"Good luck." She whispered.
The band began to play. The room was filled with smiling faces. Satine, dressed in green and red, was lowered from the balcony on a giant red sley. The ropes carrying in were wrapped in silver and gold paper. As the hudge sledge landed on the centre stage, green and red lights began to shine. Satine, her heart beating heavily inside her chest, walked onto the platform.
Just as Satine was about to fininsh her number, she noticed a handsom young man walk through the doors of the Moulin. Most men who visited were old, but this man could be no older than 20. She faltered. What was her line.
"Because that's - that's - when those louses go back - umm- to their - spouses? Diamonds are a girls best friend!"
The croud erupted into cheers and she saw Harold in the booth in the corner wave at her.
The duke walked in through the doors of the Moulin. It was his first time in Paris and he was told by friends that this was the best place to "enjoy yourself". On the stage was a young girl, probably only about 15 years old, maybe less. Their eyes met, and she stopped singing. He smiled as she tried to remember her lines.
"Because that's - that's - when those louses go back - umm- to their - spouses? Diamonds are a girls best friend!"
Maybe she wasn't the one for him.