1899.
The red curtains fall as the crowded is still in a craze of applause. Christian and Satine hold each other and kiss shortly as rose petals continue to fall. Happiness is the aurora among the stage.
\\STAGE MANAGER\\
Stand by for curtain call!
Everyone rushes to his or her places as Christina smiles to Satine before taking her hand, leading her to theirs. Love has finally come over all obstacles, the Duke has lost and they had won. Love conquered all. Satine smiled brightly forgetting who she is or anyone that was around her, all but Christian. The bliss she feels can never be compared to anything else; indescribable.
However a darkness starts to consume her very soul.
She throws her head back in short of breath amid petals on her face. Reality has hit her again, the very evil has fully eaten her alive. She continues in trying to breath not having much luck.
Christian, still gleeful, turns his head to look at his love. He sees her is the frozen position gasping. His smile disappears as he turns fully.
\\CHRISTIAN\\
Satine! Satine, what's the matter?
Satine begins to fall backward, her life flashing before her; she carries on her laboured gasps. Christian catches as she falls, still coughing and gasping. Toulouse and Zidler look over.
Satine's coughing intensifies. Some blood trickles out of the corner of her mouth. Christian puts his fingers to it in horror; what is happening to his love? What sort of darkness has prevailed her? He gazes back at Satine, who is now barely conscious. Now he looks to the others who stare at him and Satine in shock.
\\CHRISTIAN\\
Somebody get some help! Zidler turns to the Stage Manager.
\\ZIDLER\\
Fetch the doctor.
Without further hesitance, the Manager rushes off but glancing at the dying Diamond before exiting. Zidler looks back grimly towards Satine.
\\SATINE\\
I'm so sorry Christian.I-I'm dying.
Christian can't believe what he is hearing; he holds Satine tenderly.
\\CHRISTIAN\\
You'll be all right. You'll be all right.
He is a loss for words.
Satine can feel her temperature drop suddenly as the coldness of death starts to take over her body.
\\SATINE\\
I'm co-cold. Hold me. He obeys and presses Satine to him as tears start to shed form his very eyes. This can't be happening, how could of he not have known? Satine interrupts his thoughts.
\\SATINE\\
You've got to go on, Christian.You have so much to give.
\\CHRISTIAN\\
Can't go on without you.
But Satine will not believe that.
\\SATINE\\
Tell our story, Christian.
Christina starts to protest but can't speak another word. She starts to nod her head yes, trying to convince him otherwise.
\\SATINE\\
Yes, yes. Promise me. Promise me.
Christian can't mouth an answer or nod; he is in a state of sorrow mixed with shock, a deadly mix.
Now Satine can feel her soul leaving her, she only has enough breath to say one more thing.
\\SATINE\\
I'll-I'll always be with you. Her laboured breathing subsides, and then ceases. Christian sees her eyes are lifeless, having lost their sparkle.
All look on as cradles back and forth holding Satine sobbing till his throat was sore and his eyes flooded with tears. Now he cries out as he continues to weep, pulling Satine closer to him and sinking to the floor.
1905
Inside Montmartre up to the apartment of Christian of who has fallen asleep atop his dirty yet dusty bed.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
Christian was still fast asleep, the knock having no affect on him.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
Christian's eyes open halfway still in dream's daze.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
He arises slowly giving a grunt or two from the rude awakening.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
\\CHRISTIAN (annoyed)\\
I'm coming!
He finally make sit to the door with Toulouse ambling right in.
\\TOULOUSE (in his slurred accent)\\
I thought you'd never answer.
\\CHRISTIAN\\
I was sleeping.
\\TOULOUSE\\
It's almost noon.
But the messy room he stands in catches Toulouse's attention.
\\TOULOUSE\\
You really let yourself go.
Christian ignores that comment.
\\CHRISTIAN\\
What is it that you want? I have to be somewhere.
He goes through his closet trying to find his and article of clothing as Toulouse stands sits on Christian's bed and leans against his cane.
\\TOULOUSE\\
I have a proposition for you.
\\CHRISTIAN\\
And what would that be?
\\TOULOUSE\\
Zidler is re-opening the Moulin Rouge.
Christian freezes for a few moments before stepping out with a jacket no looking for his hat.
As the Theatre again.He has hired us, the Bohemians, to help with the upcoming play.
\\CHRISTIAN (not at all interested)\\
Oh really?
\\TOULOUSE\\
He wants to use "Spectacular, Spectacular", Christian.
Christian pauses for moment and then looks to Toulouse.
\\CHRISTIAN\\
I am becoming no part of this.
He walks away with Toulouse right behind him.
\\TOULOUSE\\
But you are the heart of this show; we can't do it without you.
\\CHRISTIAN\\
I don't do that anymore.
Toulouse bumps into a small table; he rubs his leg in pain but then notices a stack of type papers.
\\TOULOUSE (quietly)\\
So I see.
Christian fits his hat on and starts to walk back into where he has left Toulouse, who now stands holding the stack of pages.
\\TOULOUSE (softly)\\
Christian, you can't deny you passion of writing, especially "Spectacular, Spectacular".
