After chit-chatting into the wee hours of the morning with Satine, the three girls eventually nodded off. Due to the fact that their eyes were closed and Kara was snoring rather loudly, they neither saw nor heard Satine sneak out of her dressing room.
When the three awoke a few hours later, they wore identical grins on their faces.
"I can't believe we actually stayed up all night talking to SATINE!" exclaimed Madi.
"This is chunk," contributed Kara. "But I think she was getting a little suspicious of Hannah here, who would NOT STOP DROOLING over her SOULMATE."
"Well, I'm sorr-EE!" Hannah exclaimed, annoyed. "I can't HELP it!"
"You guys," Madi said miserably, "She's so sweet! I think if we let her-well...you know what I mean-now, I would be even more scarred for life than I already was!"
"We definitely have to find out how to go back to the future somehow," Kara agreed with a nod.
"You know what?" Hannah said.
"What?"
"This would make a really awesome fanfiction."
~*~
After lounging about for another half hour or so, the girls went on a quick raid of Satine's closet and wrapped themselves into assorted robes, then crept out to the dance hall, only to witness something so many Moulin Rouge-obsessed fanfiction writers had merely dreamt of.
"It's the deleted scene from the Stars introduction!" cried Hannah in delight.
Indeed, it was-Satine and Christian were dancing around the hall, lost in each other's eyes.
"This is getting better by the SECOND!" Madi declared.
"Aww!" the three girls cooed in joy at the beautiful fluffiness of it all as Christian planted a kiss on Satine's cheek and she dissolved into giggles.
"WHY did they not include deleted scenes on the DVD?" moaned Hannah.
Just as Kara was about to reply, the doors swung open and "My sweet, are you here?" rang throughout the dance hall.
"Duke alert!" Madi exclaimed.
"Lemme at 'im!" Hannah growled angrily. "Just lemme at 'im, and I'll-"
"Shut UP!" snapped Kara, who was watching Satine and Christian anxiously. To their relief, Christian slipped out of sight just in time, and Satine, clutching his hand, followed him.
Which left three positively murderous anti-frog-squishing fanfiction writers alone in the room with the man who, along with consumption, destroyed a perfectly beautiful relationship.
Not a good combination.
"You frog-squishing MORON!" shrieked Hannah, who would have said something much worse if she wasn't the perfect little angel she was.
Not a good combination at all.
"Excuse me?" the Duke asked stuffily.
"I don't think that's happened yet," Madi hissed to Hannah.
"Whoopsies," Hannah whispered back meekly. She turned back to the Duke and proclaimed, "Well, I hate you anyway."
"Who are you?" the Duke asked, mouth twitching in true Duke fashion.
"Who we are is of no importance to you," Hannah exclaimed, ala James Bond. "The only thing you should know is to be afraid-VERY afraid."
"Who ARE you?" the Duke repeated. A vein in his forehead was beginning to throb, and combined with his floppy hair, wretched teeth, Britney-ish voice, twitching mouth and all-around ugliness, Hannah decided it would be wisest to stop.
"We're friends of Satine's," she said casually.
"My diamond keeps friends like...you?" he asked in disgust.
"She's not YOURS, bud-"
Madi shoved her friend aside, then said, "Yeah...excuse her, she's a bit...overworked."
"So I've noticed," the Duke sneered. "Now, I must see Satine."
"Oh yeah," Kara drawled. "'Cause I'm sure she can't wait to see you."
"Precisely," the Duke nodded, missing every ounce of sarcasm (and there was quite a lot to miss, mind you).
"Uh...we'll go...tell her you're here," Madi said, grabbing Hannah's arm and dragging her back to Satine's dressing room. However, the Duke (being the idiot he is) followed, Kara looking very disgusted as she walked next to him.
"So, DEAR DUKE," Hannah started, shouting out the last two words.
"Dear, my ass," Kara muttered.
"Are you enjoying Montmartre?" Madi finished, elbowing Kara in the stomach as the Duke eyed her questioningly.
"Hardly," the Duke sniffed. "It's a village of sin filled with trash. Minus my Satine, of course."
"Someone HAS to tell this guy that you can't own people," Madi whispered to Hannah and Kara, who nodded in agreement.
"So, DUKE," Madi started again. This time, Satine and Christian seemed to get the message, and the three girls heard a lot of panicked rustling coming from inside the room.
"I really must see Satine," the Duke interrupted, trying to lean past the three girls and open the door, then failing miserably.
"So," Kara said awkwardly.
"I MUST see Satine!" the Duke repeated, trying to get past them again. "She must miss me horribly."
"Oh yes," Madi said, "Because...er...Hannah!"
Hannah gave Madi a dirty look, then said, expression filled with self-loathing, "Because you're so...charming and...handsome and...hot and...stuff."
"Hot?" the Duke asked, wrinkling his nose at her.
"Never mind," Kara said quickly, "But it was a compliment."
"Ohh, I see," the Duke said, turning and studying Hannah. "Well, I'm not going to fall for your desperate attempts to try to get on my good side again. I know that I have an amazing effect on women, but please, don't embarrass yourself and me as well. Just keep your feelings to yourself, no matter how hard it seems to be."
"I think I can manage," Hannah said dryly.
"Well, then-"
"Come in, Dear Duke!" Satine called from her dressing room.
Deciding the coast was clear, the three girls moved away. As soon as the door closed behind the Duke, Hannah let out a shriek of disgust.
"Ew, ew, ew, ew, EW!" she cried. "That was THE MOST disgusting thing I have EVER said in my ENTIRE life!"
"I can believe it," Madi said, disgusted. "He's even more revolting in person."
"And to think I never thought that possible," sighed Kara.
