Yet again, Christian sat at his typewriter. Only this time, it was late at night and now his mood is much better than what it was earlier. He was going to see Satine again. Not in body, but in spirit. He would refurnish her home, and make it her home again. He would make it suitable for her beauty, and dedicate it to her spirit.
His mind was going wild with ideas. When he tried to close his eyes and sleep, his eyes demanded to be open so he could work to show the world his beautiful Satine. He finally decided what he was going to do. He was going to do a production of their love. Filled with the beauty they shared, the deception they had to take part in because of the duke, and her tragic death. He even decided to include the play that he wrote...because it is all part of her story.
Even though Christian sent off the story of their love to a publisher, it was still fresh in his mind....and it would always be. He would never forget the love of his dear, sexy, Satine. He even decided to put some of the graphic, steamy nights they had spent together in this production. He wanted all to see the beauty and love in their beautiful relationship. People might look at him smutty, but he didn't care. Anything and everything for the wonderful diamond she was.
He started to type. One question still nagged on his mind. "Who will play me?" he thought. "I don't want just anyone...the love that she and I shared was special...and some careless bloke might ruin it." He ran through the list in his mind. "The Argentinean? No, he's too harsh. The dwarf? NO too short!" He didn't have many other acquaintances.
He made up his mind. The next morning, he would put out an add for this production. He needed all sorts of people, including the beauty who was going to be playing Satine. With this decision, he continued to type out the beautiful love story.
Christian looked up from his typing, and was surprised to see the sun was out. The time had flown so quickly...he didn't know what happened. He did know, however, that his writing was almost done. He was at the point where Satine went to the Duke in the Gothic Tower....while everyone else waited. He decided to take a break, because lots of work had to be done.
He pulled out a clean sheet of paper, and began typing audition dates, times, and places. After he typed about 50 of them, he grabbed his cloak and hat. He walked the streets and placed them in random, strategic locations. All he had to do now, was wait.
He walked to the Moulin Rouge, and was surprised to find his dwarf friend standing and reading the advertisement.
"This wiw be spectacular!" He said. "True to the Bohemian ideaws!"
He then turned and saw Christian. "Oh Hewwo Christian! How spwendid it is for you to be here!" Christian smiled. His friend could always make him laugh with his odd pronunciations.
"Tell me my friend, can you help me with this?"
"Oh certainwy Christian! First, we need to cwean the Mouwin Rouge."
Clean....Christian hadn't thought of that. But at least his friend offered help. There was lots of work to be done, so he decided to get started. He put out his arm for his small friend and they walked inside the Moulin Rouge for an evaluation.
Christian smiled to himself. "This is for you, my beautiful Satine."
His mind was going wild with ideas. When he tried to close his eyes and sleep, his eyes demanded to be open so he could work to show the world his beautiful Satine. He finally decided what he was going to do. He was going to do a production of their love. Filled with the beauty they shared, the deception they had to take part in because of the duke, and her tragic death. He even decided to include the play that he wrote...because it is all part of her story.
Even though Christian sent off the story of their love to a publisher, it was still fresh in his mind....and it would always be. He would never forget the love of his dear, sexy, Satine. He even decided to put some of the graphic, steamy nights they had spent together in this production. He wanted all to see the beauty and love in their beautiful relationship. People might look at him smutty, but he didn't care. Anything and everything for the wonderful diamond she was.
He started to type. One question still nagged on his mind. "Who will play me?" he thought. "I don't want just anyone...the love that she and I shared was special...and some careless bloke might ruin it." He ran through the list in his mind. "The Argentinean? No, he's too harsh. The dwarf? NO too short!" He didn't have many other acquaintances.
He made up his mind. The next morning, he would put out an add for this production. He needed all sorts of people, including the beauty who was going to be playing Satine. With this decision, he continued to type out the beautiful love story.
Christian looked up from his typing, and was surprised to see the sun was out. The time had flown so quickly...he didn't know what happened. He did know, however, that his writing was almost done. He was at the point where Satine went to the Duke in the Gothic Tower....while everyone else waited. He decided to take a break, because lots of work had to be done.
He pulled out a clean sheet of paper, and began typing audition dates, times, and places. After he typed about 50 of them, he grabbed his cloak and hat. He walked the streets and placed them in random, strategic locations. All he had to do now, was wait.
He walked to the Moulin Rouge, and was surprised to find his dwarf friend standing and reading the advertisement.
"This wiw be spectacular!" He said. "True to the Bohemian ideaws!"
He then turned and saw Christian. "Oh Hewwo Christian! How spwendid it is for you to be here!" Christian smiled. His friend could always make him laugh with his odd pronunciations.
"Tell me my friend, can you help me with this?"
"Oh certainwy Christian! First, we need to cwean the Mouwin Rouge."
Clean....Christian hadn't thought of that. But at least his friend offered help. There was lots of work to be done, so he decided to get started. He put out his arm for his small friend and they walked inside the Moulin Rouge for an evaluation.
Christian smiled to himself. "This is for you, my beautiful Satine."