This
story is about love.
The woman I loved is...
...dead. There was a
boy
A very strange enchanted boy
They say he wandered very far, very far
Over land and sea
A little shy and sad of eye
But very wise was he And
then one day
One magic day he passed my way
And while we spoke of many things
Fools and kings
This he said to me
"The
greatest thing you'll ever learn
Is just to love and be loved in return"
I came upon Christian in the Spring of 1902, in an Absinthe bar just outside of Paris in a village called Montemarte. He was a skinny Scottish man with greasy black hair and dark eyes, full of sadness, misery and loss. Christian was staring up at the ceiling of the grubby bar, smiling absurdly, but sobbing controllably. As a newbie to the bar, I had no idea what was going on, and why no one was helping his poor man. I looked at the barman helplessly. The barman shrugged and continued to dry glasses. "Excusez-moi!" I shouted, a feel men fell of their stools and the bar fell silent, apart from Christian, who was still sobbing, smiling and staring blankly. "Aren't you going to help this poor man?!"
"Pardon?" The barman laughed, his fat belly wobbling and his red moustache twitching. "Pardon, pardon!" He stifled his chuckles, "You're a newcomer to this place aren't you?"
"Oui, but surely that has nothing to do with the ill-state of the young man!"
"This young man? Christian?" I nodded. "Well, it's a long story sir, but if you're willing to listen?"
"Yes, please go ahead!" The barman grimaced, and handed me a large glass of cheap red wine.
"You'll need it. Trust me." I was slightly worried… Surely, surely, this story cannot be that tragic?
"Go on, go ahead."
"Well, three years ago, back in 1899, there was a nightclub, Le Moulin Rouge, you've heard of it I suppose? I owned it. It had it's own star, the Sparkling Diamond, Satine…"
When the barman had finished the story, I was filled with so much sadness for Christian, I wanted to help him find his friends again, Toulouse, the other Bohos, and the Diamond Dogs.
"But, why can't you help him?! I cannot understand that!" I got worked up, emotionally, I wanted to help him so much. "I mean, HE WROTE SPECTACULAR SPECTACULAR FOR YOU! You're part of the story! You – you've taken a role in his life!"
"The truth is sir. I can't help him. No one can. Not even Toulouse. Christian, Christian is a lost man. I never got a chance to pay him for this writing, so I pay him in Absinthe."
"I don't believe that no one can help this man. I will find this Toulouse, and his other friends. What about family?-" I stopped. I remember reading in a newspaper on the train to Calais, that a man of twenty-six, with dark hair, and eyes, had gone missing in Paris. His family where missing him. They think he's dead… "sorry, I didn't introduce myself, I'm Jude Tate, and sorry, but I have to leave. Don't let Christian go anywhere. I must find the Children of the Revolution." I tipped my hat, and left 'Bar Absinthe' to find those children.
Author's Note.
I hope you liked it, there will be more! This is my first MR fan fiction, so be nice dahlings! And review this please! :D
Disclaimer
The' Moulin Rouge' belongs to Baz Luhurmann, and so does everything else except Jude Tate, and the Absinthe Bar is some Parisian's.