Take me to Beddie: an Eddie Redmayne fanfiction

Lovely Ladies

After getting a takeaway cup of tea, you took a brisk walk back to Pinewood studios. After months of whining, you had finally agreed to being an extra on the set of Les Miserables with your overly fanatic friend Lucie. After college, you had both moved to London as you had wanted to start your own bakery and Lucie just wanted to get away from the druggie town that you had both once lived in. Burning your tongue on the scalding tea, you signed back in at the desk and passed the other cup to the girl who looked comatose while staring creepily at Hugh Jackman. "Hello.. Earth to Lucie." I giggled. She jumped, nearly spilling the milky tea over her jeans. "Bianka! Stop scaring me!" She groaned.
"Hair, makeup and costume for extras." Some assistant shouted. Lucie whooped and grabbed my arm, dragging me over. "What are we?" I asked, stroking the fabric on a low cut dress. "Duh, we're prostitutes. Haven't you seen the play? I'm sure I made you watch the movie." Ha. A prostitute. How fitting. For the past few months, we have not really had enough money to pay rent on our flat, so I've been.. you know.. selling myself to bored husbands and weird university boys. It's not that bad really, I have quite a high price. Lucie isn't a prostitute, she works in KFC. I gave Lucie a scathing look, and she grinned sneakily at me. So she planned this then. I sighed. At least I am proud of being a hooker. 

Sailors:
I smell women
Smell 'em in the air
Think I'll drop my anchor
In that harbor over there
Lovely ladies
I'll love you 'till I'm broke
Seven months at sea
And now I'm hungry for a poke
Even stokers need a little stoke!

Whores:
Lovely ladies
Waiting for a bite
Waiting for the customers
Who only come at night
Lovely ladies
Ready for the call
Standing up or lying down
Or any way at all
Bargain prices up against the wall

Crone:
What pretty hair
What pretty locks you got there
What luck you got, it's worth a centime my dear
I'll take the lot

Fantine
Don't touch me, leave me alone

Crone:
Let's make a price, I'll give you all of ten francs
Just think of that!

Fantine:
It pays a debt

Crone:
Just think of that

Fantine:
What can I do? It pays a debt.
Ten francs may save my poor Cosette!

[Fantine re-emerges, her long hair cut short.]

Whores:
Lovely ladies
Waiting in the dark
Ready for a thick one
Or a quick one in the park
Long time short time
Any time, my dear
Cost a little extra if you want to take all year!
Quick and cheap is underneath the pier!

Man 2:
Come over here it's twenty francs for a tooth

Whore:
Come here my dear I'll pay you well for your youth

Man 2:
The pain won't last
You'll still be able to bite

Whore:
*Whispers* It's just the back ones

Man 2:
I do it fast
I know my business alright
It's worth a go

Fantine:
You'll pay me first what I am due

Man 2:
You'll get twice if I take two

Pimp:
Give me the dirt, who's that bit over there?

Whore 1:
A bit of skirt, she's the one sold her hair.

Whore 2:
She's got a kid sends her all that she can

Pimp:
I might have known
There is always some man
Lovely lady, come along and join us!
Lovely lady!

Whores:
Come on dearie, why all the fuss?
You're no grander than the rest of us
Life has dropped you at the bottom of the heap
Join your sisters, make money in your sleep!

[Fantine goes off with one of the sailors.]

That's right dearie, show him what you've got!
That's right dearie, let him have the lot

Old men, young men, take 'em as they come
Harbor rats and alley cats and every kind of scum
Poor men, rich men, leaders of the land
See them with their trousers off they're never quite as grand
All it takes is money in your hand!

Lovely ladies
Going for a song
Got a lot of callers
But they never stay for long

Fantine:
Come on, Captain
You can wear your shoes
Don't it make a change
To have a girl who can't refuse
Easy money
Lying on a bed
Just as well they never see
The hate that's in your head
Don't they know they're making love
To one already dead!

We had to sing that song for about five hours while they took shots from different angles. But I've got to say how good of a singer Anne Hathaway is just wow! It was actually quite fun, dancing and singing and dressing up. Maybe I should dress like this when I get a new customer. After filming, we went back into the costume room where we were going to get changed. "Excuse me?" A man, around 30 stopped me. Lucie glanced at me, but I nodded for her to continue the walk to the changing rooms. "Yes?" I asked him. He looked rich, judging by the way his hair was perfectly coiffed and his shoes shined. As he was in a buisness suit, I judged that he would be a producer of some sort. "You're the whore right?" He whispered, deviously.
"Excuse me?" I demanded.
"Oh, don't be petty. I know what you are." He was not angry, just had a sly smirk on his clean shaven face. "I want you."
"What?" I questioned incredulously.
"How much do you cost?"
"How much will you pay?"
"Three hundred pounds." He stated. I'm sure that if I was drinking water I would have spit it all over him. That was nearly three times my regular amount.
"Okay."

"What took you so long?" Lucie asked me.
"I had some buisness." I said, not giving her anymore information than that. She didn't need it.
"oh."

Three days later, I got a call from Jared- the last client that I had.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Meet me in Camden."
"Same price?"
"Same price." He confirmed and hung up. It dawned on me that he didn't say where about in Camden, so I just got on the Tube and decided to wander around aimlessly until I found him.