Lonely Star
By: Brown-Eyes
Disclaimer- I do not own any of these characters, not even my love, Christian ::sobs::
Summary- This is my alternate ending to Moulin Rouge. It's like what if Christian never went to Satine on opening night of Spectacular Spectacular!
Note- Italics stand for Christian singing. Hehe...
Song Note- I used Madonna's Take A Bow (Which I think would have been prefect for the movie!) I didn't use the whole song in this chapter, but I will use the rest of the song in the next one. I will take up where I left off.
"I am the Hindu Courtesan and I choose the Maharaja, that's the way the story really ends."
Those words haunted Christian. They played over and over breaking his heart all over again. Satine had left him. Left him for that money hungry scumbag.... the Duke.
She had used him. Made him her own little puppet. Dragged him along making him believe that she loved him. Making a fool out of him in front of all the citizens of Paris. Then broke his naive heart once she got bored of this silly game.
Take a bow, the night is over
This masquerade is getting older
Light are low, the curtains down
There's no one here.
It had seemed so real. Every kiss....every glaze....every word of undying love from Satine had felt so real. So very....very real. But no. It was an act. All dirty scheming lies put on by a "one-of-kind" actress. She was truly a great actress.
Say your lines but do you feel them
Do you mean what you say when there's no one around
Watching you, watching me, one lonely star
Christian looked around his flat in despair. Everything their...it all oozed of Satine. Of the "love" they had shared. All mocking him from the shadows. Laughing at his bleeding heart.
The loudest laugh of all was coming from the manuscript of "Spectacular! Spectacular!" that lay on his desk. It had been an ode of his love for her. He poured his heart into every word, every song...so it would be perfect for her. He wrote it no be a symbol of their everlasting love. But it had only turned out to be the complete opposite of what he had intended. It became a symbol of heartbreak....and eternal pain.
In a fit of rage Christian stormed to his desk snatching the script up. It was a thing of evil....a thing of pain. Running to the little stove in the corner of the room, he threw is only copy of the play into the fire. He stood there and watched his work turn to dust. Hoping the agony would go away. Hoping the pain of loosing Satine would go away. But it didn't.
"I hate you Satine...I hate you..." he yelled as his body sunk down to the floor. Those words were a lie and he knew it. Christian wanted to hate Satine. He wanted to hate her so much it almost physical hurt. But he couldn't. He couldn't hate her. No....he was cursed to love a woman who would never love him in return.
I've always been in love with you
I guess you've always known it's true
You took my love for granted, why oh why?
The show is over, say good-bye
Say good-bye, say good-bye
"I can't....I can't stay here anymore.....I need to get away....away from her..." Christian muttered to himself. He needed to leave Montmarte.....he needed to leave Paris. His poor heart wouldn't be able to take see Satine with the Duke. He could bear to see his slimly hands all over his beloved...to see Satine smile and be happy with another man...for her to be in love the Duke and not him...that was just more than Christian could bear.
Make them laugh, it comes so easy
When you get to the part
Where you're breaking my heart
Hide behind your smile, all the world loves a clown
So the broken-hearted writer began to pack. He shoved all of his belongings into his small carpetbag. He hands just threw things into the bag not even giving a second thought to their well being. But he could care less...if he stayed in this dreadful place much longer he would surely die.
Finally when all was packed Christian grabbed his all his belongings and headed for the door. Then he froze. "My typewriter...I've forgotten my typewriter." Christian looked back to his desk to see his typewriter, his most prized possession sitting on the small table. He waited to lunge for it. Grab it and hold it in his arms. But instead he just sighed and said, "That typewriter is a ghost of the past....a foolish childhood notion. And I am no longer a child...no...I am a broken man." With out another hesitation, Christian closed the door on his flat for the last time.
Wish you well, I cannot stay
You deserve an award for the role that you played
No more masquerade, you're one lonely star
Author Note- Ah....guys don't be mad at me for not updating Fly Fly Away: Satine's Story. I'm just having a major case of writes block with that story. And what can I say...it's so hard for me to write Moulin Rouge fiction without having Christian in it. He is my muse...so I had to write a story about him cause well...I love him. Haha......I hope you guys like it.
I will have the rest of "Take a Bow" in the next chapter! I promise!
