"Darling?" Christian spoke as he looked right into Satine's eyes.
"Christian!! What are you doing here?" Satine said with a horrified look on her face.
He saw Satine starring down at him. He had just awoken in his garret.
"NO!" she screamed, and ran out the door . "I wonder what's going on with her," he thought to himself. "Wait.it was a just a bad dream," he said in sudden realization. "Satine didn't die. She is alive and opening night hasn't taken place yet!"
He felt like dancing, but he just couldn't figure out what was wrong with Satine. He jumped out of bed and was surprised to see that he was already dressed. He looked in the mirror to see that he actually already looked quite nice. He decided to ignore the strange occurrences and continued on his way to find Satine. He stepped outside and starred at the faces of the passerby's. They were all solemn and sad.
"What is the matter with everyone?" he thought.
There was a somewhat large crowd of people gathered around the outside of his garret. He couldn't get good look at what they were peering at, so walked across to the Moulin Rouge and saw a sign on the door that read, "Closed."
"Hmmmmm," he thought, "Harold must have called off rehearsal today, but why?"
No one on the street even acknowledged him as he walked back to his garret. He glanced around and thought for a moment. Then he decided to pay a visit to Toulouse. He climbed up the ladder that connected to two apartments and peered inside. No one was there. Christian saw a painting that Toulouse could only have spent 2 hours on. It looked like a picture of him and Satine. They were dancing together in the clouds and looking down at the village of Montmarte. Empty bottles of absinthe lie on the floor.
He went back to the Moulin Rouge and saw Ziddler standing outside with tears in his eyes. He went up to him and asked what was the matter but got no response. The only person who had talked to him all day was Satine and now he couldn't find her anywhere. But suddenly out of nowhere she came walking down the street with her eyes fixed on Christian.
"WHY DID YOU DO IT?" she screamed, "WHY?!!!" she yelled with tears pouring down her cheeks. When she got no response and saw Christians confused look she just starred back at him and suddenly started running back the way she came.
"I don't get it," he muttered to himself, "Nothing makes any sense."
Hours later after he had been wandering around the village, it was dark and he decided he better go home. When he got to his street he saw a crowd of people standing around his garret. All of their faces were illuminated with the light of the candle they were each holding. He ran up there and saw that all the people standing around where people he knew. They were all his friends and people he knew.
"What's going on here?" he asked, but nobody looked up. They were all fixed on something.
He pushed his way through the crowd, fed up with everyone. He froze in horror as he saw what they were all looking at. There was a small memorial built in the center of the crowd. There was a picture of Christian and a picture of Satine surrounded by flowers and candles. He looked up to their faces and heard a voice.
"First my little sparrow dies.and now.he has too."
It all came back to Christian now.the ground rushing to his face as he jumped out of the garret with only Satine on his mind.
"Christian!! What are you doing here?" Satine said with a horrified look on her face.
He saw Satine starring down at him. He had just awoken in his garret.
"NO!" she screamed, and ran out the door . "I wonder what's going on with her," he thought to himself. "Wait.it was a just a bad dream," he said in sudden realization. "Satine didn't die. She is alive and opening night hasn't taken place yet!"
He felt like dancing, but he just couldn't figure out what was wrong with Satine. He jumped out of bed and was surprised to see that he was already dressed. He looked in the mirror to see that he actually already looked quite nice. He decided to ignore the strange occurrences and continued on his way to find Satine. He stepped outside and starred at the faces of the passerby's. They were all solemn and sad.
"What is the matter with everyone?" he thought.
There was a somewhat large crowd of people gathered around the outside of his garret. He couldn't get good look at what they were peering at, so walked across to the Moulin Rouge and saw a sign on the door that read, "Closed."
"Hmmmmm," he thought, "Harold must have called off rehearsal today, but why?"
No one on the street even acknowledged him as he walked back to his garret. He glanced around and thought for a moment. Then he decided to pay a visit to Toulouse. He climbed up the ladder that connected to two apartments and peered inside. No one was there. Christian saw a painting that Toulouse could only have spent 2 hours on. It looked like a picture of him and Satine. They were dancing together in the clouds and looking down at the village of Montmarte. Empty bottles of absinthe lie on the floor.
He went back to the Moulin Rouge and saw Ziddler standing outside with tears in his eyes. He went up to him and asked what was the matter but got no response. The only person who had talked to him all day was Satine and now he couldn't find her anywhere. But suddenly out of nowhere she came walking down the street with her eyes fixed on Christian.
"WHY DID YOU DO IT?" she screamed, "WHY?!!!" she yelled with tears pouring down her cheeks. When she got no response and saw Christians confused look she just starred back at him and suddenly started running back the way she came.
"I don't get it," he muttered to himself, "Nothing makes any sense."
Hours later after he had been wandering around the village, it was dark and he decided he better go home. When he got to his street he saw a crowd of people standing around his garret. All of their faces were illuminated with the light of the candle they were each holding. He ran up there and saw that all the people standing around where people he knew. They were all his friends and people he knew.
"What's going on here?" he asked, but nobody looked up. They were all fixed on something.
He pushed his way through the crowd, fed up with everyone. He froze in horror as he saw what they were all looking at. There was a small memorial built in the center of the crowd. There was a picture of Christian and a picture of Satine surrounded by flowers and candles. He looked up to their faces and heard a voice.
"First my little sparrow dies.and now.he has too."
It all came back to Christian now.the ground rushing to his face as he jumped out of the garret with only Satine on his mind.