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You see, Red Shoes,
we have three stories to tell you.
But they're all, well, how would you put it exactly?
Interrelated.
What's the worst thing that could happen to three best friends?
I see you in a picture frame.
I wish that I could know your name.
You comfort me in ways that you'll never know.
I don't mean you couldn't come alive.
I feel the mystery.
You see, Red Shoes, the three of us work at the last of the Diamond Dance Bars,
the Stardust.
The only difference between then and now is that it's more like a buck a minute.
We encourage the consumption
of champagne and good conversation.
And absolutely no dating.
A guy gets out of hand, and we stick Marilyn on him.
And once he's got Marilyn on his tail,
he ain't never coming back.
You ever seen a pit bull in heat?
Can I get on with this, please?
You go right ahead, darling.
Anyway, it all started when... when
Armin...
Army was the singer in the band.
I wish that I could know her name.
She comforts me in ways that she will never know.
If only she would come alive, I'd feel
the mystery in her.
He and the band played two sets a night, seven days a week, for as
long as anyone could remember.
Yeah.
You probably guessed it.
He just... He
just... He
died.
He died.
It was.
Everybody loved Arnie.
And
when
he passed on, well, it just broke our hearts.
But the show, you know.
And to go on.
That, too.
Hello?
Hi, I'm Michael.
Union sent me.
Oh.
A little young, aren't you?
Yes, ma'am. But I can sing and know all the tunes, the old ones.
And at least I can guarantee you that.
Well, it's too late to replace you.
At least for tonight.
Go on, show me what you've got.
Okay, thank you very much.
I wish that I could know your name.
You comfort me in ways that you will never know.
mystery is in your eyes.
If I could read through this brave and judging face.
I could justify the love I have for you.
Come alive, my baby, please come alive.
Come alive, if I ask you to come alive.
Could it be you exist only in my dreams?
Let the fragrance of the air, the symphony, lock up in
this cellar.
Hello. I never drink.
I mean, I shouldn't drink.
I don't know. You want a drink?
No, thanks. I'm okay.
From Nan.
Michael.
You know what happened tonight?
It wasn't your fault.
I mean, it was just one of those nutty coincidences.
I mean, how could you know that that was the same song Army was singing when he
left us?
I mean, looking...
Singing, just like he did.
So... So?
Wanna dance?
Well, I just sort of thought that since we're here...
Well, anyway, it's free.
I'm not a very good dancer.
Me neither.
Yeah, but it's what you do.
It's what I do, but not what I do.
Not forever, anyway.
That's my favorite part.
Wanna know what?
It makes me feel like... ...somewhere else.
If you keep looking up... ...it could be anywhere at all.
Herod?
Elm?
Amsterdam?
How's your choice?
This is what I do.
I'm dancing, somebody.
I just can't look.
Look up.
Shut my eye.
Here.
Anything you know.
Hmm.
We know.
He was the sweetest, most gentle, most understanding man.
Human being.
Basically, a girl's got to do what a girl's got to do.
Oh, you should talk, Darcy.
Yeah, well, anyway, it was a Tuesday night.
Nan and Winnie were off, so I had no way of knowing what had happened the night
before.
Oh, I know that now, Darcy.
Well, I know you do, sweetheart.
I just want to make it clear to Mr. Red Shoes.
Anyway, like I was saying, it was a Tuesday night, and
he had the sweetest voice you had ever heard.
And when he sang that song,
By then, he probably knew that was his lucky song.
So? So.
So what were you to learn how to sing so pretty?
My grandmother, I guess. She was sort of a fan.
just picturing you as a little boy sitting there with your grandma and
singing her favorite tunes.
I don't know.
Do me a favor.
Kiss me.
I love making love in a pack of unicorns.
Especially finished.
Chevys, boards.
It's true.
I never could resist a man in the backseat of a vintage automobile.
I bet you can't guess what happened next.
And it all began with that damn song.
Yep. That damn song.
could come alive I'd feel the
mysteries in you
Do this brave and touchy thing.
Like a child, survive the love I've been for you.
Come alive, my baby, please come alive.
Come alive, if I ask you, just come alive.
With me, you exist only in my dreams.
There's a phrase in the end, is it really?
Thank you.
Okay. Oh, yeah, second that.
Ditto.
You see, Thursday through Saturday, all three of us work at the same club, and
we just so happen to be sitting around.
Yacking the way girls can do.
And we all had something to talk about, if you know what I mean.
But what happened next was really quite funny.
Well, when you look back on it.
Exactly.
Okay, so we were dancing, and I looked into his
eyes, and I just asked him to kiss me.
You did what?
Yeah.
And he did.
Oh, yes, he did.
Well, good for you, girl.
Can I tell you something?
What?
I did the same damn thing.
Kiss me.
No, you didn't.
Yeah, I did.
Me too.
I just walked up to him and I said, Michael, kiss me, goddammit.
What'd you say his name was?
Michael. Why?
That's funny.
What's funny?
Well, my guy's name Michael, too.
So is mine.
That's weird.
Doesn't feel weird considering the fact there's this new guy named Michael who
just happens to work in the same place as you three dingbags.
How could you?
Me? What about you?
Well, I was there first.
Hell.
Might have had him if he would have had me.
Reminds me of Arnie the way he used to just...
Get so involved with everybody.
He was just too nice. That was his problem.
It was too sweet.
Sweetest darn thing I ever heard.
After Army.
Sweetest damn thing.
Oh, mom.
Oh,
kiss him.
That's not all he was good at.
Well,
there you have it, Red Shoes.
He came just as quickly as he went.
So quickly, in fact, we question if he ever really existed.
Oh, but he did.
And he does.
He'll always be in our hearts.
The man of our dreams.
That's what he is.
Yeah, he was something, all right.
But really, come to think of it, so are we.
I don't know what to think about that. Let's take a walk and think about it.
Come on, Stella.
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