Your body was guided along the back of the warehouse, and you found yourself being changed into a different outfit. It was an old fashioned French styled wear, something that caught you by surprise.

On the lower layer was a long black dress hanging just above your booted feet, with a red velvet coat on top. Your hair was clipped back, and you slowly walked back out to the front where Noel was.

Surprisingly, he also wore a black dress. Though it was short, with nylons and heels with a black wig. He sang with a beautiful voice, soft and rough at the same time. He also stood next to a chair as he sang, sometimes sitting on it or using it.

I write poems to burn by firelight

Drank champagne and guzzle gin

Good girl calls me the town bicycle

Don't knock it till you try my life of sin

...

Oh claud my pimp knows never mess with me

The last prick did that faded quick to black

I have no idea where to find him officers

But if you do please mention that I'd like to have return the pretty knife

That I stuck ten times in his back

Noel took in a breath, sighing it out with a smile. He then stepped around, placing a heeled foot onto the chair and rocking himself back and forth.

For I sing songs until the break of dawn

I embarrass a new man every night

My life's one never ending carnival

You, Jane, and Constance then moved over to the chair. Constance was behind, Jane was to the left, and you were to the right. As Noel sat in the chair, the three of you joined in the lyrics and did jazz hands before bringing them to his face.

A whirl of boozy floozy flashing lights

Noel smiled, bringing his knees to his chest.

I want to be that fucked up girl

Mischa then came out from behind a curtain, wearing a hat. Your body was guided away from Noel, who stood up and gave Mischa a stare. Though you never expected this from Noel, you weren't opposed to his wacky ideas.

The two danced together in a choreographed tango, Mischa offering Noel- or Monique, a rose. He gasped dramatically, dropping the rose to ground and slapping the Ukrainian. The two backed away, before aggressively slamming into each other with a rough kiss.

That- was surprising to say the least.

He said I think I am in love with you,

I heard that lie a million times before

Oh tonight I give into the fantasy

Take love when you can when your a whore

For I sing songs until the break of dawn

I embrace a new man every night my life's one

Never ending carnival

A whirl of boozy floozy flashing lights

I want to be that fucked up girl

Noel then rolled to the floor, rolling along the wooden ground while reaching out dramatically. As Ricky (who apparently knew how to play the accordion) played a final note, Noel finally sat laid down on his back with his legs spread.

He then picked the rose back up, dragging it along his leg as he sang smoothly.

So now, I sell my love for opium

In some rat infested chinese dive

At night I burn myself with cigarettes

Just to somehow prove I'm still alive!

He held out the last note for so long it hurt your own lungs. He then gasped dramatically, crawling back to the chair as you, Jane, Ocean, and Constance sang backing vocals with a haunting tone.

Eight months later, I catch typhoid flu

Kicked out I see the ugly light of day

Dying in an alley a priest kneels down to me

Ricky then came round to where Noel leaned back in the chair, kneeling down beside him. He played one more note before everything went silent for a moment, before Ricky leaned down and whispered.

My child, do you have any final words to the lord you'd like to say?

Oui, tell him that like him I choose to burn out

Rather than fade away

Then, the rest of the choir all stood to the side with a certain pose. As Noel continued to sing, the seven of you all stomped to the beat. Slowly but surely, the beat became faster and faster.

For I sing songs until the break of dawn,

I embrace a new man every night my life's one

Never ending carnival!

A whirl of boozy floozy flashing lights!

Then, you all lined up next to Noel. Ocean and Mischa stood on either side of him, Jane and Constance next to them with tambourines in hand. Then finally, you and Ricky. While Ricky still held his accordion, you had picked up a maraca.

I want to be that fucked up girl

I wanna be that fucked up girl!

Noel continued on that last note, standing on top of his chair and dancing. As he did that, you and the choir sang backing vocals. You would run forward with your instruments, pausing to swing your legs in a choreographed dance before repeating the action.

Broken heart, a flask of gin

Tattooed with a safety pin

Teeth all stained with nicotine

Running nylons, shattered dreams

Super crusty, holy terror

Wild eyes and black mascara

Broken heart, a flask of gin

Tattooed with a safety pin

Teeth all stained with nicotine

Running nylons, shattered dreams

Super crusty, holy terror

Wild eyes and black mascara

Noel then placed one heeled foot back down onto the ground, his voice getting more rough. The choir, including yourself ran around him while singing.

If I could have just one dream

If he could have just one dream

I'd be that fucked up girl!

There was a long pause, and you took a while to catch your breath. You set your maraca aside, looking to Noel who had sat back down in his chair normally. His chest rose and fell aggressively, though that was expected.

Mischa, who was off to the side, came closer.

"That..." he began, heaving. "Was dope! Yo!"

Noel smiled with a soft laugh at the sight of Mischa enjoying his musical number. The Ukrainian then turned to Ricky, who still held the accordion. For once, the disabled boy seemed cheerful, which warmed your heart.

"Ricky!" Mischa began. "You play the uh...the squeeze keys! Madwickedawesome!"

