A/N: Hey, I'm back… I didn't have much homework, so I decided to update! Yay! Thanks for the lone review, and I'm glad you like it so far! I wasn't going to keep it all in, but I'm still deciding what is going to be cut. I've watched the movie so much, it isn't even funny! :~) But, please read and review, they really make me update faster! The show must go on! Oh, and before I forget, preview for the next chapter for all who correctly guess (no cheating!) the voice of the Green Fairy. Good luck!

Chapter Three: Cast List

Moulin Rouge! Cast

Seraphine Higdon appearing as Satine

Christopher Davis appearing as Christian

Benjamin Rowe appearing as Toulouse

Anthony Allen appearing as Harold Zidler

Stephen Purvis appearing as The Duke

David Matthew appearing as The Doctor

Jason Dawson appearing asThe Unconscious Argentinean

Alex Lowman appearing as Satie

Amanda Thomas appearing asMarie

Christina Duffy appearing asNini Legs in the Air

Caroline Hughes appearing asArabia

Natalie Hawkins appearing asChina Doll

Alice Sanders appearing asMôme Fromage

Drew Rowland appearing as Audrey

Katie Night appearing asThe Green Fairy

Eddie Williams appearing asLe Chocolat

James Crow appearing asWarner (The Duke's bodyguard)

Damien Depp appearing asSatine's Doctor

Jack Walker appearing asThe Man on the Moon (voice)

Chris:

I stared at the cast list, noting who was playing whom, and feeling slightly stunned at being cast as Christian. The past month had crawled by slowly, worried as I was about the cast list being posted. I hadn't quite believed Mrs. Adams when she had announced my being cast as Christian. I was simply shocked, thinking she'd change her mind after seeing other hopefuls audition. Until now… I stared at my name, a smile blossoming on my face. I was listed right below Sara…. Maybe we could become friends.

"Hey, Christopher." Sara placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. "Great job on getting the role. I had hoped Mrs. Adams would keep her word. You're a natural." She grinned at me, blue eyes sparkling.

"Thanks. You're amazing, too." I replied, a nervous grin on my face.

"You'd better move, there's a crowd forming." Sara withdrew her hand from my shoulder, grabbing my hand instead. She led me through the throng of drama club members, anxious to see who had been cast. "Will you be at the cast meeting tonight?" Sara asked when we had left the crowd behind.

"Of course! I can't miss."

"See you then, Chris. Bye!" She waved at me, a smile still on her face. I watched her leave, tracing the contours of her slim body with my eyes. When she was no longer visible I turned and headed to my next class.

~*~

"Settle down, settle down." Mrs. Adams ordered. "This meeting is only for leading roles, so if you were listed as an extra, and there were a lot of you, leave now." She waited quietly as a large group of disappointed cast members left the airy and cheerful room.

I glanced around, looking for Sara. The luxurious love seats were crowded with couches and the soft carpet had a few students laying down on it. I spotted Sara sitting on the window seat, alone and peering out the draped window.

"Mind if I join you?" I asked, noticing how pale and beautiful she was.

"Of course you can." She said, hiding her shock.

"Quiet down!" Mrs. Adams repeated. "Now, is everyone here a leading role, or a role with some plot importance?" We nodded assent. "Good. There will be practice this summer, but most of the summer will be dealing with set construction and costumes. So, I need volunteers. There's a list by the door for when you leave. Now, your job for this summer and for the duration of the play is to become your character. I want this play to be remembered in our school for years to come. We're aiming for a highly realistic play, far better than last year's disaster." We shuddered, remembering the fiasco that was the school play. "When I say 'become your character', I mean I want you to act like your character, talk like your character, dress (prostitutes, please restrain yourselves) like your character. Anything that your character would do, do it. Unless you are prostitute. Ladies, don't go having sex because of your character." Laughs echoed in the classroom. "Is that clear?"

"Yes, but Mrs. Adams, do we need to call each other by our character names?" Sara asked, staring intently at the drama club teacher.

"Hmm… That's a good idea, Higdon. I think we shall. So from this moment until the play is over you shall be called Satine. Everywhere you go, that shall be your name."

"Thanks, Mrs. Adams." Sara, Satine now, said, sinking down next to me.

We spent the next hour discussing the play and examining the script. Except for a few scenes, most of the play was the same as the movie. With our flexible school schedule we had the ability to perform long plays without worry. Costume plans and set designs were brought up along with a possible practice schedule. I spent the meeting paying little attention, preferring to write in my notebook instead.

"Christian." I didn't look up, unaccustomed to the soft, French accented voice that was Sara. "Christian." I looked up.

"Oh, I didn't know that was you speaking, Sara. I mean, Satine." I blushed.

"English accent, Christian!" Mrs. Adams trilled.

"Okay." I replied, struggling to find my English accent.

"What were you writing?" Without waiting for an answer, Sara tugged my notebook out of my hands and flicked through it. "This is really good. You'll make a great mystery/romance writer!" She praised, eyes glued to the red notebook. "But would Christian write mystery?" She teased.

"I wouldn't know. He never really brought up what else he liked to write about!" I retorted.

"Really?" Sara arched her eyebrows and giggled. I smiled back, meeting her intense blue eyes and finally feeling like I wasn't the odd one out.

Sara:

I stood in my bathroom that night, washing my face with cold water. I coughed violently, inhaling soapy water and exhaling water that was tinged a reddish-pink. I stared at it, confused and hoping it was a coincidence and nothing more. I couldn't be getting Tuberculosis. It couldn't happen. I watched in morbid fascination as the blood swirled down the sink and resolved to put it out of my mind. I wouldn't think of it, and I wouldn't mention it. What was the point of worrying?

A/N: The cast list was made before any definite scene removals, so I don't know which characters will be used, and which won't. There are only a few scenes I am planning on taking out, for reasons that they aren't important, or because they couldn't be preformed on a stage. Please review!