Disclaimer: Same as before, I own Old London, New Paris and Mont Marte, but
unfortunately, all Moulin Rouge! related items belong to Baz Luhrmann,
Craig Pearce and 20th Century Fox.
Note: Thank you for bearing with the story, just bear with it until the next chapter, it should start getting good by then.hopefully. Also, I don't know when trains were invented so, it's here, I did not exactly research the 1700's..sorry.
Satine looked outside the window of the train. The conductor just announced that Mont Marte was just a few minutes away. She took a deep breath and swallowed hard. Here she was, following her dreams and choosing a penniless existence over a wealthy one. But she would be happy here. She just knew it. But she knew that she mustn't fall in love while on her way to stardom. No. She had many times before, but all of them were nothing but superficial lies. "Love is just a game," was her motto. She hoped that love would be through with her. She closed her eyes, trying to imagine what her new life will be like.
~*~
Christian woke up in a very early hour of the day. Today was the big day. A financier was coming and this was the Red Mill's last chance to put on a damn good play and get some money. A lot of money. Why? Because if they didn't, the orphanage would be taken by the bank and all the children would be thrown out. He already had a story in mind, but the financier would have to like the 'preview' of the show first. That, he was nervous about. The actress that Toulouse and his friends had in mind was.Audrey. A stuck up woman who resembled a man, sometimes. But she was a pretty good actress, yes, but she thought she was nothing less, actually more, than a goddess. Christian chuckled to himself. Who else would play the part? Nini? Nini was a prostitute on the streets who hung around the Red Mill. She used to live there as an orphan and she just wouldn't leave. She said, "Why does Christian get to stay?" and Harold answered, "Cause he pays rent." But still, she would not leave. In fact she paid rent after that.once. Christian chuckled again. Well, he better get ready for the duchess later tonight. The 'preview' of the play was not until tomorrow, but the duchess wanted to meet him tonight as to, what did Harold say? Ah, yes, to 'see into the soul of the writer,' which Christian could understand. He closed his eyes hoping that she'll like him and his play. And that Audrey will not scare her off. What if the duchess hates his play? He shuddered. His story was not very good; at least he didn't think so. He had always wanted to write about love, but he had never been in love! Luckily right at that moment, an unconscious Argentinean fell through his roof, interrupting his train of thought. Christian did not mind this, of-course, considering he was at Doc's place. Doc was a doctor, or used to be, but his addiction to Absinthe destroyed that. Toulouse and the rest, the rest being Doc, Satie, and the Argentinean. He had fallen asleep here last night. After a few minutes, Christian was ready to go, and he did leave. He could not stay because Doc could no longer afford the rent, so he moved in with Toulouse and the rest. He would have invited at-least one of them to stay, but they loved to party.far too much.
Note: Thank you for bearing with the story, just bear with it until the next chapter, it should start getting good by then.hopefully. Also, I don't know when trains were invented so, it's here, I did not exactly research the 1700's..sorry.
Satine looked outside the window of the train. The conductor just announced that Mont Marte was just a few minutes away. She took a deep breath and swallowed hard. Here she was, following her dreams and choosing a penniless existence over a wealthy one. But she would be happy here. She just knew it. But she knew that she mustn't fall in love while on her way to stardom. No. She had many times before, but all of them were nothing but superficial lies. "Love is just a game," was her motto. She hoped that love would be through with her. She closed her eyes, trying to imagine what her new life will be like.
~*~
Christian woke up in a very early hour of the day. Today was the big day. A financier was coming and this was the Red Mill's last chance to put on a damn good play and get some money. A lot of money. Why? Because if they didn't, the orphanage would be taken by the bank and all the children would be thrown out. He already had a story in mind, but the financier would have to like the 'preview' of the show first. That, he was nervous about. The actress that Toulouse and his friends had in mind was.Audrey. A stuck up woman who resembled a man, sometimes. But she was a pretty good actress, yes, but she thought she was nothing less, actually more, than a goddess. Christian chuckled to himself. Who else would play the part? Nini? Nini was a prostitute on the streets who hung around the Red Mill. She used to live there as an orphan and she just wouldn't leave. She said, "Why does Christian get to stay?" and Harold answered, "Cause he pays rent." But still, she would not leave. In fact she paid rent after that.once. Christian chuckled again. Well, he better get ready for the duchess later tonight. The 'preview' of the play was not until tomorrow, but the duchess wanted to meet him tonight as to, what did Harold say? Ah, yes, to 'see into the soul of the writer,' which Christian could understand. He closed his eyes hoping that she'll like him and his play. And that Audrey will not scare her off. What if the duchess hates his play? He shuddered. His story was not very good; at least he didn't think so. He had always wanted to write about love, but he had never been in love! Luckily right at that moment, an unconscious Argentinean fell through his roof, interrupting his train of thought. Christian did not mind this, of-course, considering he was at Doc's place. Doc was a doctor, or used to be, but his addiction to Absinthe destroyed that. Toulouse and the rest, the rest being Doc, Satie, and the Argentinean. He had fallen asleep here last night. After a few minutes, Christian was ready to go, and he did leave. He could not stay because Doc could no longer afford the rent, so he moved in with Toulouse and the rest. He would have invited at-least one of them to stay, but they loved to party.far too much.