Chapter 2
Madeline was sobbing. How could this had happened to her? It was only hours ago that she and Anthony had left her grandmothers warm, cozy house, but it seemed like days. She looked into this man's face. Harold Zidler. He was the man who neglected to tell Satine, her mother, that she was dying before it was to late. Her beautiful eyes were clouded with hate. She so wanted to be with her mother. She had it all planned. She would walk into the Moulin Rouge, march up to her mother, and give her the longest hug that she had ever experienced. But instead, Zidler had sat Anthony and Madeline down, and told them the whole story. Satine had broken the rule, she had fallen in love with a penniless writer who believed in the bohemian ideals of truth, beauty, freedom, and love. She had been "sold" to the Duke (this had outraged Madeline, she was an early feminist, and believed that woman had the right to choose who to fall in love with) who had been driven insane with jealousy, Satine had to hurt Christian, "Hurt him to save him," as Zidler had said. But, on opening night, they had joined each other once more, and that is when it happened. Satine died of consumption. And she probably wasn't thinking of me and Anthony, thought Madleline.
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Wow. Zidler could not believed what had happened. He ran over what he had said in his head.
"Madeline, Anthony, I will become your legal guardian. Christian has moved away, so, well........follow me."
And now they were standing in a shabby room with two double beds. And Madeline was chatting happily with Nini and Marie, and Anthony, still looking quite flushed, kept thanking Zidler, as if he was stuck on the phrase "Thank you".
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That night, in hushed voices, Madeline and Anthony discussed what had happened to them that night. Something Madeline had said stuck in Anthony's head.
"Nini sounds like she has the most glamorous life," she said.
"She gets paid for looking beautiful, and....ya know,"she covered her mouth and giggled.
"But still, what a great life! Singing and dancing and looking beautiful....I want to be a courtesan!"
"Madleine, the life of a courtesan is not proper for some one who is only fifteen!" Anthony said, shaking his head.
"If you take the life of a courtesan, you will never be able to marry or have children, and the life of a courtesan is one that is filled with danger...I would worry to much about you."
Madeline smiled, and flopped back on her pillow. But as she lay in her bed that night, listening to the shouts of men and booming music, she decided that tommorow she would talk to Zidler about training...training to be a courtesan.
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please review, and i'll try to get in one chapter a night!
Madeline was sobbing. How could this had happened to her? It was only hours ago that she and Anthony had left her grandmothers warm, cozy house, but it seemed like days. She looked into this man's face. Harold Zidler. He was the man who neglected to tell Satine, her mother, that she was dying before it was to late. Her beautiful eyes were clouded with hate. She so wanted to be with her mother. She had it all planned. She would walk into the Moulin Rouge, march up to her mother, and give her the longest hug that she had ever experienced. But instead, Zidler had sat Anthony and Madeline down, and told them the whole story. Satine had broken the rule, she had fallen in love with a penniless writer who believed in the bohemian ideals of truth, beauty, freedom, and love. She had been "sold" to the Duke (this had outraged Madeline, she was an early feminist, and believed that woman had the right to choose who to fall in love with) who had been driven insane with jealousy, Satine had to hurt Christian, "Hurt him to save him," as Zidler had said. But, on opening night, they had joined each other once more, and that is when it happened. Satine died of consumption. And she probably wasn't thinking of me and Anthony, thought Madleline.
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Wow. Zidler could not believed what had happened. He ran over what he had said in his head.
"Madeline, Anthony, I will become your legal guardian. Christian has moved away, so, well........follow me."
And now they were standing in a shabby room with two double beds. And Madeline was chatting happily with Nini and Marie, and Anthony, still looking quite flushed, kept thanking Zidler, as if he was stuck on the phrase "Thank you".
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That night, in hushed voices, Madeline and Anthony discussed what had happened to them that night. Something Madeline had said stuck in Anthony's head.
"Nini sounds like she has the most glamorous life," she said.
"She gets paid for looking beautiful, and....ya know,"she covered her mouth and giggled.
"But still, what a great life! Singing and dancing and looking beautiful....I want to be a courtesan!"
"Madleine, the life of a courtesan is not proper for some one who is only fifteen!" Anthony said, shaking his head.
"If you take the life of a courtesan, you will never be able to marry or have children, and the life of a courtesan is one that is filled with danger...I would worry to much about you."
Madeline smiled, and flopped back on her pillow. But as she lay in her bed that night, listening to the shouts of men and booming music, she decided that tommorow she would talk to Zidler about training...training to be a courtesan.
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please review, and i'll try to get in one chapter a night!