Title: A Better Life
Author: Sparkling Diamond Satine
Summary: A girl faces her drunken stepfather, who tries to abuse her. When she is hit by a car, she is given a second chance by being reborn in Satine, who has just died by Christian's side. ((I got this idea when my stepfather called me "incredibly hot" and then stumbled down the stairs...so this is trying to boost my spirits))
Rating: PG-13 for prostitute references. It's pretty much self- explanatory.
Disclaimer: I do not own Christian, Satine, or any other character in the Moulin Rouge. Sorry if I confused anyone, I didn't mean to, but my idea just came really quickly! The song is original, and I think I'm going to take away the premonition thing now that she's been stabbed, because it's too weird. Unless, of course, you guys protest!
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I woke up with a note laid on top of me. Christian had fallen asleep at his desk, and had finished the note for me. He just wanted me to read it over and make sure it was good. It read:
Dear Toulouse,
It is Christian, your old friend! Satine and I just wished to know what was happening back in Monmarte. We were wondering whether you have gotten any more plays written. How are things back in the Moulin Rouge? Is it still up and running? Has Nini become the new star? Please tell me everything! I want to know. Always and forever friends,
Christian & Satine
I laughed because it was perfect! It had everything I wanted to know about asked, and more! It was simply perfect.
I walked over to Christian's typewriter and silently picked it up away from his sleeping body, and brought it to the bed. I typed out a note for Christian and quickly put on a dress that would cover my wound and would still be suitable for street clothing in Paris. My note read:
Christian-
I went out for a walk. Don't worry, I'll be quite careful. Be back in about a half hour. Feel free to eat breakfast without me. Your one and only love,
Satine
I ripped the piece of paper out of the typewriter, put that in front of his face, and replaced the typewriter. I walked out of the apartment building and felt the fresh autumn Paris air in my face. The breeze was not chilly enough to make me shiver, but it was not too warm that it would make me sweat. It was in between, and so comfortable, that if it weren't for my shoes, I would walk around the streets for hours.
I didn't bring any cash, so I just looked into the windows of stores and made a mental list of everything I wanted. All the dresses in the windows, even down to the little knick-knacks a child would want. It was the perfect day to just walk around and pretend to be someone you're not, but have no reason for playing this game.
I returned back to the apartment and found Christian had left me a note, which read:
Dearest Satine,
I hope you have been very careful. I hate to leave you alone, but I shall make this very easy. I'm not coming back to the apartment until 11 am exactly. If someone knocks anytime before that, it shan't be me. But, if in case I have to return, I shall knock 3 times and say, "Come what may" which will mean that it is I. I'm just trying to prevent something evil from happening. Well, goodbye love. I'll see you soon. Yours alone,
Christian
He probably went out for breakfast, so I took the liberty of trying out the typewriter while he wasn't home. I didn't want to waste too much paper, so I tried my best at writing a story for the play. I entitled it "If I Had Everything."
You gave me love,
From high above.
And that was the best
Thing that ever happened to me.
No matter what happens,
I will always love you,
Through the best times,
And through the worst times.
Chorus
Because if I had everything,
I would still have you.
And if I had everything,
What matters most is you.
If I had everything,
Oh if I had everything,
It wouldn't be as nice
As having just you.
Oh baby, you know
That I love you so
Much that I can't hide
The love I have.
You gave me everything I needed
Even without the money to buy,
Because money can't buy me love
No, no, no, money can't buy me love!
((A/N: This begins in its own tune, and ends with "Can't Buy Me Love" by the Beatles))
I left the song on top of the desk and walked over to the closet. I picked out a dress for tomorrow, which would begin my long rehearsal with the Actors, Inc. Playhouse. I couldn't wait; this would finally be my big break! I would become an actress. This was both Satine's and my dream. Dreams can come true, after all.
Author: Sparkling Diamond Satine
Summary: A girl faces her drunken stepfather, who tries to abuse her. When she is hit by a car, she is given a second chance by being reborn in Satine, who has just died by Christian's side. ((I got this idea when my stepfather called me "incredibly hot" and then stumbled down the stairs...so this is trying to boost my spirits))
Rating: PG-13 for prostitute references. It's pretty much self- explanatory.
Disclaimer: I do not own Christian, Satine, or any other character in the Moulin Rouge. Sorry if I confused anyone, I didn't mean to, but my idea just came really quickly! The song is original, and I think I'm going to take away the premonition thing now that she's been stabbed, because it's too weird. Unless, of course, you guys protest!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I woke up with a note laid on top of me. Christian had fallen asleep at his desk, and had finished the note for me. He just wanted me to read it over and make sure it was good. It read:
Dear Toulouse,
It is Christian, your old friend! Satine and I just wished to know what was happening back in Monmarte. We were wondering whether you have gotten any more plays written. How are things back in the Moulin Rouge? Is it still up and running? Has Nini become the new star? Please tell me everything! I want to know. Always and forever friends,
Christian & Satine
I laughed because it was perfect! It had everything I wanted to know about asked, and more! It was simply perfect.
I walked over to Christian's typewriter and silently picked it up away from his sleeping body, and brought it to the bed. I typed out a note for Christian and quickly put on a dress that would cover my wound and would still be suitable for street clothing in Paris. My note read:
Christian-
I went out for a walk. Don't worry, I'll be quite careful. Be back in about a half hour. Feel free to eat breakfast without me. Your one and only love,
Satine
I ripped the piece of paper out of the typewriter, put that in front of his face, and replaced the typewriter. I walked out of the apartment building and felt the fresh autumn Paris air in my face. The breeze was not chilly enough to make me shiver, but it was not too warm that it would make me sweat. It was in between, and so comfortable, that if it weren't for my shoes, I would walk around the streets for hours.
I didn't bring any cash, so I just looked into the windows of stores and made a mental list of everything I wanted. All the dresses in the windows, even down to the little knick-knacks a child would want. It was the perfect day to just walk around and pretend to be someone you're not, but have no reason for playing this game.
I returned back to the apartment and found Christian had left me a note, which read:
Dearest Satine,
I hope you have been very careful. I hate to leave you alone, but I shall make this very easy. I'm not coming back to the apartment until 11 am exactly. If someone knocks anytime before that, it shan't be me. But, if in case I have to return, I shall knock 3 times and say, "Come what may" which will mean that it is I. I'm just trying to prevent something evil from happening. Well, goodbye love. I'll see you soon. Yours alone,
Christian
He probably went out for breakfast, so I took the liberty of trying out the typewriter while he wasn't home. I didn't want to waste too much paper, so I tried my best at writing a story for the play. I entitled it "If I Had Everything."
You gave me love,
From high above.
And that was the best
Thing that ever happened to me.
No matter what happens,
I will always love you,
Through the best times,
And through the worst times.
Chorus
Because if I had everything,
I would still have you.
And if I had everything,
What matters most is you.
If I had everything,
Oh if I had everything,
It wouldn't be as nice
As having just you.
Oh baby, you know
That I love you so
Much that I can't hide
The love I have.
You gave me everything I needed
Even without the money to buy,
Because money can't buy me love
No, no, no, money can't buy me love!
((A/N: This begins in its own tune, and ends with "Can't Buy Me Love" by the Beatles))
I left the song on top of the desk and walked over to the closet. I picked out a dress for tomorrow, which would begin my long rehearsal with the Actors, Inc. Playhouse. I couldn't wait; this would finally be my big break! I would become an actress. This was both Satine's and my dream. Dreams can come true, after all.