Chapter Seven
Christian's story
Jade rushed after Alex, how had taken a different path out of the club grounds then
Christian and Peter had taken. "Alex! Alex wait!" Jade cried as she caught up with him. She
grabbed him by the shoulders to make him stop walking. "Listen." She commanded. "Peter and I
future marriage is arranged, I don't love him. I don't even like him." Jade began.
Alex just stared at her. "What makes me think that you like me?" Alex asked;
it was a stupid question, he knew.
Jade leaned forward and kissed Alex passionately on the lips. She broke the
kiss and looked at him. "I like you, you're so much more different then Peter; I just met you
and already I know that you're smart and funny and everything else, I don't know anything
about Peter." Jade said.
Alex looked into Jade's eyes and kissed her; he broke the kiss
and looked at her. "What about Peter? What are you going to tell him, you can't break an
arranged marriage." Alex said.
Jade smiled mischievously. "I don't have to tell him anything; we can
be like the sitar player and singer, romancing right under the Maharaja's nose." Jade said.
To show he liked Jade's plan, Alex kissed Jade again. She wrapped her
arms around his neck and kissed back.
Later that night, Jade had finished singing the "Sparkling Diamond" song. Even though the party at the club was still going on, Roxanne, Alex and Jade were backstage talking about the upcoming show. Jade leaned again the wall -they were all seating on her bed- and sighed.
"What's wrong?" Alex asked.
"I don't know, for some reason I'm worried about Christian. Have you
seen him since he showed Peter his room?" Jade asked.
Both of her friends shook their heads. "Do you think he left? Since
Peter's here and all." Roxanne asked.
Jade shook her head. "No, he wouldn't leave like that. It's not like him."
She answered.
"I'm sure he'll turn up." Roxanne said, making Christian sound like a
lost button.
Jade sighed and laid her head on Alex's shoulder. "I'm sure you're right
but I can't shake this feeling. I have to find him because there's something I need to ask
him." Jade said.
She lifted her head and -ducking her head- got off the bed. Roxanne and
Alex did the same. "Do you want us to help you?" Roxanne asked.
Jade shrugged. "You don't have too." She said. She walked toward the door that she came in the
first night she was at the Moulin Rouge and left. Roxanne and Alex looked at each other.
Outside, Jade looked around; she knew Christian wasn't in the
club so he had to be outside somewhere. "Christian!" She called, looking around. She passed
the red mill; she noticed that the light inside the "elephant" was on. Jade headed toward
the "elephant" climbed the stairs to get to the room with the light on. When she got to the
room, no one was inside, the light was on however. Jade looked around, she had been sure
Christian was in here. To her left, she noticed that there were stairs probably leading up
to the top of the "elephant". She began to climb the stairs, which wrapped around the side
of the "elephant"; when she got to the top she could see Christian standing at the edge of
the "elephant", lost in thought.
"Christian?" Jade whispered, taking a few steps forward.
Surprised, Christian spun around to face his niece. "What are you
doing up here?" She asked, noticing that Christian's eyes were brimming with tears.
"Thinking, why are you here?" Christian asked, sitting down upon the
back of the "elephant's" neck.
"Looking for you, there's something I need to ask you." Jade answered.
Christian nodded and looked out into the city; from the "elephant" they could see the Eiffel
Tower.
"Why do you hate the Moulin Rouge? Is it because of something my father
said?" Jade asked.
Christian turned back to face Jade. "I'm sure Harold or someone else
has told you about the 'Sparkling Diamond'." Christian said.
Jade nodded. "Her real name was Satine; I'm sure he told you about the
poet that she fell in love with." Christian continued. Jade nodded again. "Two years ago I
came to the Moulin Rouge to be part of the Bohemian Revolution; to write about truth, beauty
, freedom and love." Christian said, looking at Jade.
"Why didn't you tell me? I never knew that you came here, to the Moulin
Rouge. What happened while you were here?" Jade asked.
"I was to write the show Spectacular Spectacular but in order to do that
I had to convince Satine...
So that she would insist to Zilder that I write Spectacular Spectacular. My
"new friends" Toulouse and his friends were to dress me up in their best suit so that I
would make the right impression for Satine. In the club that night, she mistook me for the
Duke -who was to invest in the show. Later, we were together in the "elephant", I had no idea
that she thought I was the Duke; she had no idea I wasn't the Duke.
"I'm in love, I'm in love with a young handsome, talented Duke." Satine said.
"Duke? I'm not a Duke." I replied.
"Not a Duke?" She said, confused.
"I'm a writer." I answered.
She was furious about her mistake and went to leave but standing there was the Duke. She
hid me while to convinced the Duke to leave. Satine was sick, however, so she often would
collapse. Once the Duke left, she was still furious but collapsed. The Duke came back and
Satine had to convince him that we were rehearsing for Spectacular Spectacular; luckily
Toulouse and the others happened to be spying and came to back up Satine's story. We
convinced the Duke to invest in the show. Satine and I fell in love; the next day, the Duke
said he would invest if Satine would be his only. He made Harold give him the deeds to the
Moulin Rouge. Satine and I had to hide our love but Harold found out. I wrote a song called
"Come What May"
"When ever you sing it, or whistle it, or hum it it'll remind you." I told her. We put the
song in the show but the Duke soon found out that Satine and I were in love. To change his
mind, Satine told him she would have dinner with him; she managed to convince him that our love with just an infatuation but then she remembered our song and couldn't convince him any more. She and I decided to run away from the Moulin Rouge; I sent her to pack her stuff. Harold told Satine that if she didn't stop seeing me then the Duke would have me killed.
