Disclaimer: No, Satine, Christian, all the other characters, and the
Moulin Rouge are not mine, sorry. But if they were then we would have
joyous times playing board games and drinking orange soda. So enjoy the
story!
Note to readers: I tried to make Tulose talk like he does in the movie, so all the way the words and stuff are spelled are to try and create the accent...just...go with it...
Christian sat at his typewriter in his new garret in the small, bohemian town of Montmartre. He looked out the window at the sun that was setting behind the city. The beautiful oranges and reds of the sunset reminded Christian of his home in London. He felt a small pang of homesickness. Brushing his feelings aside, he stood up and stretched. He walked to the French doors leading to the balcony and opened them. He looked out at the city that was now his new home. The lights were lighting up the twilit sky. With a loud crackling, the lights of the nearby nightclub, the Moulin Rouge, came on and added a faint, red tint to the now darkening sky. Christian sighed and closed his eyes. The cool night air left his skin tingling. A slight breeze ruffled his hair and he smiled. His life felt complete now that he had followed his heart to the center of the Bohemian Revolution. Now all he needed was an inspiration for his novel he was attempting to write. Christian jumped as a sudden rapping sounded at his door. He quickly crossed the small room and swung the door open. At first it appeared there was no one there, but as Christian looked down, he was surprised to discover a small, strange-looking man standing there.
"Hewo!" he said in a lisping, raspy voice. "I'm Tulose Letrec! So nice to meet choo!"
"Uh, hello," Christian said nervously, not quite sure how to reply.
"I just wanted to come down hewe and welcome you to ouw bootiful citee!" Tulose pushed his way past Christian into the small garret. Christian slowly shut the door, and followed this strange Tulose Letrec into his house, listening confusedly to his excited banter.
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Satine woke with a start. Looking around she soon found the source of her interrupted sleep. Sitting in a chair by her bed sat Harold Zidler, owner of the Moulin Rouge, the nightclub where she worked and lived.
"Sorry to wake you, cherub."
"Oh, Harold," she sighed, "It's quite alright. I suppose it is best I get up now anyways." Satine sat up and stretched. "So did you want to see me for a reason? Or are you here for fun?"
"My precious angel, you know I'd never disturb your beloved resting time without a reason. I came to tell you that we have found a potential investor for the play. He is a duke and has a history of being the investor for some of the most monumental plays! And if he enjoys a pleasurable night with you," Harold winked at Satine, "then I am certain he'll be happy to help us!" Satine nodded, but inside she felt numb. She was beginning to tire of her lonesome, emotionless job as a courtesan. How many more of Zidler's men would she have to go through before she could be an actress?
"Well, Harold, if you would excuse me, I believe I should get dressed."
"Oh, yes, of course my little strawberry. Would you like me to fetch Marie for you?"
"Yes, thank you Harold." Satine stood and walked to the window and opened the long, silky red curtains. She smiled at the beautiful colors of the sunset. Satine loved sleeping during the afternoons and being able to wake to the wonderful sunsets of Montmartre. When she was with a high bidder of a man all night, most afternoons were the only time she could find time to rest. Satine sighed as a cool breeze ruffled the curtains. She closed her eyes and smiled. All she needed to feel complete was to find her one true love, end her job as a courtesan, and become a real actress. Satine jumped as her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. Marie stuck her head into the room.
"You needed my help, Miss Satine?"
"Oh, yes, thank you Marie. Come in." Satine wandered over to her closet as Marie made Satine's bed.
"Marie," Satine said turning towards Marie, watching her as she made the bed perfectly, "do you ever wonder if everyone really does have a soul mate somewhere?"
"Oh, of course not, dear. That's just a silly idea those filthy bohemian's made up. And anyways, love is a silly, childish thing. Everyone is better off alone. But, of course, no one ever falls in love anyways." Marie said as she finished making Satine's bed and walked over to Satine, who was standing absent-mindedly by her closet.
"Hmmmm...yes, I suppose you're right Marie." said Satine as she chose a beautiful deep blue dress with matching elbow-length gloves to wear.
"Oh, Miss Satine, that dress sets off your eyes perfectly! Excellent choice," Marie exclaimed as she did up Satine's corset.
"Thank you, Marie. So do you know what I have to do tonight?" Satine said as she slipped her dress over her head.
"Yes, Harold told me to inform you. He wants you to first meet with Audrey and Tulose to discuss how Spectacular Spectacular is coming along. Then you are supposed to have dinner with Harold and his latest investor at 8:00 p.m., in the Gothic Tower. After that, I don't know what's going on. I'm sure Harold will tell you if you have to do a show tonight or not," said Marie as she buttoned Satine's dress up the back.
Satine sighed, "Okay, thank you Marie."
"My pleasure, dear. Do you need any more help?"
"No, I think I just want to be alone for a moment to collect my thoughts while I do my hair and make-up."
"Alright, dear."
Marie walked out of the room and softly closed the door behind her. Satine wandered over to her vanity and sat down, and carefully applied her make- up. Pulling the clip from her hair, she watched as her bright red curls fell down around her shoulders. She carefully fastened a blue, jeweled clip that matched her dress into her hair. Satine stood and looked in the floor-length mirror that was behind her.
'Yes, perfect,' she thought, smoothing out a wrinkle in her floor-length dress. Walking to the door and grabbing her coat, Satine looked around the room that was ornate with gifts from her "lovers". Frowning slightly to herself, Satine walked out the door.
