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! The song belongs to The Beatles, and is "I Feel Fine." It's a very lovely song :D
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I woke up the light tapping on the keyboard and I saw Christian typing away. He looked like he just got up, and when I looked at the clock; I saw that it read "7 AM." It was an hour until I had to get to the theatre, so I rushed around to get my clothes, makeup, and everything set. I didn't want to make a bad impression so early in the rehearsing. I kissed Christian on the cheek and ran out the door. I don't think he noticed me leave!
"Hello, Satine," the man who played Eric, who I found out to be Peter, said. "You're a little bit early, but we can rehearse that scene that's been giving us problems.
I cringed, because the scene that gave us the most problems was the scene where he had to kiss me. He always got too into it, and I had to be the one to pull away before it got too rough. I noticed that there was no one there yet, and I cursed this.
"Alright, start from your line," I said.
"Julia, I thought you loved me!" he said, trying to look sad. He was having too much fun with this, and looked more happy than sad.
"I do! I don't know what could have made you believe I didn't…" I looked down at the ground, trying to mimic the movements Monsieur Rebeaux taught me to do yesterday.
"I saw you with someone else!" Peter said. His voice filled the auditorium.
"What you saw was your imagination. I love you; that's all that matters!" I said, and walked over to him.
"Really?" Peter asked. He took my hand, kissed it, and then kissed me on my lips. I knew this was just an act, but Peter's kisses just seemed too real. His grip on me tightened and I couldn't pull my mouth away from his. His arms went to my clothes, as he tried to rip them off. It seemed that I was a magnet for abuse. Why did I have to seem so weak that anyone could take advantage of me?
Luckily, Monsieur Rebeaux walked in and he yelled at Peter. Rebeaux quickly fired Peter for his abuses and I was free of this pain.
"I'm sorry you had to go through that experience," Rebeaux said. "I knew Peter had a problem, but I didn't know it was that bad."
"It's all right…I'm not hurt," I lied.
"Don't worry, you won't ever have to see him again," Rebeaux said. "We're having the understudy play him from now on."
This news struck joy in my heart. The understudy was John Rhysden, an Englishman who moved to France. He was so sweet and, even though I could tell he had a crush on me, he didn't have the same lust Peter seemed to have for me.
"That's great news!" I shouted. John walked inside with some of the other actors and I told him the news before anyone else could.
John grinned. "Well, it's a good thing I've been paying attention to everything," he said.
After rehearsal, John walked over to me. "Listen…I know you have a boyfriend, but I was wondering whether you wanted to go out for lunch after rehearsal tomorrow."
"As long as you don't act like Peter did, sure!" I said, laughing. "I'd love to have lunch with you," I walked back home in a dazed state. John actually respected the fact that I have a boyfriend. I made a mental note to repay him for not acting like a jerk.
When I walked into our apartment, I heard Christian singing a song. I laughed, and decided to not let him know I returned.
Christian
Baby's good to me, you know, she's happy as can be, you know,
she said so.
I'm in love with her, and I feel fine.
Baby says she's mine, you know, she tells me all the time, you know,
she said so.
I'm in love with her, and I feel fine.
I'm so glad, that she's my little girl.
She's so glad, she's telling all the world,
that here baby buys her things, you know,
he buys her diamond rings, you know,
she said so.
She's in love with me, and I feel fine, mmm.
...
Baby says she's mine, you know, she tells me all the time, you know,
she said so.
I'm in love with her and I feel fine.
I'm so glad that she's my little girl.
She's so glad, she's telling all the world,
that her baby buys her things, you know,
he buys her diamond rings, you know,
she said so.
She's in love with me, and I feel fine, mmm, mmm.
She's in love with me, and I feel fine, mmm, mmm.
When he finished singing the song, I clapped and just went all out into laughter. "That was great!" I said. "Yes…I've been telling all the world…how did you find this out?"
"Oh it was just a hunch. How did rehearsal go?" Christian asked.
"Oh…fine," I lied. I really didn't feel like telling him about Peter. "Peter was fired for not showing up, so John, the understudy, is playing Eric!"
"That's great. He's the one who likes you…Peter's the one who lusts over you…am I correct?" Christian asked.
I nodded, laughing. "You've actually been listening to me! That's a big change from my last…boyfriend," I choked out. I never talked about my life as Victoria before. It just seemed to slip out, though.
"Victoria's boyfriend, I take it…now that you're Satine, you're a completely different person. Tell me about him, I think you need some time to remember your past life," Christian said.
I went on to describe everything that happened before I jumped into Christian's life. It struck so many memories into my mind that my head hurt. I changed out of my ripped dress and into some comfortable clothes.
"How did your dress get ripped?" Christian asked.
"Oh…Rebeaux put it into the scene where Eric confronts Christian," I lied. "John just got really into it this time."
"Okay, I was just wondering."
And that was that. I never mentioned the incident with Peter again, and it disappeared from my mind.