"I don't need you anymore! I'm going away from you, away from the Duke, away from the
Moulin Rouge!" Satine had said.
"You're dying Satine." Harold had told her.
"I'm dying..."
Harold convinced Satine to make me believe that she didn't love me.
"I'm staying with the Duke. After I left you he came to me and offered me everything;
everything I'd ever dreamed of. There was only one condition I must never see you again."
Satine told me.
"What? What about what we said last night? Tell me the truth!" I said.
"The truth is I am the Hindi Goddess and I chose the Maharaja." She said and then left. I
couldn't bare it; I returned to the Moulin Rouge to make sure she meant what she said. I
posed as the sitar player and furiously threw money at her feet.
"This woman is yours now; I've paid my whore. I owe you nothing, and you are nothing to me.
Thank you for curing my of my ridicules obsession with love." I sobbed and left her, lying
on the stage.
"Come what may." She sang. "Listen to my heart can't you hear it sing 'Come back to me and
forgive everything!' I love you, until the end of time. "
"Come what may!" I sang back.
"I will love you until my dying day!" We sang together on stage.
After the show was over and the curtain dropped, we embraced and kissed. She collapsed.
"Darling, what's the matter? Darling what's the matter?" I asked her, noticing that she was
coughing up blood.
"I'm dying; I'm sorry Christian. Tell our story Christian, that way I'll always be with you."
She told me. "You must go on."
"Can't go on without you though." I sobbed.
"Come what may." She said.
She died in my arms; I never returned to the Moulin Rouge
Christian finished his story, tears falling down his cheeks. Jade had
tears in her eyes as well; they sat in silence, neither one saying anything or knowing
what to say.
"I sorry Christian." Jade whispered.
Christian looked at her. "I understand how important the show is to you.
The show must go on. I'll understand if you want to stay." Christian said.
"I can't stay, I can't make you stay. Not now.." Jade said, looking out at the town, not
wanting to look at Christian.
"I must go on, like Satine wanted me too. I will stay at the Moulin Rouge
with you until you are reading to return home." Christian said.
Together, they sat in silence on the "elephant", staring out past the
city and into the night sky.
Christian's story
Jade rushed after Alex, how had taken a different path out of the club grounds then
Christian and Peter had taken. "Alex! Alex wait!" Jade cried as she caught up with him. She
grabbed him by the shoulders to make him stop walking. "Listen." She commanded. "Peter and I
future marriage is arranged, I don't love him. I don't even like him." Jade began.
Alex just stared at her. "What makes me think that you like me?" Alex asked;
it was a stupid question, he knew.
Jade leaned forward and kissed Alex passionately on the lips. She broke the
kiss and looked at him. "I like you, you're so much more different then Peter; I just met you
and already I know that you're smart and funny and everything else, I don't know anything
about Peter." Jade said.
Alex looked into Jade's eyes and kissed her; he broke the kiss
and looked at her. "What about Peter? What are you going to tell him, you can't break an
arranged marriage." Alex said.
Jade smiled mischievously. "I don't have to tell him anything; we can
be like the sitar player and singer, romancing right under the Maharaja's nose." Jade said.
To show he liked Jade's plan, Alex kissed Jade again. She wrapped her
arms around his neck and kissed back.
Later that night, Jade had finished singing the "Sparkling Diamond" song. Even though the party at the club was still going on, Roxanne, Alex and Jade were backstage talking about the upcoming show. Jade leaned again the wall -they were all seating on her bed- and sighed.
"What's wrong?" Alex asked.
"I don't know, for some reason I'm worried about Christian. Have you
seen him since he showed Peter his room?" Jade asked.
Both of her friends shook their heads. "Do you think he left? Since
Peter's here and all." Roxanne asked.
Jade shook her head. "No, he wouldn't leave like that. It's not like him."
She answered.
"I'm sure he'll turn up." Roxanne said, making Christian sound like a
lost button.
Jade sighed and laid her head on Alex's shoulder. "I'm sure you're right
but I can't shake this feeling. I have to find him because there's something I need to ask
him." Jade said.
She lifted her head and -ducking her head- got off the bed. Roxanne and
Alex did the same. "Do you want us to help you?" Roxanne asked.
Jade shrugged. "You don't have too." She said. She walked toward the door that she came in the
first night she was at the Moulin Rouge and left. Roxanne and Alex looked at each other.
Outside, Jade looked around; she knew Christian wasn't in the
club so he had to be outside somewhere. "Christian!" She called, looking around. She passed
the red mill; she noticed that the light inside the "elephant" was on. Jade headed toward
the "elephant" climbed the stairs to get to the room with the light on. When she got to the
room, no one was inside, the light was on however. Jade looked around, she had been sure
Christian was in here. To her left, she noticed that there were stairs probably leading up
to the top of the "elephant". She began to climb the stairs, which wrapped around the side
of the "elephant"; when she got to the top she could see Christian standing at the edge of
the "elephant", lost in thought.