You chuckled from where you stood, looking over the outfit Karnak had chosen for you. You were quick to duck into the back and change back into your uniform. And when you had come back, you saw Ocean talking to the others.

"But he dropped the F bomb in the actual chorus," Ocean said with a glare, not noticing how Noel was twirling her red locks in his finger.

Before she could continue on, something must've clicked in Jane, as she moved past you and stood on a platform behind Constance. She sang what seemed to be a joke that you understood immediately, her hand sitting on Constance's shoulder and giving the poor girl a heart attack in the process.

Fornication

Under

Consent of the

King

There was a long pause of Constance heavily breathing, slowly inching away from Jane while trying not to have the doll-like girl notice. Thankfully, she didn't, Constance managing to dart away from her and practically jump into your arms.

"Well," she began. "I liked the part where the two boys kissed."

Noel seemed cheerful that Constance enjoyed that part, and you smiled in reply. Slowly, the five of you turned to where Mischa was still complimenting Ricky's skills on the accordion.

Soon enough the blondie darted away, and the Ukrainian noticed the gazes on him.

"What?" he asked, like what he did was completely normal for him. "It is natural in my country for two men to-to show affection by kissing!"

Mischa turned away with a cough, a shade of pink tinting his cheeks from embarrassment.

"Not always in heels," he mumbled under his breath.

Noel smiled again, laughing quietly. He stood up from his chair, picking it, and the rose he threw to the ground, up. The gay man then walked back to the stage-like area of the warehouse they found themselves in.

Ocean stomped up to Mischa, smiling in a passive-aggressive manner.

"There's a difference between affection and smut," she stated, neck craning to look up at him.

"Not in my bible baby," Noel interrupted. "Bonsoir!"

Ocean scoffed from where she stood, giving up on trying to protest to Mischa. So instead, she hopped up to where Karnak stood as still as ever.

"Noel didn't even talk about anything real, he just sang about how he wanted to be a sex worker in the old fashion days!" she exclaimed. "What's the moral of his story? What's the lesson?"

While Karnak seemed to ignore most of her statements, her last one caught his attention. His robotic head slowly turned to Ocean, his yellow eyes glowing in the dark setting.

"Not every story had a lesson, Ocean," he chimed, voice echoing.

Ocean paused, irritated as she held out a finger to him.

"No..." she started. "Every story has a lesson! Every story!-"

She cut herself off, beginning to do a little dance. Oh, great. You rolled your eyes with a heavy sigh, earning you a look from Constance. Yet another attempt of Ocean doing a musical number.

Every story's got a lesson!

A simple moral to be told!

Although a tale may twist and turn

There's always something you can learn!

A nugget of wisdom, solid gold!

A quiet piano played in the background as Ocean bounded away from Karnak and approached Mischa. She got onto her tip-toes, tapping him on the shoulder to get his attention.

"Mischa," she greeted. "What's your favorite story?"

Mischa paused, before fully turning to face Ocean.

"Easy, Saw Five," he stated, and you could tell he was trying to piss her off.

Ocean subtly glared, turning back to Karnak in an attempt to explain.

"Okay, every story but Saw Five," she was cut off by Mischa.

"Saw Five has powerful story of medically driven insurance providers," he barked. "Saw Five says it is wrong to make dollars for dying men."

You blinked, something in your brain clicking. Though you weren't a fanatic, you had your fair share of horror movie knowledge.

"Actually," you piped up. "That's Saw Six you're talking about."

Ocean was quick to shush you, brushing past and going over to Constance, also ignoring Jane. She stood before Constance, and began to ask about stories so Ocean could explain their stories. You zoned the two of them out, only listening back in when Constance shouted something that caught your attention.

"Porno!" she exclaimed, and you blinked with utter confusion, startled.

"Porno is-" Ocean cut herself off as she realized what she had said.

Strange music began to play in the background, and you honestly vibed to it. You gently bobbed your head up and down before you noticed Mischa giving you a weird look. You were quick to look away to hide your flustered expression.

Ricky and Ocean had spoken for a little, and you continued to zone them out. It wasn't before long that Ocean turned back to Constance, blatantly disappointed with how she had shouted porno out.

"I'm still distracted, I'm still thinking about the time those two boys kissed," she told her, and the four of you looked at Mischa again.

"What?" he asked again, looking to you to which you shrugged in a 'I'm not a part of this' way. "Yo, just because I'm all gangster don't automatically make me homophobe! It's not good to be homophobe!"

(Honestly I can't tell what he says after that so just go with it)

Everyone looked at Mischa with a diversity of expressions, and he gestured. "That shit was emotionally devastating yo," he claimed.

There was a long silence, and the Ukrainian looked disappointed. He looked back to you, to which you just shrugged again. Mischa sighed, before clapping his hands aggressively, making you flinch.

"Time to get this party started, time to make money!" he exclaimed. "Time to make it rain!"

Strange rap-like music began to play in the background as Mischa stepped up beside Karnak, and his mechanical mouth began to open to start talking about Mischa's backstory.

You sighed heavily, though your face was amused. You stood up, walking over to Jane who blinked in utter confusion.

"Here we go again."