Christian was close to finishing 'Spectacular, Spectacular.' Calliope loved the beautifully written story about the courtsean and her suitors. She already had the inside scoop on the ending, and she was so excited.
The Duke was becoming even more possesive than ever. He demanded that Satine give herself to him on the opening night. Each time that Satine came back from spending time with the Duke, she would sob and weep for a life with Christian, and Calliope would have to comfort her. Only two people could make Satine happy, Christian and her little daughter, Aurelie, who only knew Satine as a friend. Very few people knew Satine's secret, not even Christian.
One night, Calliope was performing at the Moulin Rouge. She had become so popular that Harold was allowing her to sing solos. She looked so elegant in a bright red, velvet evening gown. Satine had curled her dark hair into large ringlets that fell around her shoulders. As Calliope sang, she glowed with confidence. She had no idea that the events of this night would take her life in a whole new direction. She beamed at the spectators as her voice rang out clearly sweetly an old french love song.
On this evening, as she was performing, yet another familiar face had entered the main hall of the Moulin Rouge. This time Calliope did not stop performing, but as she had recognized the man her smile had faded away into a look of partial shock and partial embarassment. The young man had not seen her yet, and she studied him carefully.
Satine noticed the change in Calliope. She followed her line of sight to see what might be disturbing her. Then her eyes fell upon him. A handsome young man. He was tall and well-built. His hair was dark and his eyes were brilliant blue that somewhat reminded Satine of Christian's gorgeous blue eyes.
Calliope finished her song in a long, low note. She threw her head back and raised her hand to the air. The crowd of men let out a thunderous cheer and the young man raised his head to discover the reason for the excitement. He looked at Calliope a bit puzzled. Something about her was distinctly familiar. He had to find out her identity. As Calliope, walked off the stage, the man leaped out of his chair and elbowed his way through the crowd to reach her.
Satine was waiting to question Calliope off-stage.
"Who was that gorgeous man that had you so distracted, ma cher?"
Calliope was speechless. Her mind was racing at lightspeed. She never thought that he would come here. What must he be thinking of her? She would be so devastated if he admonished her.
In the next moment, the man had reached her. He grabbed Calliope by the arm and spun her about to face him.
"Miss," he said as he caught his breath.
Calliope turned and looked into his eyes. Her heart suddenly sunk into her stomach. It was him. She never thought she would see him again, and now he has found her in the Devil's den.
The young man was shocked. Slowly, he came back to his senses. He could barely speak. He finally managed to force the sound out of his throat.
"Calliope?"
The Duke was becoming even more possesive than ever. He demanded that Satine give herself to him on the opening night. Each time that Satine came back from spending time with the Duke, she would sob and weep for a life with Christian, and Calliope would have to comfort her. Only two people could make Satine happy, Christian and her little daughter, Aurelie, who only knew Satine as a friend. Very few people knew Satine's secret, not even Christian.
One night, Calliope was performing at the Moulin Rouge. She had become so popular that Harold was allowing her to sing solos. She looked so elegant in a bright red, velvet evening gown. Satine had curled her dark hair into large ringlets that fell around her shoulders. As Calliope sang, she glowed with confidence. She had no idea that the events of this night would take her life in a whole new direction. She beamed at the spectators as her voice rang out clearly sweetly an old french love song.
On this evening, as she was performing, yet another familiar face had entered the main hall of the Moulin Rouge. This time Calliope did not stop performing, but as she had recognized the man her smile had faded away into a look of partial shock and partial embarassment. The young man had not seen her yet, and she studied him carefully.
Satine noticed the change in Calliope. She followed her line of sight to see what might be disturbing her. Then her eyes fell upon him. A handsome young man. He was tall and well-built. His hair was dark and his eyes were brilliant blue that somewhat reminded Satine of Christian's gorgeous blue eyes.
Calliope finished her song in a long, low note. She threw her head back and raised her hand to the air. The crowd of men let out a thunderous cheer and the young man raised his head to discover the reason for the excitement. He looked at Calliope a bit puzzled. Something about her was distinctly familiar. He had to find out her identity. As Calliope, walked off the stage, the man leaped out of his chair and elbowed his way through the crowd to reach her.
Satine was waiting to question Calliope off-stage.
"Who was that gorgeous man that had you so distracted, ma cher?"
Calliope was speechless. Her mind was racing at lightspeed. She never thought that he would come here. What must he be thinking of her? She would be so devastated if he admonished her.
In the next moment, the man had reached her. He grabbed Calliope by the arm and spun her about to face him.
"Miss," he said as he caught his breath.
Calliope turned and looked into his eyes. Her heart suddenly sunk into her stomach. It was him. She never thought she would see him again, and now he has found her in the Devil's den.
The young man was shocked. Slowly, he came back to his senses. He could barely speak. He finally managed to force the sound out of his throat.
"Calliope?"