Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Moulin Rouge people......blah blah blah blah...and all that good stuff they belong to Baz and no one else but, Lola....she is mine......
Rating: PG ish
Lola looked up at the fabulous Club Moulin Rouge. She was to perform there this very night with the rest of the infamous diamond dogs. She was a can -can girl whose job was to sing and dance and entertain the lustful, drunken men who came to stare. Her long black hair swished in her face as she climbed the stairs. She glanced at the mirror and saw what everyone else saw big green eyes, full red lips and high cheek bones.
"Why can't I be in the spotlight once" Lola said out loud " I am just as pretty as Satine and maybe even more so!"
"You and me both, darling" spoke up Nini as she sauntered past "Come along, find your costume because those men don't want to see you in those rags."
Lola blushed and hurried away. She was ashamed that Nini, had heard what she said. Satine and her were good friends and had an unbreakable bond . They didn't keep things from each other except this vile secret that was in Lola's head. She was jealous of Satine, she wanted to be in the lime light, just once instead of being second string to Satine.
"Lola" Zidler cooed as they rushed up the steps to the costume room together "Satine has been asking for you all day. Satine can not be upset tonight!"
Lola sighed and took her corset of the rack and walked the familiar path to Satine's dressing room. She knocked and Marie, Satine's faithful companion answered the door and let Lola in. Lola looked over at Satine's giant mirror and saw a flash of striking burgundy hair and a feathery corset.
"Lola!" squealed Satine as she push down her eyeliner. She rushed over to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek! " Where were you? I had Marie look everywhere!"
" Well, I went for a walk before tonight very important performance and I went to see what Toulouse was up too....." replied Lola
" I think you weren't going to see what Toulouse was up too... a certain Argentinean perhaps?" asked Satine knowingly
"You know me too well, Satine" blushed Lola
Lola waited as Marie laced up her corset. She thought about the dashing Argentinean. He preformed at the club at times and was a bohemian along with Toulouse and others. They were writing a show for the Moulin Rouge and by the time she got their, the bohos were singing and dancing with a new boy with stunning green eyes and a pretty face who was leading the chorus. Toulouse greeted her with joy but she soon left after she discover her Argentinean had fallen under one of his narcoleptic spells. He had no idea what she felt about him but, Satine and others agreed they had the same feelings for each other.
Suddenly, Satine spoke " Are you ready, Lola? We can not be late! Tonight is the night for greatness!"