Disclaimer: I do not own Moulin Rouge because life is grossly unfair!!
"Christian, Christian" came the words, floating around his mind. Satine stood in front of him, wearing the dress she had worn as the Hindu Courtesan that night. She beckoned, calmly staring at Christian. He started towards her. "Christian, Christian," she kept saying. "Christian."
".Christian!" SLAP. Satine had slapped him across the face. But it wasn't Satine. Christian opened his eyes to see a frustrated Toulouse standing over him. He could see, over Toulouse's shoulder, the narcoleptic Argentinean and a disgruntled Nini standing by the window of Christians chambre du jour, looking down at early morning Paris.
So it had been a dream. It made no difference to the young writer; it was always a dream.
"Wha-?" croaked Christian. "Toulouse?" He struggled to sit up in the tangled bed sheets. Toulouse stared at him, unsure of what to say. He remained silent for another second, then slapped him again. "Aargh!! Toulouse, what was that for?"
"Where have you BEEN?" shrieked Toulouse. "No one has seen you in ages! Audrey came crying back to us; he wants to write our play again."
"What does that have to do with you slapping me across the face?" groaned Christian, lying back on his pillow, putting his hand over his eyes and rubbing them furiously. "And how long have you been standing there watching me sleep?"
"Oh, GOD" exclaimed Nini. "Can't we just go?" Christian glared at her. "I'm hungry and Marie told us to be back in an hour."
"Well, its not like you have a job anymore," barked the Argentinean, "what with the Moulin Rouge being closed; why would you need to be back so soon?"
Christian pulled the covers over his head and tried to block out the sounds of their bickering, trying to recover the images in his mind of his dream.
"Wake up, Christian!" yelled Toulouse. "You need to get out of this room and go outside; it's not healthy being inside here all day; come back to see us."
"There's nothing in Paris for me.I should have stayed in London," muttered Christian from under the covers.
"That's for sure," said Nini, failing to lower her cruel voice. The Argentinean glared at her. "What?" she asked. "I shouldn't even BE here!"
Toulouse rolled his eyes and peered around the messy room. Empty bottles of Absinthe littered the desk and some had been thrown under the bed, quite obvious to anyone who looked at the floor. Christians Underwood typewriter was sitting looking lonely and worn out on a round table next to the window. A copy of a small gray book lay beside it. Toulouse eyed it warily.
"Are you still here?" Christians muffled voice came out towards the others. The Argentinean and Nini stopped bickering long enough to stare at Christian. A small flicker of pity flashed across Nini's face before she hid it quickly with a glance at the ceiling. She moved slowly towards the table holding the typewriter.
"Just leave," groaned Christian, sitting up and motioning towards the door. When no one moved, he started yelling. "Get out, get out!"
"Christian, we need you to come outside.we'll take you to a bar or something.get your minds off things." Toulouse pleaded.
"NOW!" screamed Christian. "I can't listen to you anymore!"
The Argentinean stepped up to Toulouse and put his hand on his shoulder. "He's lost in his own mind, just leave him be." Toulouse glared at Christian and opened the door, walking through it. The Argentinean followed close behind. Christian hid under the covers again.
Although he failed to notice Nini walking out of the room, with a small gray book, tucked deep into her coat pocket.
A/N: Please, please review! I guess that since there are so many stories, a lot of people like the movie.so please tell me what you think! Thanx (
"Christian, Christian" came the words, floating around his mind. Satine stood in front of him, wearing the dress she had worn as the Hindu Courtesan that night. She beckoned, calmly staring at Christian. He started towards her. "Christian, Christian," she kept saying. "Christian."
".Christian!" SLAP. Satine had slapped him across the face. But it wasn't Satine. Christian opened his eyes to see a frustrated Toulouse standing over him. He could see, over Toulouse's shoulder, the narcoleptic Argentinean and a disgruntled Nini standing by the window of Christians chambre du jour, looking down at early morning Paris.
So it had been a dream. It made no difference to the young writer; it was always a dream.
"Wha-?" croaked Christian. "Toulouse?" He struggled to sit up in the tangled bed sheets. Toulouse stared at him, unsure of what to say. He remained silent for another second, then slapped him again. "Aargh!! Toulouse, what was that for?"
"Where have you BEEN?" shrieked Toulouse. "No one has seen you in ages! Audrey came crying back to us; he wants to write our play again."
"What does that have to do with you slapping me across the face?" groaned Christian, lying back on his pillow, putting his hand over his eyes and rubbing them furiously. "And how long have you been standing there watching me sleep?"
"Oh, GOD" exclaimed Nini. "Can't we just go?" Christian glared at her. "I'm hungry and Marie told us to be back in an hour."
"Well, its not like you have a job anymore," barked the Argentinean, "what with the Moulin Rouge being closed; why would you need to be back so soon?"
Christian pulled the covers over his head and tried to block out the sounds of their bickering, trying to recover the images in his mind of his dream.
"Wake up, Christian!" yelled Toulouse. "You need to get out of this room and go outside; it's not healthy being inside here all day; come back to see us."
"There's nothing in Paris for me.I should have stayed in London," muttered Christian from under the covers.
"That's for sure," said Nini, failing to lower her cruel voice. The Argentinean glared at her. "What?" she asked. "I shouldn't even BE here!"
Toulouse rolled his eyes and peered around the messy room. Empty bottles of Absinthe littered the desk and some had been thrown under the bed, quite obvious to anyone who looked at the floor. Christians Underwood typewriter was sitting looking lonely and worn out on a round table next to the window. A copy of a small gray book lay beside it. Toulouse eyed it warily.
"Are you still here?" Christians muffled voice came out towards the others. The Argentinean and Nini stopped bickering long enough to stare at Christian. A small flicker of pity flashed across Nini's face before she hid it quickly with a glance at the ceiling. She moved slowly towards the table holding the typewriter.
"Just leave," groaned Christian, sitting up and motioning towards the door. When no one moved, he started yelling. "Get out, get out!"
"Christian, we need you to come outside.we'll take you to a bar or something.get your minds off things." Toulouse pleaded.
"NOW!" screamed Christian. "I can't listen to you anymore!"
The Argentinean stepped up to Toulouse and put his hand on his shoulder. "He's lost in his own mind, just leave him be." Toulouse glared at Christian and opened the door, walking through it. The Argentinean followed close behind. Christian hid under the covers again.
Although he failed to notice Nini walking out of the room, with a small gray book, tucked deep into her coat pocket.
A/N: Please, please review! I guess that since there are so many stories, a lot of people like the movie.so please tell me what you think! Thanx (