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Note to readers: I tried to make Tulose talk like he does in the movie, so all the way the words and stuff are spelled are to try and create the accent...just...go with it...
Christian sat at his typewriter in his new garret in the small, bohemian town of Montmartre. He looked out the window at the sun that was setting behind the city. The beautiful oranges and reds of the sunset reminded Christian of his home in London. He felt a small pang of homesickness. Brushing his feelings aside, he stood up and stretched. He walked to the French doors leading to the balcony and opened them. He looked out at the city that was now his new home. The lights were lighting up the twilit sky. With a loud crackling, the lights of the nearby nightclub, the Moulin Rouge, came on and added a faint, red tint to the now darkening sky. Christian sighed and closed his eyes. The cool night air left his skin tingling. A slight breeze ruffled his hair and he smiled. His life felt complete now that he had followed his heart to the center of the Bohemian Revolution. Now all he needed was an inspiration for his novel he was attempting to write. Christian jumped as a sudden rapping sounded at his door. He quickly crossed the small room and swung the door open. At first it appeared there was no one there, but as Christian looked down, he was surprised to discover a small, strange-looking man standing there.
"Hewo!" he said in a lisping, raspy voice. "I'm Tulose Letrec! So nice to meet choo!"
"Uh, hello," Christian said nervously, not quite sure how to reply.
"I just wanted to come down hewe and welcome you to ouw bootiful citee!" Tulose pushed his way past Christian into the small garret. Christian slowly shut the door, and followed this strange Tulose Letrec into his house, listening confusedly to his excited banter.
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Satine woke with a start. Looking around she soon found the source of her interrupted sleep. Sitting in a chair by her bed sat Harold Zidler, owner of the Moulin Rouge, the nightclub where she worked and lived.
"Sorry to wake you, cherub."
"Oh, Harold," she sighed, "It's quite alright. I suppose it is best I get up now anyways." Satine sat up and stretched. "So did you want to see me for a reason? Or are you here for fun?"
"My precious angel, you know I'd never disturb your beloved resting time without a reason. I came to tell you that we have found a potential investor for the play. He is a duke and has a history of being the investor for some of the most monumental plays! And if he enjoys a pleasurable night with you," Harold winked at Satine, "then I am certain he'll be happy to help us!" Satine nodded, but inside she felt numb. She was beginning to tire of her lonesome, emotionless job as a courtesan. How many more of Zidler's men would she have to go through before she could be an actress?
"Well, Harold, if you would excuse me, I believe I should get dressed."
"Oh, yes, of course my little strawberry. Would you like me to fetch Marie for you?"
"Yes, thank you Harold." Satine stood and walked to the window and opened the long, silky red curtains. She smiled at the beautiful colors of the sunset. Satine loved sleeping during the afternoons and being able to wake to the wonderful sunsets of Montmartre. When she was with a high bidder of a man all night, most afternoons were the only time she could find time to rest. Satine sighed as a cool breeze ruffled the curtains. She closed her eyes and smiled. All she needed to feel complete was to find her one true love, end her job as a courtesan, and become a real actress. Satine jumped as her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. Marie stuck her head into the room.
"You needed my help, Miss Satine?"
"Oh, yes, thank you Marie. Come in." Satine wandered over to her closet as Marie made Satine's bed.
"Marie," Satine said turning towards Marie, watching her as she made the bed perfectly, "do you ever wonder if everyone really does have a soul mate somewhere?"
"Oh, of course not, dear. That's just a silly idea those filthy bohemian's made up. And anyways, love is a silly, childish thing. Everyone is better off alone. But, of course, no one ever falls in love anyways." Marie said as she finished making Satine's bed and walked over to Satine, who was standing absent-mindedly by her closet.
"Hmmmm...yes, I suppose you're right Marie." said Satine as she chose a beautiful deep blue dress with matching elbow-length gloves to wear.
"Oh, Miss Satine, that dress sets off your eyes perfectly! Excellent choice," Marie exclaimed as she did up Satine's corset.
"Thank you, Marie. So do you know what I have to do tonight?" Satine said as she slipped her dress over her head.
"Yes, Harold told me to inform you. He wants you to first meet with Audrey and Tulose to discuss how Spectacular Spectacular is coming along. Then you are supposed to have dinner with Harold and his latest investor at 8:00 p.m., in the Gothic Tower. After that, I don't know what's going on. I'm sure Harold will tell you if you have to do a show tonight or not," said Marie as she buttoned Satine's dress up the back.
Satine sighed, "Okay, thank you Marie."
"My pleasure, dear. Do you need any more help?"
"No, I think I just want to be alone for a moment to collect my thoughts while I do my hair and make-up."
"Alright, dear."
Marie walked out of the room and softly closed the door behind her. Satine wandered over to her vanity and sat down, and carefully applied her make- up. Pulling the clip from her hair, she watched as her bright red curls fell down around her shoulders. She carefully fastened a blue, jeweled clip that matched her dress into her hair. Satine stood and looked in the floor-length mirror that was behind her.
'Yes, perfect,' she thought, smoothing out a wrinkle in her floor-length dress. Walking to the door and grabbing her coat, Satine looked around the room that was ornate with gifts from her "lovers". Frowning slightly to herself, Satine walked out the door.
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