A Good Night's Sleep +*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Summary: My personal dreaminess of what ideally would have happened; changing the movie, and adding humor. Bad summary, good intentions. Please R&R and I'd love you forever! Author's Notes: Baz has it all. Moulin Rouge is genius. I hope to do it half the justice it deserves, but, after all, this is only my second fic ;D +*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

It was a cold, rainy October day. Thirteen year old Heather had just sat down to watch Moulin Rouge, the greatest love story ever told, with her older cousin, Amanda, and best friend, Caroline. The girls had seen the movie too many times to count, but it lived in them and filled them with joy and sorry each time they viewed the masterpiece. "This is so frickin' unfair! Love never dies, so neither should Satine," Caroline proclaimed in between sobs. The other two girls just replied with silent tears and hiccupped breaths. "But it's part of romanticism, I guess. Look at Romeo and Juliet," Amanda tried to force out. "Still, I wouldn't mind her living. I want to see what their kids would look like!" Heather could say nothing. She went to bed that night with that unsettled feeling. Actually, it was that same feeling she got before she accidentally swallowed her loose tooth in fourth grade. But this, my friends, did not involve molars and bicuspids. "Satine.consumption. opening night!" Thoughts subconsciously rolled through her mind like hillbillies in a pig sty. After dreaming of coughing violently, she awoke in terror. Heather awoke in a dusty, cluttered garret.