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 relatively early for the rehearsal, because I didn't want to be late. I kissed Christian's hand as I crept out of the apartment and onto the streets of Paris, finding my way to the theatre. I don't think the thought occurred to me that I would finally be an actress, because I didn't feel nervous at all.
I walked into the theatre, and everyone greeted me so kindly! We started a read-through to get familiar with the play, and then worked on blocking the first act. The man who played Eric was very kind and helped me out with the aspects of acting I never learned from when I was in a school play back home. From the looks of things, the play was going to be very good, and it seemed a lot like a twisted version of Romeo and Juliet, except for the jealousy part. Either way, it was going to be a fun play to be in, and it would be something to put on my resume, should I decide to pursue my acting career.
"Hey, Satine, I need to talk to you," the director motioned me over. "I looked over the script your boyfriend gave me, and I thought it was a superb play! Our company has decided to produce your play if you and the writer audition. After all, you two know the story best, after performing in a less upscale version."
My eyes went wide and my heart beat fast. I was finally given the chance to be in a story almost mirroring our love for each other. The only difference was the story ended and ours was still continuing.
"I will be happy to tell Christian this. He will be very ecstatic to hear such news! Thank you, Monsieur Rebeaux. ((A/N: I don't know French, or anything about French, so this looks like a cool name…and that is that!))
I skipped back home after rehearsal and floated into our apartment. Christian was going over the lyrics to my song by adding music behind it, and figuring out where it would go into the song.
"Christian…I have something to tell you!" I really just wanted to blurt everything else, but best contain myself first.
"You're back, how did rehearsal go?" Christian asked, looking up from the typewriter. "I liked your song, by the way. Works very well in the play!"
"That's what I needed to tell you…Christian, Monsieur Rebeaux and Actors, INC. want to produce our play!" I nearly screamed that last part out.
Christian had the same reaction: his eyes went wide and his heart beat fast. "My play…in a real theatre?"
I nodded, which hurt my head greatly, and for the moment, I had actually forgotten about my wound when I went to hug him. "He wants us to audition for the parts!"
This was too much for Christian. He collapsed on the bed and laughed. A knock on the door broke his laughter spell, and I went to the door, making sure the chain lock was on while opening the door a crack and asking who was there.
"Telegram for a Monsieur Christian and a Mademoiselle Satine," the man at the door said.
I opened the door and took the telegram. It was from Toulouse!
It read:
Dear Satine and Christian,
Christian! It is good to hear from you again! Monmartre hasn't been the same since you left. The Moulin Rouge is about to be torn down for good since Satine left, and the bohemians are still thinking of a new play that a new nightclub in town might like. Nini got to be a star for a few nights, but because of her ego, many men just stopped coming. Zidler is angry that he lost the business, but he is becoming an actor, so it isn't that bad. He says you inspired him to become an actor, so you can be thankful that Nini is alive because of you. That is all the more interesting news here. Tell me about your life in Paris! Is it really romantic there? Have you seen the Eiffel Tower? How is Satine? I think we might leave Monmartre soon, and if so would it be all right if I visit you in Paris and maybe get an apartment there? I hope so; I miss you, old friend! Your friend,
Toulouse
This news greatly saddened me. The Moulin Rouge was going to be torn down, and many women would lose their only hope in life and their only job…and it was all because I left! I felt really guilty, but I knew that there was not much more I could do, because I had to leave before I ended up staying there for good. I knew that there would always be a place in my heart where I would wish I was back at the windmill, but the rest of my heart will always be glad I left.
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 relatively early for the rehearsal, because I didn't want to be late. I kissed Christian's hand as I crept out of the apartment and onto the streets of Paris, finding my way to the theatre. I don't think the thought occurred to me that I would finally be an actress, because I didn't feel nervous at all.
I walked into the theatre, and everyone greeted me so kindly! We started a read-through to get familiar with the play, and then worked on blocking the first act. The man who played Eric was very kind and helped me out with the aspects of acting I never learned from when I was in a school play back home. From the looks of things, the play was going to be very good, and it seemed a lot like a twisted version of Romeo and Juliet, except for the jealousy part. Either way, it was going to be a fun play to be in, and it would be something to put on my resume, should I decide to pursue my acting career.
"Hey, Satine, I need to talk to you," the director motioned me over. "I looked over the script your boyfriend gave me, and I thought it was a superb play! Our company has decided to produce your play if you and the writer audition. After all, you two know the story best, after performing in a less upscale version."
My eyes went wide and my heart beat fast. I was finally given the chance to be in a story almost mirroring our love for each other. The only difference was the story ended and ours was still continuing.
"I will be happy to tell Christian this. He will be very ecstatic to hear such news! Thank you, Monsieur Rebeaux. ((A/N: I don't know French, or anything about French, so this looks like a cool name…and that is that!))
I skipped back home after rehearsal and floated into our apartment. Christian was going over the lyrics to my song by adding music behind it, and figuring out where it would go into the song.
"Christian…I have something to tell you!" I really just wanted to blurt everything else, but best contain myself first.
"You're back, how did rehearsal go?" Christian asked, looking up from the typewriter. "I liked your song, by the way. Works very well in the play!"
"That's what I needed to tell you…Christian, Monsieur Rebeaux and Actors, INC. want to produce our play!" I nearly screamed that last part out.
Christian had the same reaction: his eyes went wide and his heart beat fast. "My play…in a real theatre?"
I nodded, which hurt my head greatly, and for the moment, I had actually forgotten about my wound when I went to hug him. "He wants us to audition for the parts!"
This was too much for Christian. He collapsed on the bed and laughed. A knock on the door broke his laughter spell, and I went to the door, making sure the chain lock was on while opening the door a crack and asking who was there.
"Telegram for a Monsieur Christian and a Mademoiselle Satine," the man at the door said.
I opened the door and took the telegram. It was from Toulouse!
It read:
Dear Satine and Christian,
Christian! It is good to hear from you again! Monmartre hasn't been the same since you left. The Moulin Rouge is about to be torn down for good since Satine left, and the bohemians are still thinking of a new play that a new nightclub in town might like. Nini got to be a star for a few nights, but because of her ego, many men just stopped coming. Zidler is angry that he lost the business, but he is becoming an actor, so it isn't that bad. He says you inspired him to become an actor, so you can be thankful that Nini is alive because of you. That is all the more interesting news here. Tell me about your life in Paris! Is it really romantic there? Have you seen the Eiffel Tower? How is Satine? I think we might leave Monmartre soon, and if so would it be all right if I visit you in Paris and maybe get an apartment there? I hope so; I miss you, old friend! Your friend,
Toulouse
This news greatly saddened me. The Moulin Rouge was going to be torn down, and many women would lose their only hope in life and their only job…and it was all because I left! I felt really guilty, but I knew that there was not much more I could do, because I had to leave before I ended up staying there for good. I knew that there would always be a place in my heart where I would wish I was back at the windmill, but the rest of my heart will always be glad I left.