You Got Hurt by a Pumpkin?!

Painting with the magical paintbrush he had been gifted was a delight. With only a few strokes he could quite literally capture movement, the paint appearing to shift and flicker on the canvas. Was it cheating? If it was, Bastien didn't care. He had always believed that an artist was free to use whatever tools he could, as long as he knew how to make a good final product. As it was, he was painting something to celebrate his and Rexanna's engagement. Gold featured heavily, as the colour always reminded him of his beloved. Two hands, cupped, held a flower at the top - and two hands beneath prepared to catch it. He was unsure about the concept, but the idea had come to him in the dead of night and he hadn't been able to put it down. The thought player played a tune he'd heard once in a ballroom in Venice. He couldn't quite remember how it had begun, but the main portion of the piece had been beautiful, truly easily to dance to. His foot tapped on the ground as he hummed along. As he did, he began to wonder where Rexanna was. They were not the sort of couple that were constantly glued at the hip, but he usually saw her once a day at least; she had been gone for several hours. Probably nothing, he tried to reassure himself. ..But in case it was something, he promised himself that he could go looking for her in an hour. Bastien Start by admitting from cradle to tomb Isn't that long a stay Life is a cabaret, old chum It's only a cabaret, old chum