Christian remains silent.
\\TOULOUSE\\
We all miss her.
Another brief silent moments occurs until Christian breaks it.
\\CHRISTIAN\\
I have to go.
He heads for the door with Toulouse staring his way in confusion.
\\TOULOUSE\\
Where?
\\CHRISTIAN\\
To fetch my nephew.
Toulouse gives another bemused stare notice Christian heading down the stares. He wastes no time and put the papers down and scampers after him.
\\TOULOUSE\\
Wait! I'm coming with you!
Only a few hours later, a train has stop at the station, with people flooding out. Among them is a man of eighteen. He wears of English attire, holding his one suitcase. A stray hair of his straight browns tresses falls to his eye. He looks about, with his jade eyes, scanning for someone. He pauses.
Right there is Christian and Toulouse waiting.
The young man smiles brightly as he steps from the train heading towards the gentlemen.
\\MAN (gleefully)\\
Uncle Christian.
They shake hands as Christian gives a small rare smile.
\\CHRISTIAN\\
It is good to see you, after so long.
Christian turns to Toulouse.
\\CHRISTIAN\\
Toulouse, this is my nephew, William.
Toulouse and William shake hands.
\\TOULOUSE\\
It is a pleasure to meet you.
\\WILLIAM\\
Likewise.
They start to walk, as now Toulouse can be quiet no longer.
\\TOULOUSE\\
Christian, I ask you again, will you be apart of "Spectacular, Spectacular"?
Christian gives a small sigh in frustration as William stares at Toulouse in interest.
\\CHRISTIAN\\
I told you no.
\\WILLIAM\\
"Spectacular, Spectacular", what's that?
It is play your Uncle wrote six years ago; he refuses to be apart of it again.
\\WILLIAM\\
Why not it may be fun, Uncle?
\\CHRISTIAN\\
Fun? It's not fun.
\\WILLIAM\\
Because you won't let it be.
Christian doesn't speak.
\\WILLIAM\\
Look I knew you very well when I was younger, you can hold long grudges and let it ruin your happiness. Whatever grudge you hold now you should let go and enjoy your passion for writing and directing this play of yours.
Christian gazes at and smirks.
\\CHRISTIAN\\
Now your talking like me.
William gives a pleading stare.
\\CHRISTIAN\\
All right fine, I'll do it.
\\TOULOUSE\\
Oh thank you, Christian. I promise you won't regret this.
They walk on.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Well? What do you think? Not too bad I hope, well I must say goodbye so I can start my second chapter. Be sure to review! :)
The red curtains fall as the crowded is still in a craze of applause. Christian and Satine hold each other and kiss shortly as rose petals continue to fall. Happiness is the aurora among the stage.
\\STAGE MANAGER\\
Stand by for curtain call!
Everyone rushes to his or her places as Christina smiles to Satine before taking her hand, leading her to theirs. Love has finally come over all obstacles, the Duke has lost and they had won. Love conquered all. Satine smiled brightly forgetting who she is or anyone that was around her, all but Christian. The bliss she feels can never be compared to anything else; indescribable.
However a darkness starts to consume her very soul.
She throws her head back in short of breath amid petals on her face. Reality has hit her again, the very evil has fully eaten her alive. She continues in trying to breath not having much luck.
Christian, still gleeful, turns his head to look at his love. He sees her is the frozen position gasping. His smile disappears as he turns fully.
\\CHRISTIAN\\
Satine! Satine, what's the matter?
Satine begins to fall backward, her life flashing before her; she carries on her laboured gasps. Christian catches as she falls, still coughing and gasping. Toulouse and Zidler look over.
Satine's coughing intensifies. Some blood trickles out of the corner of her mouth. Christian puts his fingers to it in horror; what is happening to his love? What sort of darkness has prevailed her? He gazes back at Satine, who is now barely conscious. Now he looks to the others who stare at him and Satine in shock.
\\CHRISTIAN\\
Somebody get some help! Zidler turns to the Stage Manager.
\\ZIDLER\\
Fetch the doctor.
Without further hesitance, the Manager rushes off but glancing at the dying Diamond before exiting. Zidler looks back grimly towards Satine.
\\SATINE\\
I'm so sorry Christian.I-I'm dying.
Christian can't believe what he is hearing; he holds Satine tenderly.
\\CHRISTIAN\\
You'll be all right. You'll be all right.
He is a loss for words.
Satine can feel her temperature drop suddenly as the coldness of death starts to take over her body.
\\SATINE\\
I'm co-cold. Hold me. He obeys and presses Satine to him as tears start to shed form his very eyes. This can't be happening, how could of he not have known? Satine interrupts his thoughts.
\\SATINE\\
You've got to go on, Christian.You have so much to give.
\\CHRISTIAN\\
Can't go on without you.
But Satine will not believe that.
\\SATINE\\
Tell our story, Christian.
Christina starts to protest but can't speak another word. She starts to nod her head yes, trying to convince him otherwise.
\\SATINE\\
Yes, yes. Promise me. Promise me.
