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Chris stared out his apartment window at the building he knew Satine lived in. He waited there, hoping for a glimpse of her in a window, or her shadow on the rooftop, staring out over the city. He wanted everything to be right, it had to be perfect for the Duke and the Cobras because Chris didn't want to risk being sent away from Satine. It would kill him, he knew that. In one simple moment he had fallen in love with a beautiful woman and to leave her now would be the death of him. If there was just some way of knowing that she felt the same, Chris would be perfectly content. He could live with the Duke peering over his shoulder, he could learn to hide his love for Satine, but he had to know.
With a smile, Chris whispered to the night, "How wonderful life is now you're in the world." Then he grabbed his jacket and left the apartment quickly, intent on finding Satine.
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Satine stood on the sidewalk near the Brooklyn Bridge and stared out over the water. A few cars passed by, but not enough to disrupt Satine's quiet thoughts of Chris and the Duke, her inner debate of what she would do in the morning. Chris loved her, that much was apparent to her even in the short time she'd known him and something about him . . .
Satine shook her head firmly, as if convincing herself that there was nothing appealing about the young man. She refused to admit that something inside of her had been stirred by his singing. She would not be drawn into a love triangle when she was so close to finally getting out of Brooklyn. Satine had dreamed of escaping the gang ridden city for as long as she could remember, ever since she had been abandoned on the doorstep of Harold Zidler. The only other child of her alcoholic parents, Zidler had taken her in. As a child she had been left in his care and he had done his best for her, regardless of the fact that she had grown up around hardened criminals, drugs and guns.
But now she was old enough to leave, she just had to find the money to do it. The Duke could supply her with the money in order to leave, he could take her away from Brooklyn and then she could leave him if he was as repulsive as she thought he would be.
Satine sighed and hugged herself tightly. Soon she would live in a world where it would be safe to travel the streets at night. If Zidler ever found out about her trips to the Brooklyn Bridge he'd have a fit. She could never be certain that she was safe when she was alone. She just loved the night, the moon and the stars sparkling in the dark sky. Everything about it amazed her.
"I follow the night," she sang softly. "Can't stand the light. When will I begin to live again?"
Satine walked onto the bridge, still thinking about Chris and the things he had said to her earlier. "One day I'll fly away leave all this to yesterday," she sang, running her hand over the cool steel of the bridge.
"What more could your love do for me? When will love be through with me?" Satine sighed and leaned against the rail, staring over the waters below. "Why live life from dream to dream and dread the day when dreaming ends?"
A noise behind her startled her and she jumped, spinning quickly. Chris was standing nearby, smiling sheepishly at her.
"Sorry," he said, holding out his hands as if to indicate he hadn't meant to scare her. "Sorry, I just saw you standing here and I had to come over."
Satine looked away, forcing herself not to meet his eyes. She didn't want to lose herself again in them, refused to let herself be taken in by his charms and good looks. She would not be taken away from her dream of leaving.
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The idea of Satine and Christian singing on the Brooklyn Bridge belongs to . . . Duchess I believe. *cringes* I'm sorry if I got that wrong. But thanks anyway, it was a great idea.
Chris stared out his apartment window at the building he knew Satine lived in. He waited there, hoping for a glimpse of her in a window, or her shadow on the rooftop, staring out over the city. He wanted everything to be right, it had to be perfect for the Duke and the Cobras because Chris didn't want to risk being sent away from Satine. It would kill him, he knew that. In one simple moment he had fallen in love with a beautiful woman and to leave her now would be the death of him. If there was just some way of knowing that she felt the same, Chris would be perfectly content. He could live with the Duke peering over his shoulder, he could learn to hide his love for Satine, but he had to know.
With a smile, Chris whispered to the night, "How wonderful life is now you're in the world." Then he grabbed his jacket and left the apartment quickly, intent on finding Satine.
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Satine stood on the sidewalk near the Brooklyn Bridge and stared out over the water. A few cars passed by, but not enough to disrupt Satine's quiet thoughts of Chris and the Duke, her inner debate of what she would do in the morning. Chris loved her, that much was apparent to her even in the short time she'd known him and something about him . . .
Satine shook her head firmly, as if convincing herself that there was nothing appealing about the young man. She refused to admit that something inside of her had been stirred by his singing. She would not be drawn into a love triangle when she was so close to finally getting out of Brooklyn. Satine had dreamed of escaping the gang ridden city for as long as she could remember, ever since she had been abandoned on the doorstep of Harold Zidler. The only other child of her alcoholic parents, Zidler had taken her in. As a child she had been left in his care and he had done his best for her, regardless of the fact that she had grown up around hardened criminals, drugs and guns.
But now she was old enough to leave, she just had to find the money to do it. The Duke could supply her with the money in order to leave, he could take her away from Brooklyn and then she could leave him if he was as repulsive as she thought he would be.
Satine sighed and hugged herself tightly. Soon she would live in a world where it would be safe to travel the streets at night. If Zidler ever found out about her trips to the Brooklyn Bridge he'd have a fit. She could never be certain that she was safe when she was alone. She just loved the night, the moon and the stars sparkling in the dark sky. Everything about it amazed her.
"I follow the night," she sang softly. "Can't stand the light. When will I begin to live again?"
Satine walked onto the bridge, still thinking about Chris and the things he had said to her earlier. "One day I'll fly away leave all this to yesterday," she sang, running her hand over the cool steel of the bridge.
"What more could your love do for me? When will love be through with me?" Satine sighed and leaned against the rail, staring over the waters below. "Why live life from dream to dream and dread the day when dreaming ends?"
A noise behind her startled her and she jumped, spinning quickly. Chris was standing nearby, smiling sheepishly at her.
"Sorry," he said, holding out his hands as if to indicate he hadn't meant to scare her. "Sorry, I just saw you standing here and I had to come over."
Satine looked away, forcing herself not to meet his eyes. She didn't want to lose herself again in them, refused to let herself be taken in by his charms and good looks. She would not be taken away from her dream of leaving.
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The idea of Satine and Christian singing on the Brooklyn Bridge belongs to . . . Duchess I believe. *cringes* I'm sorry if I got that wrong. But thanks anyway, it was a great idea.