A Diamond In The Rough
[Chapter I
[Harold Ziedler
Harold sat glumly in his room above the Moulin Rouge, twiddling his thumbs idly in his lap. A heavy sigh escaped him, and he rose from his chair. His nightclub had been nearly ruined by the death of his star. Men no longer clamored at the door to enter, and beautiful women no longer danced on his stage. Ziedler peered through the window at the dead brothel and for a moment, saw it covered once more in its roguish lights and heard its lively music. But with a blink of his eyes, it became once more the gray and dreary place of his sadness. It had been the place of so much joy, a source of life and a good time for all willing to pay the price. But now, it lay dead and unmoving.
No. Wait. It wasn't dead. Merely sleeping. Yes, of course! How come he had never thought of it before? Harold clapped his hands together and the old glint of his eyes returned. Satine was not the only beautiful woman in the world with a good singing voice! Of course there would be others! And Christian, with the amount of money he had made through the sales of his book and Spectacular Spectacular!, would of course be happy to be his investor! With another glance out the window, Ziedler saw once more the bright and lively Moulin Rouge that once was there, instead of the drab one that sat there now. Sleeping. The Moulin Rouge was sleeping. And now, it was time to wake it up.
Hello everybody! I know, this was an incredibly short first chapter, and I hope you all can forgive me. But I felt that if I wrote any more, the excitement that Harold Ziedler felt at the time would be muffled by new information and would now be so profound. And it is meant to be a profound thing. So please bear with me until I get Chapter II up, because it will definitely be longer and fill you in on more. Ta!