This idea came to my head one night I was watching television and thinking about all things possible. I just wanted to write some kind of a Moulin Rouge- story. I hope you will like it. And I don´t own Moulin Rouge characters as you too know. Only Sara is mine. "She´s mine!" like the Duke would say. Ok, here it is.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Have you ever just sat down and thought about your life? Everything you´ve done or experienced? I have and always it makes me feel sad. I don´t know why, but every time I get the feeling that I haven´t done anything yet, that I haven´t lived. Maybe that doesn´t seem very serious because I´m just 16, but it´s so distressing feeling. I get this feeling every time when I watch something very sad or dramatic movie. Just like Moulin Rouge is.

I was watching Moulin Rouge (for about 5th time) on a very boring Friday-night. I hadn´t had the energy to go anywhere, so I just sat home. I was very tired, because the school week had been really tough and stressing with it´s exams. The clock was almost twelve, but I did not want to go sleep yet. So I sat nodding on the couch, my eyes almost closed, dreaming about Ewan McGregor (or Christian) singing love songs for me, when I suddenly felt dizzy. I felt like the room was going around and I started to feel sick. I almost throw up when the spinning suddenly ended. I think my best friend would say: "Wow, that was GREAT! Let´s take another spin!" but I´m not so into of speed. Maybe I´m a little wimp, but hey, I´m just protecting myself. "Protecting yourself about fun," my friend would say but I´m not so daring like she is.

So the spinnig stopped and when I looked around I realized I wasn´t in my own room anymore. The room was dark, curtains were closed. I opened the curtains and started to investigate the room. The room was furnished very ascetic, there was only a bed, some kind of closet, a wooden chair, a desk and a typewriter on the desk. There hadn´t cleaned for a long time, the room was vey messy. There was empty bottles and crumpled paper sheets everywhere. I noticed the typewriter wasn´t a modern one, it was black, big and awkward. There was a sheet on the machine and I was going to read it when I heard loud singing. "Chiiildren of the revoluuution, yeah! It´s called freedom, beauty, truth and loooove!" two men were singing and I think they were climbing up the stairs. They got angry "Shut up!"- and "Keep quiet"- shoutings while they were singing. The other voice sounded very familiar. Could it be..?

The door was opened and I must have looked very funny when I saw the men´s faces. They were Toulouse and Christian! They looked also very dumbfounded. "Wh-who are you?" Toulouse stuttered. I swallowed and said: "I´m Sara." "Hello, my name is Henry Marie Raymond Toulouse-Lautrec-Montfa and this here is Christian," Toulouse said pointing at Christian.

"I prefer just Toulouse," I said because I remembered that all called him like that in the movie.

".so excuse me for forgetting, but these things I doooo. U see I´ve forgotten if they´re green or they´re blueeee. Anyway the thing is well I really mean YOURS ARE THE SWEETEST EYES I´VE EVER SEEN!" Christian sang on a drunken voice and danced around the room. Ok, I got my love songs from Christian, but I didn´t mean that he´d be drunk! So, I think you understand, it didn´t sound very flattered.

"I think somebody has been celebrating too much," I said to Toulouse who was not so drunk.

Toulouse tried to keep Christian, who was staggering, on his feet and said: "Yes, I tried to say him not to drink so much, because he has a job interview tomorrow morning."

Christian was trying to stay up on his own feet and sang: "I hope you don´t mind, I hope you don´t mind, that I´ve put down in words: how wonderful life is NOW YOU`RE IN THE WORLD!" After he had noticed that Toulouse and I were holding our ears he stopped and shouted: "I´m not going there! I´m not gonna go anywhere! You can keep your stupid interviews!"

I turned to Toulouse and asked: "What job interview does he have tomorrow?"

"It´s into a newspaper. Christian is a good writer and I think that he would get the job if he just got there," Toulouse said raising his voice in the end but Christian didn´t hear. He had more interesting things to thought: he was trying to take his shoes off and that seemed very hard to him at that moment.

"But well! I´ve been so busy that I haven´t asked how did you got there? Emm, I don´t mean that you´d have to go away, but. I´m just interested," Toulouse asked now.

I couldn´t say that "I was just watching Moulin Rouge, and oops! Then I just disappeared here!" because I didn´t want to explain them everything. It would take too much time. So I just said: "I have been looking for a new apartment, and when I passed by and saw this place from the window I just loved it and asked the landlady to open the door." Luckily I had opened the curtains. I was a big liar, I would never like to live in an apartment like this. But that was the best I thought up at the moment.

Toulouse looked around and lifted his right eyebrow up. I think he was wondering how somebody could be so strange, that would like an apartment like this. "Well, I must let Christian sleeping now," he said. "I hope we will meet again!"

He almost run out of the door and I didn´t manage to ask about "where I could sleep?" or "can I stay here over the night?". Christian wasn´t able to answer to me so I made my own conclusion, that I can stay right here. So there I was sitting on the floor wondering where I could go to sleep. After a quick search I didn´t found any place else than the bed where Christian was snoring loudly, and I went to sleep beside him. As far of him as possible, because I didn´t want seem intrusive (but I don´t think he would noticed anything, because he was sleeping like a log).

I must be very tired, because I fell asleep as soon as I went to bed. And how did I fell asleep at all when he was snoring and the bed was so hard! I think my last thought was: my back will be very aching at morning.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ The end is not so good. But I like the starting, don´t know do you like. So, dear readers (if somebody even reads this) please rewiew, if you have time! It makes me so happy to get rewiews, even the negative ones. Sara may seem very boring, but she´s like me. It´s so much easier to choose a character who is like me than somebody who is not-so- like-me. But don´t care about her, care about the whole! I´ll try to write more as soon as possible.