Christian and Toulouse sat at a table in the Moulin Rouge. Christian had his head in his hands...and he was thinking deeply. He had just sat through hundreds of auditions. Sure, he chose the lesser characters in the production, but he still had three left. Himself, Satine, and the Duke. Of course, he allowed Toulouse to play the magical satire and of course, Toulouse. He picked a witchy bitch to play Nini, whom he still hated. He picked a real nice BIG guy to Harold Zidler, and a wonderful little lady to play Marie. Everything was coming together perfectly.
Toulouse and him spent days cleaning up the Moulin Rouge, and it looked truly beautiful. Just like his beautiful Satine. For the first time as long as he could remember, he was happy. Of course, he wished Satine was with him, but nothing can change the fact that she is dead.
"Christian?" He heard in a faraway voice. "Christian? Wake up!" He opened his eyes to see Toulouse staring at him. Christian brushed his hair out of his eyes and rubbed them. When his eye sight adjusted, he realized it was night. How long had he been sleeping?
"Wew?" Toulouse said expectedly. "Who wiw pway you, Satine, and Duke?" I sighed deeply. "I don't know my friend, I will have to sleep on it. Let's go get some sleep, and notify the chosen for the other parts tomorrow."
Even though Christian told Toulouse he hadn't decided who would play himself, he had already figured it out. He, Christian, would play himself. For that was the only way he could be sure nothing would screw up this production. The narcoleptic Argentinean would play the Duke. He felt it fit perfectly! The ass made a fool of Christian with Nini...even though Nini provoked him. He still trembled at that night. He could not, and would not let it go. That was the night when Satine nearly ran away with him. Toulouse explained the situation later to Christian. The fact that Satine was hurting him to save him. It does sound harsh, but Christian would actually still welcome the fact of being murdered, just so he could be with his love. "No," he told himself, "I have to make a wonderful legend of Satine here, before I leave this world. Even if it's the last thing I do!!!"
He sat on his bed, the same bed that Satine had sat on many times. He could still feel her body pressed up against his, the firmness of her breasts, and the feel of her touch on him. He promised himself never to love anyone else again. And he wouldn't. He would just love Satine every night, in his mind.
Christian sighed deeply, rested his head on his pillow, and closed his eyes for another dream filled night of his beauty Satine and the love they shared. Yes, he would play himself. But who....who would play the wonderful Satine? That was the last thought through his mind as his body went into the state of sleep.
Toulouse and him spent days cleaning up the Moulin Rouge, and it looked truly beautiful. Just like his beautiful Satine. For the first time as long as he could remember, he was happy. Of course, he wished Satine was with him, but nothing can change the fact that she is dead.
"Christian?" He heard in a faraway voice. "Christian? Wake up!" He opened his eyes to see Toulouse staring at him. Christian brushed his hair out of his eyes and rubbed them. When his eye sight adjusted, he realized it was night. How long had he been sleeping?
"Wew?" Toulouse said expectedly. "Who wiw pway you, Satine, and Duke?" I sighed deeply. "I don't know my friend, I will have to sleep on it. Let's go get some sleep, and notify the chosen for the other parts tomorrow."
Even though Christian told Toulouse he hadn't decided who would play himself, he had already figured it out. He, Christian, would play himself. For that was the only way he could be sure nothing would screw up this production. The narcoleptic Argentinean would play the Duke. He felt it fit perfectly! The ass made a fool of Christian with Nini...even though Nini provoked him. He still trembled at that night. He could not, and would not let it go. That was the night when Satine nearly ran away with him. Toulouse explained the situation later to Christian. The fact that Satine was hurting him to save him. It does sound harsh, but Christian would actually still welcome the fact of being murdered, just so he could be with his love. "No," he told himself, "I have to make a wonderful legend of Satine here, before I leave this world. Even if it's the last thing I do!!!"
He sat on his bed, the same bed that Satine had sat on many times. He could still feel her body pressed up against his, the firmness of her breasts, and the feel of her touch on him. He promised himself never to love anyone else again. And he wouldn't. He would just love Satine every night, in his mind.
Christian sighed deeply, rested his head on his pillow, and closed his eyes for another dream filled night of his beauty Satine and the love they shared. Yes, he would play himself. But who....who would play the wonderful Satine? That was the last thought through his mind as his body went into the state of sleep.