Elizabeth had been at the Moulin Rouge for years, since she was 13 in
fact. She had arrived a few years after Satine and had watched her go from
just another can-can dancer, to being the "Sparkling Diamond" and the star
of the show. Elizabeth, meanwhile, had remained just another can-can girl
and courtesan. Like Satine, she had dreams of being a real actress some
day. But, unlike Satine, no one took notice. So she always ended up as just
another back up dancer.
Not that she was bitter towards Satine. On the contrary, they were quite good friends. Unlike most of the other girls, Elizabeth really likes Satine. Satine had always been nice to her, especially when she had first arrived at the Rouge. Satine showed her around the town, taught her the tricks of the trade and just in general became her friend. They would share their dreams of escaping one day and becoming big stars in a real theatre. And Satine always gave Elizabeth her love and support.
One night, when everyone was getting ready for the show, Elizabeth heard everyone gossiping about the Duke who was interested in investing in their show and it was up to Satine to convince him. Elizabeth knew what that ment…that Satine had to sleep with him. When she finished getting dressed and putting her make-up on, she decided she would go visit Satine and wish her luck. She went up stairs to where Satine's dressing room was and knocked on the door.
"Come in," said a voice from inside.
Elizabeth opened the door and saw Satine sitting at her vanity putting on her top hat for her infamous, "Diamonds Are A Girls Best Friend," act. She walked over to her.
"Hi Satine. I just heard about the Duke, and I wanted to come up and tell you to break a leg tonight."
Satine looked at her friend and smiled, "Thank you Elizabeth. That's very sweet of you."
"Are you feeling better? I've heard you coughing a lot lately."
"Oh yes dear, I'm fine. It's just these silly costumes."
"If you're sure. If anything ever happened to you, I'd go crazy. You're the only friend I have here."
Satine had finished dressing and stoop up. She took her friends hands in her gloved one's and said comfortingly, "Don't worry, I'm fine. Everything will be alright." She gave Elizabeth a hug. "Come on, we've got to get into place. It's almost time for the show to start. And I know you'll do wonderful."
"I'll be there in a minute," Elizabeth said.
Satine nodded and made her out of the room.
Elizabeth stood there for a moment gazing at herself in Satine's mirror. Satine was always telling her how pretty she was with her red hair and bright blue eyes. And Elizabeth knew she was somewhat attractive because she did get a lot of handsome young men for customers. But they didn't look at her the way they looked at Satine.
"Oh well," she thought, "the show must go on," and she made her way to the stage…
As the night wore on, Elizabeth began getting tired of playing the same act with every man that approached her. Tonight all of them were older and creepy and Elizabeth began doubting herself. As she moved around the dance floor, searching out a younger man who looked friendlier, she noticed Satine dancing around the floor with a young man.
"That must be the Duke," she thought. As moved closer to her friend, she saw that the man was very young indeed, and very handsome. Probably the most handsome man she had ever seen. "Satine's very lucky," she thought, "to get a young handsome Duke to share her bed with."
As Satine and the young man danced passed her, she saw he was even more handsome up close. Her heart began to beat faster, and she suddenly, for the first time in her life, became slightly jealous of her best friend. Why didn't she ever get men that handsome drueling over her? She had a voice just as good as Satine's and she had just as much talent. Why wasn't she the "Sparkling Diamond?"
Elizabeth quickly pushed those thoughts out of her head. She had no right thinking that about her best friend. Satine had been nothing but kind to her. She was much more talented at seducing men than Elizabeth was, and she was a lot prettier. And she knew that Satine was the only one who get the Duke to invest in the show. She only hoped that he was as kind as he was handsome. She would hate for Satine to be abused, that happened all to often around her.
As she was watching the couple dance across the room, she hadn't realized that someone had approached her until she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around to see a farely young and farely handsome man beside her. He wasn't as handsome as Satine's Duke, but he would do. She smiled at him seductively, "Hello there."
"Hello," he said as he took her hand, then he raised it to his lips and kissed it, "And what might your name be?" he asked.
"Some people call me the "Diamond," because they say I remind them of Satine, but you can call me Lizzy," she said as she ran her had down his chest.
"Well, Lizzy, you may not be the 'Sparkling Diamond,' but you're definitely sparkling," he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her against him. "How would you like to spend the night with me?"
"I'd love to. Come with me," she whispered sensually as she took his hand and led me towards her bedroom.