Christian can't mouth an answer or nod; he is in a state of sorrow mixed with shock, a deadly mix.
Now Satine can feel her soul leaving her, she only has enough breath to say one more thing.
\\SATINE\\
I'll-I'll always be with you. Her laboured breathing subsides, and then ceases. Christian sees her eyes are lifeless, having lost their sparkle.
All look on as cradles back and forth holding Satine sobbing till his throat was sore and his eyes flooded with tears. Now he cries out as he continues to weep, pulling Satine closer to him and sinking to the floor.
1905
Inside Montmartre up to the apartment of Christian of who has fallen asleep atop his dirty yet dusty bed.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
Christian was still fast asleep, the knock having no affect on him.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
Christian's eyes open halfway still in dream's daze.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
He arises slowly giving a grunt or two from the rude awakening.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
\\CHRISTIAN (annoyed)\\
I'm coming!
He finally make sit to the door with Toulouse ambling right in.
\\TOULOUSE (in his slurred accent)\\
I thought you'd never answer.
\\CHRISTIAN\\
I was sleeping.
\\TOULOUSE\\
It's almost noon.
But the messy room he stands in catches Toulouse's attention.
\\TOULOUSE\\
You really let yourself go.
Christian ignores that comment.
\\CHRISTIAN\\
What is it that you want? I have to be somewhere.
He goes through his closet trying to find his and article of clothing as Toulouse stands sits on Christian's bed and leans against his cane.
\\TOULOUSE\\
I have a proposition for you.
\\CHRISTIAN\\
And what would that be?
\\TOULOUSE\\
Zidler is re-opening the Moulin Rouge.
Christian freezes for a few moments before stepping out with a jacket no looking for his hat.
As the Theatre again.He has hired us, the Bohemians, to help with the upcoming play.
\\CHRISTIAN (not at all interested)\\
Oh really?
\\TOULOUSE\\
He wants to use "Spectacular, Spectacular", Christian.
Christian pauses for moment and then looks to Toulouse.
\\CHRISTIAN\\
I am becoming no part of this.
He walks away with Toulouse right behind him.
\\TOULOUSE\\
But you are the heart of this show; we can't do it without you.
\\CHRISTIAN\\
I don't do that anymore.
Toulouse bumps into a small table; he rubs his leg in pain but then notices a stack of type papers.
\\TOULOUSE (quietly)\\
So I see.
Christian fits his hat on and starts to walk back into where he has left Toulouse, who now stands holding the stack of pages.
\\TOULOUSE (softly)\\
Christian, you can't deny you passion of writing, especially "Spectacular, Spectacular".
Christian remains silent.
\\TOULOUSE\\
We all miss her.
Another brief silent moments occurs until Christian breaks it.
\\CHRISTIAN\\
I have to go.
He heads for the door with Toulouse staring his way in confusion.
\\TOULOUSE\\
Where?
\\CHRISTIAN\\
To fetch my nephew.
Toulouse gives another bemused stare notice Christian heading down the stares. He wastes no time and put the papers down and scampers after him.
\\TOULOUSE\\
Wait! I'm coming with you!
Only a few hours later, a train has stop at the station, with people flooding out. Among them is a man of eighteen. He wears of English attire, holding his one suitcase. A stray hair of his straight browns tresses falls to his eye. He looks about, with his jade eyes, scanning for someone. He pauses.
Right there is Christian and Toulouse waiting.
The young man smiles brightly as he steps from the train heading towards the gentlemen.
\\MAN (gleefully)\\
Uncle Christian.
They shake hands as Christian gives a small rare smile.
\\CHRISTIAN\\
It is good to see you, after so long.
Christian turns to Toulouse.
\\CHRISTIAN\\
Toulouse, this is my nephew, William.
Toulouse and William shake hands.
\\TOULOUSE\\
It is a pleasure to meet you.
\\WILLIAM\\
Likewise.
They start to walk, as now Toulouse can be quiet no longer.
\\TOULOUSE\\
Christian, I ask you again, will you be apart of "Spectacular, Spectacular"?
Christian gives a small sigh in frustration as William stares at Toulouse in interest.
\\CHRISTIAN\\
I told you no.
\\WILLIAM\\
"Spectacular, Spectacular", what's that?
It is play your Uncle wrote six years ago; he refuses to be apart of it again.
\\WILLIAM\\
Why not it may be fun, Uncle?
\\CHRISTIAN\\
Fun? It's not fun.
\\WILLIAM\\
Because you won't let it be.
Christian doesn't speak.
\\WILLIAM\\
Look I knew you very well when I was younger, you can hold long grudges and let it ruin your happiness. Whatever grudge you hold now you should let go and enjoy your passion for writing and directing this play of yours.
Christian gazes at and smirks.
\\CHRISTIAN\\
Now your talking like me.
William gives a pleading stare.
\\CHRISTIAN\\
All right fine, I'll do it.
\\TOULOUSE\\
Oh thank you, Christian. I promise you won't regret this.
They walk on.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Well? What do you think? Not too bad I hope, well I must say goodbye so I can start my second chapter. Be sure to review! :)