Author's Note---I do not own the Moulin Rouge or any of the characters except for the Satine that i made
Thanks To TheLark for giving me a review. THANKS!
Chapter 4
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Christians Tells Her The Story
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So later that day, Satine went to Christian's room and knocked. Christian was thinking about Satine(not the one that died)
about how she can look like Satine(the one that died) when he heard a knock on the door and then he
went to see who it was.
"Hi," said Satine
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"Hi." he said back. they stood there for a moment. Christian didn't know what to say. She just looked just like her.
He want to kiss her but he doesn't even know her.
"uh. can i come in?" she asked.
"Oh, yea, sure." said Christian getting out of his thougts.
"So, why did you come here?Here. Not the town." he asked. She didn't want to tell him that Toulouse asked her if she could
talk to him because thatS JUST SOOO STUPID!
"Oh, well, you're like the only person that i know here so I just wanted to get to know you better." she lied.
"oh." he said.
"Soo...when did you come here? To this town?"she asked. 'Oh now why did she have to bring that up? now i
have to tell her all of it. all of the bad memories.'
"I came in 1899"he said.
"Why?"she asked. 'why does she have to ask this questions?' Christian thought.
"Because I wanted to write about truth, beauty, freedom, and love." Christian said and usually it starts to hurt when he's
talking about this but i guess not with her. 'hey, im actually comfortable talking to her about this now' he thought(again).
(and just to tell yas, they're sitting down right now, sry i didn't tell you that earlier) " Do you want a drink?"
"No, thank you and so anyways, and now why aren't you writing songs, poetry, and stories anymore?" asked Satine. Christian
told Satine all about the show Spectacular Spectaculer and about Satine.(does that make sence?) When he was
telling her about the opening night of Spectaculer Spectaculer, she noticed that tears were forming in his eyes.
She was about to cry herself but she didn't want to show it.
"I shouldn't have ask you that question because it must be really hard for you," said Satine.
" Oh no it's quite alright because now you know me mostly," said Christian as the tears forming in his eyes were going away.
"Yeah, I guess you're right." she said.
"Now i need to know why you came here." said christian
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okay, thats where im going to stop and then in the next chapter i'll have Satine tell why she went to
Montmartre, okay? okay.(at least i think you said okay).
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Thanks To TheLark for giving me a review. THANKS!
Chapter 4
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Christians Tells Her The Story
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So later that day, Satine went to Christian's room and knocked. Christian was thinking about Satine(not the one that died)
about how she can look like Satine(the one that died) when he heard a knock on the door and then he
went to see who it was.
"Hi," said Satine
.
"Hi." he said back. they stood there for a moment. Christian didn't know what to say. She just looked just like her.
He want to kiss her but he doesn't even know her.
"uh. can i come in?" she asked.
"Oh, yea, sure." said Christian getting out of his thougts.
"So, why did you come here?Here. Not the town." he asked. She didn't want to tell him that Toulouse asked her if she could
talk to him because thatS JUST SOOO STUPID!
"Oh, well, you're like the only person that i know here so I just wanted to get to know you better." she lied.
"oh." he said.
"Soo...when did you come here? To this town?"she asked. 'Oh now why did she have to bring that up? now i
have to tell her all of it. all of the bad memories.'
"I came in 1899"he said.
"Why?"she asked. 'why does she have to ask this questions?' Christian thought.
"Because I wanted to write about truth, beauty, freedom, and love." Christian said and usually it starts to hurt when he's
talking about this but i guess not with her. 'hey, im actually comfortable talking to her about this now' he thought(again).
(and just to tell yas, they're sitting down right now, sry i didn't tell you that earlier) " Do you want a drink?"
"No, thank you and so anyways, and now why aren't you writing songs, poetry, and stories anymore?" asked Satine. Christian
told Satine all about the show Spectacular Spectaculer and about Satine.(does that make sence?) When he was
telling her about the opening night of Spectaculer Spectaculer, she noticed that tears were forming in his eyes.
She was about to cry herself but she didn't want to show it.
"I shouldn't have ask you that question because it must be really hard for you," said Satine.
" Oh no it's quite alright because now you know me mostly," said Christian as the tears forming in his eyes were going away.
"Yeah, I guess you're right." she said.
"Now i need to know why you came here." said christian
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okay, thats where im going to stop and then in the next chapter i'll have Satine tell why she went to
Montmartre, okay? okay.(at least i think you said okay).
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