The Inspiration
Christian sat at his typewriter contemplating what to write about. He had seen the woman in the window singing her heart out, but he also saw pain in those eyes as he watched her. What was wrong? What could possibly be so wrong that made this woman want to cry? Christian, being frustrated with how to start his story, stood up and glanced out his window. Would he see this woman again? He was looking too deeply into it. He didn't know her, but there was something about her that just made his heart beat faster.
Cloaked in red, the woman walked across the room and glanced in her mirror. Was this really the life that she wanted? She was due on stage in 5 minutes. She was due to please the many men that walked through that very door, that she wanted to walk out of.
"Satine Satine! You are due on now… get up here!!" Yelled Harold Zidler.Yes, her name was Satine. The very name that describes the feel of her skin. She had fiery red hair and a voice that could tame the wildest of beasts. As Satine slowly ascended up the stairs, she thought of the man that had watched her from the street. Why was he standing there listening to her song? She shook it out of her mind and put on a happy face as she entered the main room where her fans were waiting.
Christian decided he would check out that building that he saw that woman from. He got changed and descended down the stairs and on to the busy street. He wouldn't be prepared for what tonight was going to give him.
A
kiss on the hand may be quite continental,
But diamonds are a
girl's best friend.
A kiss may be grand, but it won't pay the
rental
On your humble flat, or help you feed your
pussy cat.
Satine belted her heart out as she swung from the swing on the ceiling. The men around her were drooling at the very sight of her. That was when she spotted him. The man from the street.
Men grow cold as
girls grow old,
And we all lose our charms in the end.
But
square-cut or pear-shaped,
These rocks don't lose their
shape.
Diamonds are a girl's best friend!
Christian took a seat in one of the back booths. He was mesmerized by her beauty; but what caught his heart was her voice. He sat there with mouth agape as she danced around on the stage.
When Satine finished the song, she dashed off stage and into her dressing room. Why was he here? What did he want? So many questions were buzzing around in her head that she didn't hear her dressing room door open. There standing before her was a man. An older man with a pointy mustache. Satine cringed at the sight of him. When he spoke, his voice sounded like a rat squeaking.
"What can I do for you sir?" Satine said as she twirled around to face this horrid looking man.
"I have to say madam, that was a wonderful performance. Your boss has arranged a private meeting for us in the Elephant for tomorrow night. I will see you there my sweet."
When this man left the room, Satine was ready to throw up in her mouth. Harold came in shortly after this man had left.
"Harold? Why was this man telling me about a meeting? He is the most horrid looking man I have ever seen!" Satine stated with disgust in her voice.
"He is the Duke, my love. He is interested in funding our play. You can become an actress… a real actress." Harold said.
"Areal actress." Satine said with stars in her eyes. Satine had stars in her eyes when she went to sleep that night.
Christian left Moulin Rouge in amazement. She was beautiful. He was determined to meet her now and start writing his story. Christian fell asleep that night with a smile on his face.
A/N: Okay, now I know this chapter might be a little confusing, but I will somehow make it make sense more into the story. Reviews would be very much appreciated, and please check out my other stories in my profile.
Toodles!
Kat