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! Woohoo another Beatles song! (Because it fit too well hehe) This time it's "We Can Work It Out." Enjoy!
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It took a while for me to memorize my lines, but eventually I rattled them off as if I had been doing this play forever. It began to go even farther downhill when John came down with an illness.
"Who are we going to get to be his understudy? He WAS the understudy!" Rebeaux said.
"Maybe I can stand in for today," one of the people with the smaller roles said.
"No, we need someone else. Satine, do you think your writer boyfriend would be able to stand in?" Rebeaux asked.
"His name's Christian," I said. "I'll ask him…but you might want to have someone else in mind, in case he's too busy."
"Great. For now, Steven please stand in," Rebeaux said. "Continue with Act II, scene iv. Start with Satine's line."
We continued with the play and Rebeaux said I remembered all of my lines and blocking so well that I could have the rest of the day off! It was the greatest feeling to know that you've made a great achievement.
I walked into the apartment and heard the clicking of the typewriter keys. "Hey Christian, I'm home," I said.
"Satine, darling, how did the rehearsal go?" he asked.
"Fine. Listen, are you doing anything tomorrow…besides writing our story?" I asked.
"No, I don't think so. Why?" Christian asked.
"Well, John got sick…he needs an understudy," I said. "Please say you'll stand in for him!"
"Well…I guess I can take a break from the writing for a day, or however long it takes. How long is it until the show opens again?" he asked.
"One week…" I said meekly.
"One week for me to memorize lines and blocking?? Are you crazy?" he asked.
"No! You can do it…besides when you rehearsed lines with me, you must have remembered some of them," I said.
"Well…I guess I memorized the first act pretty much…but the second act?"
"I'll help you, don't worry. Besides, together we have better charisma on stage than I do with John," I said, and kissed him. "This will work out, I promise."
Once again a song entered my brain, so I decided to sing it. It was the easier way of letting out my feelings, and it helped me understand why Christian and Satine always sang to each other.
Try to see it my way,
do I have to keep on talking till I can't go on?
While you see it your way,
run the risk of knowing that our love may soon be gone.
We can work it out,
we can work it out.
Think of what you're saying,
you can get it wrong and still you think that it's all right.
Think of what I'm saying,
we can work it out and get it straight, or say good night.
We can work it out,
we can work it out.
Life is very short, and there's no time,
for fussing and fighting my friend.
I have always thought, that it's a crime,
so I will ask you, once, again.
Try to see it my way,
only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong.
While you see it your way,
there's a chance that we may fall apart before too long.
We can work it out,
we can work it out.
Life is very short, and there's no time,
for fussing and fighting my friend.
I have always thought, that it's a crime,
so I will ask you, once, again.
Try to see it my way,
only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong.
While you see it your way.
there's a chance that we may fall apart before too long.
We can work it out,
we can work it out.
The rest of the evening was spent rehearsing lines and eating dinner. I cooked a nice meal for once, and Christian said it was delicious! It made me very happy.
"Well, I'm going to go to bed. Continue working on the story, if you wish. But, before long you will have that finished, and we will be working on our play!" I said, laughing.
Little did I know what Christian had planned before the play would be produced. I would be quite surprised.
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! Woohoo another Beatles song! (Because it fit too well hehe) This time it's "We Can Work It Out." Enjoy!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
It took a while for me to memorize my lines, but eventually I rattled them off as if I had been doing this play forever. It began to go even farther downhill when John came down with an illness.
"Who are we going to get to be his understudy? He WAS the understudy!" Rebeaux said.
"Maybe I can stand in for today," one of the people with the smaller roles said.
"No, we need someone else. Satine, do you think your writer boyfriend would be able to stand in?" Rebeaux asked.
"His name's Christian," I said. "I'll ask him…but you might want to have someone else in mind, in case he's too busy."
"Great. For now, Steven please stand in," Rebeaux said. "Continue with Act II, scene iv. Start with Satine's line."
We continued with the play and Rebeaux said I remembered all of my lines and blocking so well that I could have the rest of the day off! It was the greatest feeling to know that you've made a great achievement.
I walked into the apartment and heard the clicking of the typewriter keys. "Hey Christian, I'm home," I said.
"Satine, darling, how did the rehearsal go?" he asked.
"Fine. Listen, are you doing anything tomorrow…besides writing our story?" I asked.
"No, I don't think so. Why?" Christian asked.
"Well, John got sick…he needs an understudy," I said. "Please say you'll stand in for him!"
"Well…I guess I can take a break from the writing for a day, or however long it takes. How long is it until the show opens again?" he asked.
"One week…" I said meekly.
"One week for me to memorize lines and blocking?? Are you crazy?" he asked.
"No! You can do it…besides when you rehearsed lines with me, you must have remembered some of them," I said.
"Well…I guess I memorized the first act pretty much…but the second act?"
"I'll help you, don't worry. Besides, together we have better charisma on stage than I do with John," I said, and kissed him. "This will work out, I promise."
Once again a song entered my brain, so I decided to sing it. It was the easier way of letting out my feelings, and it helped me understand why Christian and Satine always sang to each other.
Try to see it my way,
do I have to keep on talking till I can't go on?
While you see it your way,
run the risk of knowing that our love may soon be gone.
We can work it out,
we can work it out.
Think of what you're saying,
you can get it wrong and still you think that it's all right.
Think of what I'm saying,
we can work it out and get it straight, or say good night.
We can work it out,
we can work it out.
Life is very short, and there's no time,
for fussing and fighting my friend.
I have always thought, that it's a crime,
so I will ask you, once, again.
Try to see it my way,
only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong.
While you see it your way,
there's a chance that we may fall apart before too long.
We can work it out,
we can work it out.
Life is very short, and there's no time,
for fussing and fighting my friend.
I have always thought, that it's a crime,
so I will ask you, once, again.
Try to see it my way,
only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong.
While you see it your way.
there's a chance that we may fall apart before too long.
We can work it out,
we can work it out.
The rest of the evening was spent rehearsing lines and eating dinner. I cooked a nice meal for once, and Christian said it was delicious! It made me very happy.
"Well, I'm going to go to bed. Continue working on the story, if you wish. But, before long you will have that finished, and we will be working on our play!" I said, laughing.
Little did I know what Christian had planned before the play would be produced. I would be quite surprised.