"At least we missed 'it's a little bit fun-nay, this feeling inside'," Hannah said gratefully.
Madi nodded.
"I think I would REALLY need therapy then."
When the three awoke a few hours later, they wore identical grins on their faces.
"I can't believe we actually stayed up all night talking to SATINE!" exclaimed Madi.
"This is chunk," contributed Kara. "But I think she was getting a little suspicious of Hannah here, who would NOT STOP DROOLING over her SOULMATE."
"Well, I'm sorr-EE!" Hannah exclaimed, annoyed. "I can't HELP it!"
"You guys," Madi said miserably, "She's so sweet! I think if we let her-well...you know what I mean-now, I would be even more scarred for life than I already was!"
"We definitely have to find out how to go back to the future somehow," Kara agreed with a nod.
"You know what?" Hannah said.
"What?"
"This would make a really awesome fanfiction."
~*~
After lounging about for another half hour or so, the girls went on a quick raid of Satine's closet and wrapped themselves into assorted robes, then crept out to the dance hall, only to witness something so many Moulin Rouge-obsessed fanfiction writers had merely dreamt of.
"It's the deleted scene from the Stars introduction!" cried Hannah in delight.
Indeed, it was-Satine and Christian were dancing around the hall, lost in each other's eyes.
"This is getting better by the SECOND!" Madi declared.
"Aww!" the three girls cooed in joy at the beautiful fluffiness of it all as Christian planted a kiss on Satine's cheek and she dissolved into giggles.
"WHY did they not include deleted scenes on the DVD?" moaned Hannah.
Just as Kara was about to reply, the doors swung open and "My sweet, are you here?" rang throughout the dance hall.
"Duke alert!" Madi exclaimed.
"Lemme at 'im!" Hannah growled angrily. "Just lemme at 'im, and I'll-"
"Shut UP!" snapped Kara, who was watching Satine and Christian anxiously. To their relief, Christian slipped out of sight just in time, and Satine, clutching his hand, followed him.
Which left three positively murderous anti-frog-squishing fanfiction writers alone in the room with the man who, along with consumption, destroyed a perfectly beautiful relationship.
Not a good combination.
"You frog-squishing MORON!" shrieked Hannah, who would have said something much worse if she wasn't the perfect little angel she was.
Not a good combination at all.
"Excuse me?" the Duke asked stuffily.
"I don't think that's happened yet," Madi hissed to Hannah.
"Whoopsies," Hannah whispered back meekly. She turned back to the Duke and proclaimed, "Well, I hate you anyway."
"Who are you?" the Duke asked, mouth twitching in true Duke fashion.
"Who we are is of no importance to you," Hannah exclaimed, ala James Bond. "The only thing you should know is to be afraid-VERY afraid."
"Who ARE you?" the Duke repeated. A vein in his forehead was beginning to throb, and combined with his floppy hair, wretched teeth, Britney-ish voice, twitching mouth and all-around ugliness, Hannah decided it would be wisest to stop.
"We're friends of Satine's," she said casually.
"My diamond keeps friends like...you?" he asked in disgust.
"She's not YOURS, bud-"
Madi shoved her friend aside, then said, "Yeah...excuse her, she's a bit...overworked."
"So I've noticed," the Duke sneered. "Now, I must see Satine."
"Oh yeah," Kara drawled. "'Cause I'm sure she can't wait to see you."
"Precisely," the Duke nodded, missing every ounce of sarcasm (and there was quite a lot to miss, mind you).
"Uh...we'll go...tell her you're here," Madi said, grabbing Hannah's arm and dragging her back to Satine's dressing room. However, the Duke (being the idiot he is) followed, Kara looking very disgusted as she walked next to him.
"So, DEAR DUKE," Hannah started, shouting out the last two words.
"Dear, my ass," Kara muttered.
"Are you enjoying Montmartre?" Madi finished, elbowing Kara in the stomach as the Duke eyed her questioningly.
"Hardly," the Duke sniffed. "It's a village of sin filled with trash. Minus my Satine, of course."
"Someone HAS to tell this guy that you can't own people," Madi whispered to Hannah and Kara, who nodded in agreement.
"So, DUKE," Madi started again. This time, Satine and Christian seemed to get the message, and the three girls heard a lot of panicked rustling coming from inside the room.
"I really must see Satine," the Duke interrupted, trying to lean past the three girls and open the door, then failing miserably.
"So," Kara said awkwardly.
"I MUST see Satine!" the Duke repeated, trying to get past them again. "She must miss me horribly."
"Oh yes," Madi said, "Because...er...Hannah!"
Hannah gave Madi a dirty look, then said, expression filled with self-loathing, "Because you're so...charming and...handsome and...hot and...stuff."
"Hot?" the Duke asked, wrinkling his nose at her.
"Never mind," Kara said quickly, "But it was a compliment."
"Ohh, I see," the Duke said, turning and studying Hannah. "Well, I'm not going to fall for your desperate attempts to try to get on my good side again. I know that I have an amazing effect on women, but please, don't embarrass yourself and me as well. Just keep your feelings to yourself, no matter how hard it seems to be."
"I think I can manage," Hannah said dryly.
"Well, then-"
"Come in, Dear Duke!" Satine called from her dressing room.
Deciding the coast was clear, the three girls moved away. As soon as the door closed behind the Duke, Hannah let out a shriek of disgust.
"Ew, ew, ew, ew, EW!" she cried. "That was THE MOST disgusting thing I have EVER said in my ENTIRE life!"
"I can believe it," Madi said, disgusted. "He's even more revolting in person."
"And to think I never thought that possible," sighed Kara.
"At least we missed 'it's a little bit fun-nay, this feeling inside'," Hannah said gratefully.
Madi nodded.
"I think I would REALLY need therapy then."