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[pic]Set in Christian's bed room; Satine is lying on the bed .She doesn't want to hurt Christian, but knows it is the only way to save him. Perhaps Harold is right, the show must go on. Christian is typing away when suddenly he looks up at Satine, and noticing her concentration "Do you ever wonder what you'd be doing if you weren't here?" he asked "I suppose." she replied, "It seems I've always been here." "Yes." he said sadly. "Christian, is something wrong?" choosing her words carefully she continued, "you just seem so. solemn, lately. Is something bothering you?" "Well, it's just." "What is it Christian" she urged. "I don't like what they do to you." He blurted "What? Who?" "Everyone here, Zidler, Marie, the dancers-how they talk about you behind your back, and the Duke, especially the Duke." "Christian, it is all right, really. They aren't hurting me." "But they are Satine! You don't see it, but they are. I know your not happy here, and everyday a piece of you dies, the pieces I love the most. I don't want you to look back and regret, I want you to look and say you lived and you loved with your whole heart." "Like you." She replied bitterly "What?" "Well, take a look at your life Christian." "What about it." "You preach about things you've never experienced and expect everyone to just follow along, giving no never mind to their own lives. You don't even think of how it will effect them in the end. After your gone." "I think I have done pretty well at living my life. and at least I have made an attempt at living my life the way I want." "And I haven't?" she fumed. "You are only happy when your on stage or performing, or.or with me, I hope.. The Moulin Rouge is not the only place you can perform, there are other stages in France. Hell, all EUROPE!" "I know that, don't you think I know that. Your right Christian, I don't like it here, but it is my home, and I am guaranteed a starring role, food and a place to sleep for as long as I stay on." " So you don't even want to try... Your just going to give up." " I don't think of it as giving up Christian, it's surviving, any way you can." "But it doesn't have to be that way." "It does Christian, it really does." "But why?" he pulled her to him, "Satine, you can tell me. Whatever is keeping you here." "I can't Christian, I can't tell anyone." She began to walk away. "Satine.." He said with his back to her and paused knowing he'd regret it later, but he loved her, "if you tell me, I'll tell you anything you want to know about me, my life." "Anything?." She breathed, knowing it was a big step for him, she knew in her heart he had come to France to escape his life before and begin anew. This left him wide open for interrogation. "Anything." He sighed. "All right." she said closing the door and walking back to him.
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[pic]Set in Christian's bed room; Satine is lying on the bed .She doesn't want to hurt Christian, but knows it is the only way to save him. Perhaps Harold is right, the show must go on. Christian is typing away when suddenly he looks up at Satine, and noticing her concentration "Do you ever wonder what you'd be doing if you weren't here?" he asked "I suppose." she replied, "It seems I've always been here." "Yes." he said sadly. "Christian, is something wrong?" choosing her words carefully she continued, "you just seem so. solemn, lately. Is something bothering you?" "Well, it's just." "What is it Christian" she urged. "I don't like what they do to you." He blurted "What? Who?" "Everyone here, Zidler, Marie, the dancers-how they talk about you behind your back, and the Duke, especially the Duke." "Christian, it is all right, really. They aren't hurting me." "But they are Satine! You don't see it, but they are. I know your not happy here, and everyday a piece of you dies, the pieces I love the most. I don't want you to look back and regret, I want you to look and say you lived and you loved with your whole heart." "Like you." She replied bitterly "What?" "Well, take a look at your life Christian." "What about it." "You preach about things you've never experienced and expect everyone to just follow along, giving no never mind to their own lives. You don't even think of how it will effect them in the end. After your gone." "I think I have done pretty well at living my life. and at least I have made an attempt at living my life the way I want." "And I haven't?" she fumed. "You are only happy when your on stage or performing, or.or with me, I hope.. The Moulin Rouge is not the only place you can perform, there are other stages in France. Hell, all EUROPE!" "I know that, don't you think I know that. Your right Christian, I don't like it here, but it is my home, and I am guaranteed a starring role, food and a place to sleep for as long as I stay on." " So you don't even want to try... Your just going to give up." " I don't think of it as giving up Christian, it's surviving, any way you can." "But it doesn't have to be that way." "It does Christian, it really does." "But why?" he pulled her to him, "Satine, you can tell me. Whatever is keeping you here." "I can't Christian, I can't tell anyone." She began to walk away. "Satine.." He said with his back to her and paused knowing he'd regret it later, but he loved her, "if you tell me, I'll tell you anything you want to know about me, my life." "Anything?." She breathed, knowing it was a big step for him, she knew in her heart he had come to France to escape his life before and begin anew. This left him wide open for interrogation. "Anything." He sighed. "All right." she said closing the door and walking back to him.
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