I Finally Flew Away

by Dancingforever

What if Satine had faked being sick? What if her death had really been a coy to escape the underworld? What if she was a star, and Christian meets her again? Will there be love? Or anger?

I finally flew away

Satine. The word burned in my head. It had been one year. One year, since I last entered the Moulin Rouge. Since Mon diamante étincelant died. My Sparkling Diamond. Her name burns in my head, echoing endlessly in my mind. Yet, trying to say it is seemingly impossible. I sat in my small apartment. Looking out to the elephant, which was only a haunting memory of her. I turned away to my type writer. Ever since I had written and published "Le Moulin Rouge" I have left the typewriter to form a layer of dust. Her story was very popular among the people and I have made a nice fortune off of it. The story got me a job as a theatre critic. Tonight, I would go a fine French theatre to see a new musical starring a new actress of whom I have never heard of. I sighed again. She had always wanted to be an actress. Always. I turned to the window again. I slowly stepped out onto the ledge and looked out. I closed my eyes. "Sa-" I shorted out. I looked up into the sky. "I miss you." I said quietly. I looked up into the huge hole in my roof. The one that made me meet Toulouse and my other bohemian friends. "Toulouse! Are you ready?" I called. My dwarf, drunken bohemian of a friend came to the whole. He was dressed in his tux ready to go. "I'm weady Cwistian!" he said with a smile. I gave him a small smile. Toulouse and I had both gotten the job. While I wrote well on Tragedies, and Toulouse favored comedies, we wrote as a pair and got paid twice as much. I smiled, with a look back at the Moulin Rouge. "Let's go."

Satine

"30 minutes till we open the house!" called one of the young men working backstage.

He turned to me and smiled, "You look lovely Miss Astin."

I nodded in reply; it had been one year since I had been called Satine. I left the Moulin Rouge behind me, convincing everyone I was dead. Christian was going to run away with me, but things were going too quickly, and now my true love didn't know I was alive. I looked into the mirror to see Astin Beringarde, the blonde French actress playing Marie Antoinette in, Qu'ils mangent de la brioche. Not Satine, the Courtesan of Moulin Rouge. I closed my eyes, wishing to see Christian as the woman I am now.

"Miss Astin, you're on." I looked up; it was time to face the world again, as Astin.