Valentines day song fictions
A/NHi folks! For those of you who have read, "Why does my heart cry" don't be expecting an update anytime soon. I know on my profile it says I had gotten the inspiration to finish it, but then exams came and my muse died. Also for the past few months I have really doubted my writing, and I've realized just how bad that fiction is, so it's on hiatus. But please enjoy this series of Valentine's Day song fictions.
Disclaimer: The wonderful cinematic masterpiece that is Moulin Rouge belongs to Baz Lurhman. If I were the owner of this film, and director, I would have kept Ewan McGregor locked up in a cage, so no lawsuits please. Also the song "something" was written by George Harrison when the Beatles were still a band, so yes I don't own that either.
Song fiction one "something"
" I wish you didn't have to go back." Christian whispered softly in to Satine's ear. They were engulfed in a loving embrace, as they stood by the fireplace in that oh so charming little garret.
" And you know I wish I could stay. And we both know I can't. If I do Harold will find out about us. I'm sorry Christian." She pulled away from his arms, and kissed him on the check before putting her coat on. " I'll see you in a few hours at rehearsal." She softly shut the door behind her, and was gone.
Christian sighed and stood at the windowsill watching her make her way back to the Moulin Rouge. He smiled as he took in every minor detail, the way she walked, the way the wind played with her hair, the way her left foot followed her right. The next thing he knew a song was pouring from his lips, softly and sweetly, but just loud enough for Satine to her and look up at him.
" Something in the way she moves, attracts me like no other lover. Something in the way she woos me. I don't want to leave her now you know I believe and how." Christian grinned down at her, she returned the smile, and blew him a kiss before turning and continuing to make her way down the road.
" Somewhere in her smile she knows, that I don't need no other lover. Something in her style that shows me. I don't want to leave her now you know I believe and how."
Christian remembered one day, how he sat with Toulouse in his garret, confiding to friend, his immense feelings of love towards Satine, and Toulouse had asked him, if his love for her would die, or if it would grow stronger. He smiled now as he remembered that, still not fully knowing the answer, for only time could tell, and yet believing that his love would last. "Your asking me will my love grow, I don't know I don't know. You stick around now it may show, I don't know I don't know." He sang out loudly and with emotion, his voice carrying throughout the crowed streets of Monmartre.
"Something in the way she knows, and all I have to do is think of her. Something in the things she shows me. I don't want to leave her now, you know I believe and how".
He smiled satisfied as the last note of his song died out on the wind, and as Satine opened the door to the Rouge. Rehearsals couldn't come soon enough.
A/N: well there you go, shorter than my usual fan fictions, but then again Beatles songs are pretty short in comparison to some of today's songs. Lately I've been getting a lot of my inspiration from Beatles songs, but I don't blame myself their cd's are the most played in my collection, and my most favorite band. Anyways I would like to dedicate this series of song fictions to, George Harrison, John Lennon, Paul McCartney, Ringo Starr, and last but certainly not least, Ewan McGregor, the most amazing dudes in the world.
A/NHi folks! For those of you who have read, "Why does my heart cry" don't be expecting an update anytime soon. I know on my profile it says I had gotten the inspiration to finish it, but then exams came and my muse died. Also for the past few months I have really doubted my writing, and I've realized just how bad that fiction is, so it's on hiatus. But please enjoy this series of Valentine's Day song fictions.
Disclaimer: The wonderful cinematic masterpiece that is Moulin Rouge belongs to Baz Lurhman. If I were the owner of this film, and director, I would have kept Ewan McGregor locked up in a cage, so no lawsuits please. Also the song "something" was written by George Harrison when the Beatles were still a band, so yes I don't own that either.
Song fiction one "something"
" I wish you didn't have to go back." Christian whispered softly in to Satine's ear. They were engulfed in a loving embrace, as they stood by the fireplace in that oh so charming little garret.
" And you know I wish I could stay. And we both know I can't. If I do Harold will find out about us. I'm sorry Christian." She pulled away from his arms, and kissed him on the check before putting her coat on. " I'll see you in a few hours at rehearsal." She softly shut the door behind her, and was gone.
Christian sighed and stood at the windowsill watching her make her way back to the Moulin Rouge. He smiled as he took in every minor detail, the way she walked, the way the wind played with her hair, the way her left foot followed her right. The next thing he knew a song was pouring from his lips, softly and sweetly, but just loud enough for Satine to her and look up at him.
" Something in the way she moves, attracts me like no other lover. Something in the way she woos me. I don't want to leave her now you know I believe and how." Christian grinned down at her, she returned the smile, and blew him a kiss before turning and continuing to make her way down the road.
" Somewhere in her smile she knows, that I don't need no other lover. Something in her style that shows me. I don't want to leave her now you know I believe and how."
Christian remembered one day, how he sat with Toulouse in his garret, confiding to friend, his immense feelings of love towards Satine, and Toulouse had asked him, if his love for her would die, or if it would grow stronger. He smiled now as he remembered that, still not fully knowing the answer, for only time could tell, and yet believing that his love would last. "Your asking me will my love grow, I don't know I don't know. You stick around now it may show, I don't know I don't know." He sang out loudly and with emotion, his voice carrying throughout the crowed streets of Monmartre.
"Something in the way she knows, and all I have to do is think of her. Something in the things she shows me. I don't want to leave her now, you know I believe and how".
He smiled satisfied as the last note of his song died out on the wind, and as Satine opened the door to the Rouge. Rehearsals couldn't come soon enough.
A/N: well there you go, shorter than my usual fan fictions, but then again Beatles songs are pretty short in comparison to some of today's songs. Lately I've been getting a lot of my inspiration from Beatles songs, but I don't blame myself their cd's are the most played in my collection, and my most favorite band. Anyways I would like to dedicate this series of song fictions to, George Harrison, John Lennon, Paul McCartney, Ringo Starr, and last but certainly not least, Ewan McGregor, the most amazing dudes in the world.