" I never thought I would see the Moulin Rouge like this." Diana said as she gazed up at the crumbling theatre. "At least that damned Duke sold it to me cheap."
She to walked into the once glorious hall and was remembering the Moulin Rouge at the height of its glory and was determined to return it to that.
Diana had many things to do to achieve this goal, find and retain Zidler, dancers. Actors, carpenters and seamstresses, the Bohos, and of course the oh so talented writer, Satine's Christian.
Zidler was the easiest for her to acquire. She found him in a bar, drowning his life in liquor.
"Harold Zidler?"
"Who wants to know?"
"You don't remember me, do you? Think back about ten years."
Zidler looked at this well-bred woman in front of him with the hint of an Irish brogue in her voice.
"Diana?"
"You remember."
"Now I do. You were the dearest friend of my sparrow, Satine."
"Yes." She saw the pain in him upon recalling that memory.
"I have bought the Moulin Rouge and I want to reopen it but I can't do that without your help. You and I would be partners, but I would be the majority holder."
"How did you manage to get it away from the Duke?"
"He sold it cheap. He really didn't want it."
Zidler thought about it and agreed to her terms, even though he wasn't thrilled about being below someone in something that he owned just a few months ago. It was then his job to find all the other displaced members of the Moulin Rouge.
"Get everyone back, except for Nini. I remember far too well what a pain she could be," Diana requested.
Zidler agreed and went on his way gathering everyone up. Diana then hired the workers to repair the Rouge. They had to work all hours to get everything ready for the reopening in one month.
~~~~MORE TO COME~~~~~