Elizabeth did her best to please her customer. He was very handsome, and much more gentle than some of the men she had had the last couple of nights. But for some reason, all she could see when she looked at him was the face of the handsome duke Satine had danced with. As he leaned in to kiss her and they fell back on the bed, Elizabeth closed her eyes and pretended that the handsome duke was with her and not Satine.
Not that she was bitter towards Satine. On the contrary, they were quite good friends. Unlike most of the other girls, Elizabeth really likes Satine. Satine had always been nice to her, especially when she had first arrived at the Rouge. Satine showed her around the town, taught her the tricks of the trade and just in general became her friend. They would share their dreams of escaping one day and becoming big stars in a real theatre. And Satine always gave Elizabeth her love and support.
One night, when everyone was getting ready for the show, Elizabeth heard everyone gossiping about the Duke who was interested in investing in their show and it was up to Satine to convince him. Elizabeth knew what that ment…that Satine had to sleep with him. When she finished getting dressed and putting her make-up on, she decided she would go visit Satine and wish her luck. She went up stairs to where Satine's dressing room was and knocked on the door.
"Come in," said a voice from inside.
Elizabeth opened the door and saw Satine sitting at her vanity putting on her top hat for her infamous, "Diamonds Are A Girls Best Friend," act. She walked over to her.
"Hi Satine. I just heard about the Duke, and I wanted to come up and tell you to break a leg tonight."
Satine looked at her friend and smiled, "Thank you Elizabeth. That's very sweet of you."
"Are you feeling better? I've heard you coughing a lot lately."
"Oh yes dear, I'm fine. It's just these silly costumes."
"If you're sure. If anything ever happened to you, I'd go crazy. You're the only friend I have here."
Satine had finished dressing and stoop up. She took her friends hands in her gloved one's and said comfortingly, "Don't worry, I'm fine. Everything will be alright." She gave Elizabeth a hug. "Come on, we've got to get into place. It's almost time for the show to start. And I know you'll do wonderful."
"I'll be there in a minute," Elizabeth said.
Satine nodded and made her out of the room.
Elizabeth stood there for a moment gazing at herself in Satine's mirror. Satine was always telling her how pretty she was with her red hair and bright blue eyes. And Elizabeth knew she was somewhat attractive because she did get a lot of handsome young men for customers. But they didn't look at her the way they looked at Satine.
"Oh well," she thought, "the show must go on," and she made her way to the stage…
As the night wore on, Elizabeth began getting tired of playing the same act with every man that approached her. Tonight all of them were older and creepy and Elizabeth began doubting herself. As she moved around the dance floor, searching out a younger man who looked friendlier, she noticed Satine dancing around the floor with a young man.
"That must be the Duke," she thought. As moved closer to her friend, she saw that the man was very young indeed, and very handsome. Probably the most handsome man she had ever seen. "Satine's very lucky," she thought, "to get a young handsome Duke to share her bed with."
As Satine and the young man danced passed her, she saw he was even more handsome up close. Her heart began to beat faster, and she suddenly, for the first time in her life, became slightly jealous of her best friend. Why didn't she ever get men that handsome drueling over her? She had a voice just as good as Satine's and she had just as much talent. Why wasn't she the "Sparkling Diamond?"
Elizabeth quickly pushed those thoughts out of her head. She had no right thinking that about her best friend. Satine had been nothing but kind to her. She was much more talented at seducing men than Elizabeth was, and she was a lot prettier. And she knew that Satine was the only one who get the Duke to invest in the show. She only hoped that he was as kind as he was handsome. She would hate for Satine to be abused, that happened all to often around her.
As she was watching the couple dance across the room, she hadn't realized that someone had approached her until she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around to see a farely young and farely handsome man beside her. He wasn't as handsome as Satine's Duke, but he would do. She smiled at him seductively, "Hello there."
"Hello," he said as he took her hand, then he raised it to his lips and kissed it, "And what might your name be?" he asked.
"Some people call me the "Diamond," because they say I remind them of Satine, but you can call me Lizzy," she said as she ran her had down his chest.
"Well, Lizzy, you may not be the 'Sparkling Diamond,' but you're definitely sparkling," he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her against him. "How would you like to spend the night with me?"
"I'd love to. Come with me," she whispered sensually as she took his hand and led me towards her bedroom.
Elizabeth did her best to please her customer. He was very handsome, and much more gentle than some of the men she had had the last couple of nights. But for some reason, all she could see when she looked at him was the face of the handsome duke Satine had danced with. As he leaned in to kiss her and they fell back on the bed, Elizabeth closed her eyes and pretended that the handsome duke was with her and not Satine.