"Christian?" Jade whispered, taking a few steps forward.
Surprised, Christian spun around to face his niece. "What are you
doing up here?" She asked, noticing that Christian's eyes were brimming with tears.
"Thinking, why are you here?" Christian asked, sitting down upon the
back of the "elephant's" neck.
"Looking for you, there's something I need to ask you." Jade answered.
Christian nodded and looked out into the city; from the "elephant" they could see the Eiffel
Tower.
"Why do you hate the Moulin Rouge? Is it because of something my father
said?" Jade asked.
Christian turned back to face Jade. "I'm sure Harold or someone else
has told you about the 'Sparkling Diamond'." Christian said.
Jade nodded. "Her real name was Satine; I'm sure he told you about the
poet that she fell in love with." Christian continued. Jade nodded again. "Two years ago I
came to the Moulin Rouge to be part of the Bohemian Revolution; to write about truth, beauty
, freedom and love." Christian said, looking at Jade.
"Why didn't you tell me? I never knew that you came here, to the Moulin
Rouge. What happened while you were here?" Jade asked.
"I was to write the show Spectacular Spectacular but in order to do that
I had to convince Satine...
So that she would insist to Zilder that I write Spectacular Spectacular. My
"new friends" Toulouse and his friends were to dress me up in their best suit so that I
would make the right impression for Satine. In the club that night, she mistook me for the
Duke -who was to invest in the show. Later, we were together in the "elephant", I had no idea
that she thought I was the Duke; she had no idea I wasn't the Duke.
"I'm in love, I'm in love with a young handsome, talented Duke." Satine said.
"Duke? I'm not a Duke." I replied.
"Not a Duke?" She said, confused.
"I'm a writer." I answered.
She was furious about her mistake and went to leave but standing there was the Duke. She
hid me while to convinced the Duke to leave. Satine was sick, however, so she often would
collapse. Once the Duke left, she was still furious but collapsed. The Duke came back and
Satine had to convince him that we were rehearsing for Spectacular Spectacular; luckily
Toulouse and the others happened to be spying and came to back up Satine's story. We
convinced the Duke to invest in the show. Satine and I fell in love; the next day, the Duke
said he would invest if Satine would be his only. He made Harold give him the deeds to the
Moulin Rouge. Satine and I had to hide our love but Harold found out. I wrote a song called
"Come What May"
"When ever you sing it, or whistle it, or hum it it'll remind you." I told her. We put the
song in the show but the Duke soon found out that Satine and I were in love. To change his
mind, Satine told him she would have dinner with him; she managed to convince him that our love with just an infatuation but then she remembered our song and couldn't convince him any more. She and I decided to run away from the Moulin Rouge; I sent her to pack her stuff. Harold told Satine that if she didn't stop seeing me then the Duke would have me killed.
"I don't need you anymore! I'm going away from you, away from the Duke, away from the
Moulin Rouge!" Satine had said.
"You're dying Satine." Harold had told her.
"I'm dying..."
Harold convinced Satine to make me believe that she didn't love me.
"I'm staying with the Duke. After I left you he came to me and offered me everything;
everything I'd ever dreamed of. There was only one condition I must never see you again."
Satine told me.
"What? What about what we said last night? Tell me the truth!" I said.
"The truth is I am the Hindi Goddess and I chose the Maharaja." She said and then left. I
couldn't bare it; I returned to the Moulin Rouge to make sure she meant what she said. I
posed as the sitar player and furiously threw money at her feet.
"This woman is yours now; I've paid my whore. I owe you nothing, and you are nothing to me.
Thank you for curing my of my ridicules obsession with love." I sobbed and left her, lying
on the stage.
"Come what may." She sang. "Listen to my heart can't you hear it sing 'Come back to me and
forgive everything!' I love you, until the end of time. "
"Come what may!" I sang back.
"I will love you until my dying day!" We sang together on stage.
After the show was over and the curtain dropped, we embraced and kissed. She collapsed.
"Darling, what's the matter? Darling what's the matter?" I asked her, noticing that she was
coughing up blood.
"I'm dying; I'm sorry Christian. Tell our story Christian, that way I'll always be with you."
She told me. "You must go on."
"Can't go on without you though." I sobbed.
"Come what may." She said.
She died in my arms; I never returned to the Moulin Rouge
Christian finished his story, tears falling down his cheeks. Jade had
tears in her eyes as well; they sat in silence, neither one saying anything or knowing
what to say.
"I sorry Christian." Jade whispered.
Christian looked at her. "I understand how important the show is to you.
The show must go on. I'll understand if you want to stay." Christian said.
"I can't stay, I can't make you stay. Not now.." Jade said, looking out at the town, not
wanting to look at Christian.
"I must go on, like Satine wanted me too. I will stay at the Moulin Rouge
with you until you are reading to return home." Christian said.
Together, they sat in silence on the "elephant", staring out past the
city and into the night sky.