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! The song belongs to The Beatles, and is "I Feel Fine." It's a very lovely song :D
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I woke up the light tapping on the keyboard and I saw Christian typing away. He looked like he just got up, and when I looked at the clock; I saw that it read "7 AM." It was an hour until I had to get to the theatre, so I rushed around to get my clothes, makeup, and everything set. I didn't want to make a bad impression so early in the rehearsing. I kissed Christian on the cheek and ran out the door. I don't think he noticed me leave!
"Hello, Satine," the man who played Eric, who I found out to be Peter, said. "You're a little bit early, but we can rehearse that scene that's been giving us problems.
I cringed, because the scene that gave us the most problems was the scene where he had to kiss me. He always got too into it, and I had to be the one to pull away before it got too rough. I noticed that there was no one there yet, and I cursed this.
"Alright, start from your line," I said.
"Julia, I thought you loved me!" he said, trying to look sad. He was having too much fun with this, and looked more happy than sad.
"I do! I don't know what could have made you believe I didn't…" I looked down at the ground, trying to mimic the movements Monsieur Rebeaux taught me to do yesterday.
"I saw you with someone else!" Peter said. His voice filled the auditorium.
"What you saw was your imagination. I love you; that's all that matters!" I said, and walked over to him.
"Really?" Peter asked. He took my hand, kissed it, and then kissed me on my lips. I knew this was just an act, but Peter's kisses just seemed too real. His grip on me tightened and I couldn't pull my mouth away from his. His arms went to my clothes, as he tried to rip them off. It seemed that I was a magnet for abuse. Why did I have to seem so weak that anyone could take advantage of me?
Luckily, Monsieur Rebeaux walked in and he yelled at Peter. Rebeaux quickly fired Peter for his abuses and I was free of this pain.
"I'm sorry you had to go through that experience," Rebeaux said. "I knew Peter had a problem, but I didn't know it was that bad."
"It's all right…I'm not hurt," I lied.
"Don't worry, you won't ever have to see him again," Rebeaux said. "We're having the understudy play him from now on."
This news struck joy in my heart. The understudy was John Rhysden, an Englishman who moved to France. He was so sweet and, even though I could tell he had a crush on me, he didn't have the same lust Peter seemed to have for me.
"That's great news!" I shouted. John walked inside with some of the other actors and I told him the news before anyone else could.
John grinned. "Well, it's a good thing I've been paying attention to everything," he said.
After rehearsal, John walked over to me. "Listen…I know you have a boyfriend, but I was wondering whether you wanted to go out for lunch after rehearsal tomorrow."
"As long as you don't act like Peter did, sure!" I said, laughing. "I'd love to have lunch with you," I walked back home in a dazed state. John actually respected the fact that I have a boyfriend. I made a mental note to repay him for not acting like a jerk.
When I walked into our apartment, I heard Christian singing a song. I laughed, and decided to not let him know I returned.
Christian
Baby's good to me, you know, she's happy as can be, you know,
she said so.
I'm in love with her, and I feel fine.
Baby says she's mine, you know, she tells me all the time, you know,
she said so.
I'm in love with her, and I feel fine.
I'm so glad, that she's my little girl.
She's so glad, she's telling all the world,
that here baby buys her things, you know,
he buys her diamond rings, you know,
she said so.
She's in love with me, and I feel fine, mmm.
...
Baby says she's mine, you know, she tells me all the time, you know,
she said so.
I'm in love with her and I feel fine.
I'm so glad that she's my little girl.
She's so glad, she's telling all the world,
that her baby buys her things, you know,
he buys her diamond rings, you know,
she said so.
She's in love with me, and I feel fine, mmm, mmm.
She's in love with me, and I feel fine, mmm, mmm.
When he finished singing the song, I clapped and just went all out into laughter. "That was great!" I said. "Yes…I've been telling all the world…how did you find this out?"
"Oh it was just a hunch. How did rehearsal go?" Christian asked.
"Oh…fine," I lied. I really didn't feel like telling him about Peter. "Peter was fired for not showing up, so John, the understudy, is playing Eric!"
"That's great. He's the one who likes you…Peter's the one who lusts over you…am I correct?" Christian asked.
I nodded, laughing. "You've actually been listening to me! That's a big change from my last…boyfriend," I choked out. I never talked about my life as Victoria before. It just seemed to slip out, though.
"Victoria's boyfriend, I take it…now that you're Satine, you're a completely different person. Tell me about him, I think you need some time to remember your past life," Christian said.
I went on to describe everything that happened before I jumped into Christian's life. It struck so many memories into my mind that my head hurt. I changed out of my ripped dress and into some comfortable clothes.
"How did your dress get ripped?" Christian asked.
"Oh…Rebeaux put it into the scene where Eric confronts Christian," I lied. "John just got really into it this time."
"Okay, I was just wondering."
And that was that. I never mentioned the incident with Peter again, and it disappeared from my mind.