*+MoJo+* {This is my first fan fiction, so please review, and let me know what you think. Thanks}
Disclaimer: I don't own Moulin Rouge. If I did I would be in Australia dancing with the kangaroos and running around with pigmy flying dingoes. Thanks bunches!
Setting: This scene takes place on opening night before the debut performance of Spectacular! Spectacular! in Satine's dressing room. The Duke enters the room and approaches Satine with a demand. He is unaware, as is Christian, of Satine's frail condition.
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Satine sat quietly inside her dressing room, preparing for tonight's show, which would begin in only a matter of minutes. Tears streamed down her face and sprinkled her costume as thoughts of what she did to Christian running through her mind. "It was for the best," she thought, "The show must go on."
Suddenly a knock came at her door. Assuming it was Harold or Marie, she invited them willingly into the room. To Satine's surprise, it was the Duke, quickly followed by his manservant, Warner, gun in hand. "My dear, you are looking positively lovely tonight. I hope everything goes off well this evening."
"Thank you, Duke. I do as well."
"That's good." He turns to exit the room, and then abruptly thinks better of it and turns around. "Satine, I know you are a great performer, and that you one day dream of becoming a famous actress." Satine nodded her head in agreement. She dreamed since she was a young child of performing for the world to see.
The Duke continued, "Well, I can make that dream come true for you. For a price, of course."
This last comment lingered in the air for a moment and then Satine stood and replied. "And I am willing to pay that price, Duke. I do believe that we have already discussed this." Satine assumed that the duke was referring to her sleeping with him on opening night.
The Duke continued as if Satine had not said anything. "As I said before, you are a wonderful actress, but can you make someone believe you dead?"
Satine, wondering what he was hinting at replied suspiciously. "I believe I could, Duke, if I was required to do so."
"I require you to do so, Satine. This evening in fact. Prove to me just how good of an actress you truly are."
Satine stood still, utterly confused. "I'm afraid I don't understand what you are saying, Duke." The Duke stepped closer to Satine, Warner remaining in the doorway.
"When the curtain falls, my dear lady, you will not stop acting. You will continue to act, and the scene that will play out will be your death." Satine still couldn't quite grasp the concept that the Duke was creating.
"I'm afraid I still don't understand, Duke." The Duke took another step forward, close enough for Satine to smell his rancid breath. It took all of her strength to not turn away in disgust.
"My dear, Satine, you will act as if you are dying. Make Christian believe you are dead. I am quite sure the boy will show his face here tonight, despite his forewarnings. Be as theatrical as you'd like, fall into the boy's arms, the whole bit. Just so long as he believes you dead."
Satine, stunned at the Duke's request, no, his demand, sat once again, and pondered what she was going to reply to such a dark demand.
Her curiosity overcame her. "Why? Why must I do this?"
The Duke laughed, as if it was some kind of a cruel joke, but she could tell that it wasn't. "Why, you ask?" He turned to Warner. "She asks why, Warner, why!" He continued to laugh, and then swiftly gained his composure. "So that you and I, my dear woman, can continue our life together, happily, and without the interference of that...that...that boy. You will do this, Satine, or I assure you, you will regret it."
Satine knew she had no other choice. She had to obey the Duke. It was her only choice. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *+End Chapter+* Hope you all liked it! I will try to put a new chapter within a week. Please review! Thanks!
Disclaimer: I don't own Moulin Rouge. If I did I would be in Australia dancing with the kangaroos and running around with pigmy flying dingoes. Thanks bunches!
Setting: This scene takes place on opening night before the debut performance of Spectacular! Spectacular! in Satine's dressing room. The Duke enters the room and approaches Satine with a demand. He is unaware, as is Christian, of Satine's frail condition.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Satine sat quietly inside her dressing room, preparing for tonight's show, which would begin in only a matter of minutes. Tears streamed down her face and sprinkled her costume as thoughts of what she did to Christian running through her mind. "It was for the best," she thought, "The show must go on."
Suddenly a knock came at her door. Assuming it was Harold or Marie, she invited them willingly into the room. To Satine's surprise, it was the Duke, quickly followed by his manservant, Warner, gun in hand. "My dear, you are looking positively lovely tonight. I hope everything goes off well this evening."
"Thank you, Duke. I do as well."
"That's good." He turns to exit the room, and then abruptly thinks better of it and turns around. "Satine, I know you are a great performer, and that you one day dream of becoming a famous actress." Satine nodded her head in agreement. She dreamed since she was a young child of performing for the world to see.
The Duke continued, "Well, I can make that dream come true for you. For a price, of course."
This last comment lingered in the air for a moment and then Satine stood and replied. "And I am willing to pay that price, Duke. I do believe that we have already discussed this." Satine assumed that the duke was referring to her sleeping with him on opening night.
The Duke continued as if Satine had not said anything. "As I said before, you are a wonderful actress, but can you make someone believe you dead?"
Satine, wondering what he was hinting at replied suspiciously. "I believe I could, Duke, if I was required to do so."
"I require you to do so, Satine. This evening in fact. Prove to me just how good of an actress you truly are."
Satine stood still, utterly confused. "I'm afraid I don't understand what you are saying, Duke." The Duke stepped closer to Satine, Warner remaining in the doorway.
"When the curtain falls, my dear lady, you will not stop acting. You will continue to act, and the scene that will play out will be your death." Satine still couldn't quite grasp the concept that the Duke was creating.
"I'm afraid I still don't understand, Duke." The Duke took another step forward, close enough for Satine to smell his rancid breath. It took all of her strength to not turn away in disgust.
"My dear, Satine, you will act as if you are dying. Make Christian believe you are dead. I am quite sure the boy will show his face here tonight, despite his forewarnings. Be as theatrical as you'd like, fall into the boy's arms, the whole bit. Just so long as he believes you dead."
Satine, stunned at the Duke's request, no, his demand, sat once again, and pondered what she was going to reply to such a dark demand.
Her curiosity overcame her. "Why? Why must I do this?"
The Duke laughed, as if it was some kind of a cruel joke, but she could tell that it wasn't. "Why, you ask?" He turned to Warner. "She asks why, Warner, why!" He continued to laugh, and then swiftly gained his composure. "So that you and I, my dear woman, can continue our life together, happily, and without the interference of that...that...that boy. You will do this, Satine, or I assure you, you will regret it."
Satine knew she had no other choice. She had to obey the Duke. It was her only choice. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *+End Chapter+* Hope you all liked it! I will try to put a new chapter within a week. Please review! Thanks!