Chapter 5

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Chapter 5

One week passes. Erik is still gone but in a town of Boudreaux, France.

Erik is on the bridge looking over the city of Boudreaux. "Wow! What an amazing and beautiful city," said Erik. Not to say that Paris isn't beautiful but the river gleams and shimmers so beautifully. And the sky. It's glorious just as it is in Paris. But different from how Paris is. Even the music I can feel around me is different and usual. But we are moving to the 20th century after all."

Erik notices a small pub on the other side of the bridge. "Wonder what's going on in there?" He decides to walk into the pub where there is a girl about to perform.

Isabella "It's a cold and crazy world that's ragin' outside. Well baby me and all my girls are bringin' on the fire. Show a little leg, gotta shimmy your chest. It's a life, it's a style, it's a need, it's Burlesque." The girls come out of the stage. "Well, this is something I haven't seen before. I've heard about it, but never seen with my own eyes," Erik whispers."

The girls begin to dance. "E-X-P-R-E-S-S, love, sex. Ladies no regrets. E-X-P-R-E-S-S, love, sex. Ladies no regrets.

Isabella sings, "Been holdin' back for quite some time and finally the moment's right. I love to make the people stare. They know I got that certain savoir-faire." The girls grab chairs and use them to dance. Fasten up, Can you imagine what would happen if I let you close enough to touch? Step into the fantasy. You'll never want to leave, baby it's guarantee Why?" It's a passion, and emotion, it's a fashion, Burlesque. It'll move you, goin' through you, so do what I do, Burlesque."

"Wow! They look really good!" he said.

"All ladies come put your grown up, boys throw it up if you want it. Can you feel me, can you feel it? It's Burlesque."

"The costumes look...different," He said.

"I tease 'em 'til they're on the edge. They screamin' more for more and more they beg. I know it's me, they come to see. My pleasure brings them to their knees. Fasten up. Can you imagine what would happen if I let you close enough to touch? Step into the fantasy. You'll never want to leave, baby let's give it to you Why?"

"It's a passion, and emotion, it's a fashion, 'll move you, goin' through you, so do what I do, Burlesque. All ladies, confident, flaunt it. Boys throw it up if you want it. Can you feel me, can you feel it? It's Burlesque."

"And the star is excellent," Erik expresses. Isabelle and the girls break down. "It's a passion, and emotion, it's a fashion, Burlesque. It'll move you, goin' through you, so do what I do, Burlesque. All ladies come put your grown up, boys throw it up if you want it. Can you feel me, can you feel it? It's Burlesque."

After the performance was over, Erik sat down at a table to think for a moment as well as get something to eat and drink. "Oh my God! She was spectacular! But...somehow as she sang she..she..." Suddenly a woman walks up behind him and decides to sit next to him. "Did you like my performance Monsieur?" Erik turns around. "Yes. I did."

"Well not very many gentlemen such as yourself come here and watch me perform unless there is something on their minds," Isabelle implies. "Something on your mind monsieur? Or troubling you? Erik shakes his head "no." "No. I just arrived." Isabelle looks intrigued, "Really? From where?" He replied, "Paris."

Isabelle closes her eyes and looks down. "Paris...the city of love! I went there once," she expresses. "I went there to study for the ballet but I couldn't stay because my true passion was singing. And my family needed me here. So I moved back. Met a nice monsieur, was engaged but in the long run, he left me so now I have nothing so I work here."

Erik looks down, takes a sip of his drink and says, "You could always go back to the opera house." She takes a sip of her own drink that the bartender gave her and says, "I couldn't besides the fire ruined it and the Opera House will not be rebuilt until they can come up with more money. And their main star popular is now gone as I what I've heard." Erik stops drinking as he realizes who he knows she is talking about.

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