It was mid 1899 when Rosette first arrived in Paris. She had run away from home at the age of 19 and came to Paris to satisfy for art, music and dance, things forbidden by her parents.

She stepped off the train, suitcase in hand, body trembling all over for this was the first time she was alone. She looked around the train station, there were so many people walking past here as if she wasn't there. A feeling of doubt rushed over her and she wanted to go home, but she knew there was no turning back.

She left the train station and headed in no particular direction until she saw a sign, a sign that read "Montmartre". She heard of this place from her parents, they told her it was run by the devil and populated with sin. Rosette hesitated but took one step closer, she became overcome with desire to see what was so bad about it.

The first thing she saw when she entered Montmarte was a poster, a bright colourful poster that had the words "Moulin Rouge" written several times I bright red in letters. In the corner it was signed with a T and an L. What is this Moulin Rouge? She thought. A place called Red Mill, it sounded so strange, what could be so special about a red mill?

Her curiosity made her want to find this place so she asked for directions and before she knew it, she was in front of The Moulin Rouge. She could here music coming from the inside. Her curiosity brought her closer and closer to the door. A man opened the door for with a smile on his face.

She walked inside to see a party going on, a really large party at that. It was a dance hall or some kind of night club. Rosettes eyes lit up, she watched the skirts twirl and the legs kick and oh it felt great. What really caught her eye were the dancers, they seemed so free and adored. From that moment on, she wanted to be one she wanted to dance in the Moulin Rouge.