Disclaimer:I don't own Christian, Zidler, or anyone else from the original
Moulin Rouge. I only own Madeline, Anthony, and anyone else I mentioned. I
hope you like this story, please review, and be nice, it's my first fan
fiction.
The two twins who sat on the dirty bench in the dingy train station were gorgeous. The young girl, who appeared to be about fifteen, had long, dark red hair flowing down her back and gorgeous blue eyes that made you do a double take. She, never caring about being a lady, was slumped over in her seat resting her chin in her hand.
"Anthony, I see our train!" cried the young girl, jumping up excitedly, grabbing her patchy bag. The young, handsome boy whom (omigosh, i used "whom" in a sentence) the excited shout had been directed to, stood up and brushed the dirt off his slightly ratty coat.
"Madeline, wait up!" cried the young man. Many of the young ladies stopped and smiled at the handsome man.
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As they exited the train, the twins spotted the Moulin Rouge. Anthony's heart fluttered. He had vauge traces of memory from his mother. He remembered her hair most, though. Her long hair that he and Madeline used to play in. And as he jogged along behind Madeline, he noticed that her hair was reflected in his sister's.
They slowed to a stop. They stood in front of the doors of the Moulin Rouge, staring at them. Madeline took a deep breath and pushed the door open, never knowing that she should have turned and walked back to her grandmothers house.
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Zidler sat at his desk, pondering over the idea of giving Satine's act to one of the courtesans. It had been over a year since Satine's death, and Nini was showing growing talent.
There was a knock on his office door.
"Come in," he called, not looking up from his work.
As the door opened, he saw to very familiar faces enter his office.
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More soon, pleeeaaase review!
The two twins who sat on the dirty bench in the dingy train station were gorgeous. The young girl, who appeared to be about fifteen, had long, dark red hair flowing down her back and gorgeous blue eyes that made you do a double take. She, never caring about being a lady, was slumped over in her seat resting her chin in her hand.
"Anthony, I see our train!" cried the young girl, jumping up excitedly, grabbing her patchy bag. The young, handsome boy whom (omigosh, i used "whom" in a sentence) the excited shout had been directed to, stood up and brushed the dirt off his slightly ratty coat.
"Madeline, wait up!" cried the young man. Many of the young ladies stopped and smiled at the handsome man.
**********************
As they exited the train, the twins spotted the Moulin Rouge. Anthony's heart fluttered. He had vauge traces of memory from his mother. He remembered her hair most, though. Her long hair that he and Madeline used to play in. And as he jogged along behind Madeline, he noticed that her hair was reflected in his sister's.
They slowed to a stop. They stood in front of the doors of the Moulin Rouge, staring at them. Madeline took a deep breath and pushed the door open, never knowing that she should have turned and walked back to her grandmothers house.
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Zidler sat at his desk, pondering over the idea of giving Satine's act to one of the courtesans. It had been over a year since Satine's death, and Nini was showing growing talent.
There was a knock on his office door.
"Come in," he called, not looking up from his work.
As the door opened, he saw to very familiar faces enter his office.
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More soon, pleeeaaase review!