A/N: This, I PROMISE YOU, is the FINAL rewrite of Crazy Love, the
definitive Moulin Rouge-modern-day story and also the first. (I'm so
vain.)
Theirs was a love of old romantic films. It was a love that began like an old Clara Bow movie, dug up from the archives of the past, crackling with rediscovery, sparkling as you are drawn into its spell. Theirs was a love that could only grow and flourish like a rosebud, but soon it, would wilt, as a rose must. Their love became shadows, ashes of roses that would linger on forever in the minds of those who had witnessed it.
They, too, were dug up from the archives of the past. They became a 20th century whore and a writer. They became a groupie and a bandleader in 1969. They became a singer and a guitarist, star-crossed in Los Angeles. They became a Broadway hopeful and a poet in the glamour of New York City. They became others, yet they stayed as themselves. Their names were different, but they were the same. Their souls were in those of the others whose lives they'd been chosen to inherit. Over and over that simple story repeated itself, as time and love are wont to do.
This is one of the many tales of their fated love. Among the others it may seem simple and as uninteresting as dust. But this, this is the story of Christian and Satine. As it is meant to be told.
Theirs was a love of old romantic films. It was a love that began like an old Clara Bow movie, dug up from the archives of the past, crackling with rediscovery, sparkling as you are drawn into its spell. Theirs was a love that could only grow and flourish like a rosebud, but soon it, would wilt, as a rose must. Their love became shadows, ashes of roses that would linger on forever in the minds of those who had witnessed it.
They, too, were dug up from the archives of the past. They became a 20th century whore and a writer. They became a groupie and a bandleader in 1969. They became a singer and a guitarist, star-crossed in Los Angeles. They became a Broadway hopeful and a poet in the glamour of New York City. They became others, yet they stayed as themselves. Their names were different, but they were the same. Their souls were in those of the others whose lives they'd been chosen to inherit. Over and over that simple story repeated itself, as time and love are wont to do.
This is one of the many tales of their fated love. Among the others it may seem simple and as uninteresting as dust. But this, this is the story of Christian and Satine. As it is meant to be told.