the floor, stopping when his feet hit the stage. 

��newly waxed floor�� Christian finished for Harold and burst out laughing.

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