Post by Lindsay on Jul 30, 2009 12:34:30 GMT -7
Once the sun began to come up, bringing with it the light of the new day, the dancers of the Moulin Rouge knew their night was over. By this time most of the men, young and old, had gone home to their dreary lives, their boring wives, and their ungrateful children. They went back to their work, and left the fantasy of the Moulin Rouge behind them- at least for now. While others were just going to bed, at 4:30am, Anthony had gotten up and was off to work. He often cleaned the dance halls and brothels early in the morning, because nobody was in the usually busy areas. Later on in the day people might be practicing new dances for the shows, or lounging about, or stretching, or whatever else it was that dancers did.
Anthony took the keys out of his pocket and unlocked the small, unlit closet where the brooms, mops, and cleaning supplies were kept. He brought out the broom first. It was the type of book that had a long, shaggy bottom that could be pushed along the floor. He started in one corner and began pushing the broom, the clip-clop of his shoes echoing through the empty ballroom. He whistled a classical tune, thinking deep thoughts while going through the rhythmic movements of work.
He paused momentarily, and set his broom down as he picked up a red garter from the floor. He'd hate for it to get mixed with the filth of the floor. It looked rather valuable. The Moulin Rouge dancers were not the cheap kind, so this garter must have belonged to someone. He walked over to a table and sat it down on the chair, knowing he'd probably find other things lying scattered across the floor as he cleaned up.