By: Brown-Eyes
Disclaimer- I do not own any of these characters, not even my love, Christian ::sobs::
Summary- This is my alternate ending to Moulin Rouge. It's like what if Christian never went to Satine on opening night of Spectacular Spectacular!
Note- Italics stand for Christian singing. Hehe...
Song Note- I used Madonna's Take A Bow (Which I think would have been prefect for the movie!) I didn't use the whole song in this chapter, but I will use the rest of the song in the next one. I will take up where I left off.
"I am the Hindu Courtesan and I choose the Maharaja, that's the way the story really ends."
Those words haunted Christian. They played over and over breaking his heart all over again. Satine had left him. Left him for that money hungry scumbag.... the Duke.
She had used him. Made him her own little puppet. Dragged him along making him believe that she loved him. Making a fool out of him in front of all the citizens of Paris. Then broke his naive heart once she got bored of this silly game.
Take a bow, the night is over
This masquerade is getting older
Light are low, the curtains down
There's no one here.
It had seemed so real. Every kiss....every glaze....every word of undying love from Satine had felt so real. So very....very real. But no. It was an act. All dirty scheming lies put on by a "one-of-kind" actress. She was truly a great actress.
Say your lines but do you feel them
Do you mean what you say when there's no one around
Watching you, watching me, one lonely star
Christian looked around his flat in despair. Everything their...it all oozed of Satine. Of the "love" they had shared. All mocking him from the shadows. Laughing at his bleeding heart.
The loudest laugh of all was coming from the manuscript of "Spectacular! Spectacular!" that lay on his desk. It had been an ode of his love for her. He poured his heart into every word, every song...so it would be perfect for her. He wrote it no be a symbol of their everlasting love. But it had only turned out to be the complete opposite of what he had intended. It became a symbol of heartbreak....and eternal pain.
In a fit of rage Christian stormed to his desk snatching the script up. It was a thing of evil....a thing of pain. Running to the little stove in the corner of the room, he threw is only copy of the play into the fire. He stood there and watched his work turn to dust. Hoping the agony would go away. Hoping the pain of loosing Satine would go away. But it didn't.
"I hate you Satine...I hate you..." he yelled as his body sunk down to the floor. Those words were a lie and he knew it. Christian wanted to hate Satine. He wanted to hate her so much it almost physical hurt. But he couldn't. He couldn't hate her. No....he was cursed to love a woman who would never love him in return.
I've always been in love with you
I guess you've always known it's true
You took my love for granted, why oh why?
The show is over, say good-bye
Say good-bye, say good-bye
"I can't....I can't stay here anymore.....I need to get away....away from her..." Christian muttered to himself. He needed to leave Montmarte.....he needed to leave Paris. His poor heart wouldn't be able to take see Satine with the Duke. He could bear to see his slimly hands all over his beloved...to see Satine smile and be happy with another man...for her to be in love the Duke and not him...that was just more than Christian could bear.
Make them laugh, it comes so easy
When you get to the part
Where you're breaking my heart
Hide behind your smile, all the world loves a clown
So the broken-hearted writer began to pack. He shoved all of his belongings into his small carpetbag. He hands just threw things into the bag not even giving a second thought to their well being. But he could care less...if he stayed in this dreadful place much longer he would surely die.
Finally when all was packed Christian grabbed his all his belongings and headed for the door. Then he froze. "My typewriter...I've forgotten my typewriter." Christian looked back to his desk to see his typewriter, his most prized possession sitting on the small table. He waited to lunge for it. Grab it and hold it in his arms. But instead he just sighed and said, "That typewriter is a ghost of the past....a foolish childhood notion. And I am no longer a child...no...I am a broken man." With out another hesitation, Christian closed the door on his flat for the last time.
Wish you well, I cannot stay
You deserve an award for the role that you played
No more masquerade, you're one lonely star
Author Note- Ah....guys don't be mad at me for not updating Fly Fly Away: Satine's Story. I'm just having a major case of writes block with that story. And what can I say...it's so hard for me to write Moulin Rouge fiction without having Christian in it. He is my muse...so I had to write a story about him cause well...I love him. Haha......I hope you guys like it.
I will have the rest of "Take a Bow" in the next chapter! I promise!