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Ok…on with the story.
The next day there was lots of commotion going on when Elizabeth woke up. She could hear people running around and whispering and everything seemed unusually chaotic, especially since it was only 9:00 in the morning. Normally everyone was still asleep this early since they had all been up late the night before drinking a lot of absinth and the fact that most of the girls had been keeping some customer entertained most of the night.
Elizabeth herself had been up late with the handsome man who had bought her. But like so many others, before dawn even broke he was gone. Not that she cared, because all she could think of was the handsome duke Satine had danced with last night. His face had haunted her dreams, and even now that she was awake she could still his face before her.
Slowly she climbed out of bed, grabbed her rob and put it on. Then she went to open the door to see what everyone was so excited about. When she opened the door, she saw three people pass by very quickly as though they were in a hurry to get somewhere. Finally, Elizabeth managed to stop Baby Doll, and she asked her what was going on.
"Oh, it's quite exciting," Baby Doll told her, "Toulouse has gotten himself a new writer and the Duke has agreed to put up the finances for it. Harold's going to turn the Moulin Rouge into a theatre. Hurry up and get dressed, we have a meeting with him and the new writer in half an hour, and then we're going to start rehearsals."
Elizabeth thanked her, shut the door and quickly began to get dressed.
"The Moulin Rouge…a theatre?" she thought to herself. "This is wonderful. I'll finally have a chance to be a real actress in a real show. Maybe may chance to fly away is closer than I ever thought."
She finished dressing in record time, and made it to the main part of the hall just as everyone was gathering and the meeting was about to take place. Elizabeth spotted Satine near the front and was going to go greet her, when she saw that the handsome duke from last night was standing next her. Only, he wasn't dressed much like a duke, she thought. Not at all like the other man who standing on the other side of Satine. But he wasn't handsome at all. In fact he was rather creepy looking.
Oh well, she thought, I guess I find out everything cause here comes Harold.
Harold Zidler stood on the balcony where he stood every night to be MC and inform everyone of what dance was next. He called for everyone's attention and the room grew quiet to hear what he had to say.
"We've had a wonderful stroke of luck," he began, "Our dear duke has decided to invest in our new show. We are going to turn the Moulin Rouge, into a theatre!"
Everyone applauded and cheered.
"With the help of the Bohemians, 'Spectacular, Spectacular,' will be…Spectacular. Let me introduce you all to the writer, a true bohemian, our very own, Christian."
Elizabeth saw the man she thought was the duke, who was standing next to Satine, turn to face everyone and wave as they applauded.
"But, that's impossible. I thought he was the duke. He's…a writer?!" She thought to herself. "Then if he's the writer, who's the real duke?" She asked allowed to someone standing beside her.
"Don't be silly. The guy in the suit with the mustache next to Satine is the duke." They told her.
Elizabeth looked at the other man again, and the back at Christian. "But, if Christian isn't the duke, then way was Satine dancing with him last night?"
She was very confused. The only thing to do was to find her friend and ask her.
Notes: Sorry this chapter is so short. I have finals this week, so I really can't write too much the next couple of days…but I promise after Tuesday I will work on it more. If you have suggestions, please leave them. Thanks!
Ok…on with the story.
The next day there was lots of commotion going on when Elizabeth woke up. She could hear people running around and whispering and everything seemed unusually chaotic, especially since it was only 9:00 in the morning. Normally everyone was still asleep this early since they had all been up late the night before drinking a lot of absinth and the fact that most of the girls had been keeping some customer entertained most of the night.
Elizabeth herself had been up late with the handsome man who had bought her. But like so many others, before dawn even broke he was gone. Not that she cared, because all she could think of was the handsome duke Satine had danced with last night. His face had haunted her dreams, and even now that she was awake she could still his face before her.
Slowly she climbed out of bed, grabbed her rob and put it on. Then she went to open the door to see what everyone was so excited about. When she opened the door, she saw three people pass by very quickly as though they were in a hurry to get somewhere. Finally, Elizabeth managed to stop Baby Doll, and she asked her what was going on.
"Oh, it's quite exciting," Baby Doll told her, "Toulouse has gotten himself a new writer and the Duke has agreed to put up the finances for it. Harold's going to turn the Moulin Rouge into a theatre. Hurry up and get dressed, we have a meeting with him and the new writer in half an hour, and then we're going to start rehearsals."
Elizabeth thanked her, shut the door and quickly began to get dressed.
"The Moulin Rouge…a theatre?" she thought to herself. "This is wonderful. I'll finally have a chance to be a real actress in a real show. Maybe may chance to fly away is closer than I ever thought."
She finished dressing in record time, and made it to the main part of the hall just as everyone was gathering and the meeting was about to take place. Elizabeth spotted Satine near the front and was going to go greet her, when she saw that the handsome duke from last night was standing next her. Only, he wasn't dressed much like a duke, she thought. Not at all like the other man who standing on the other side of Satine. But he wasn't handsome at all. In fact he was rather creepy looking.
Oh well, she thought, I guess I find out everything cause here comes Harold.
Harold Zidler stood on the balcony where he stood every night to be MC and inform everyone of what dance was next. He called for everyone's attention and the room grew quiet to hear what he had to say.
"We've had a wonderful stroke of luck," he began, "Our dear duke has decided to invest in our new show. We are going to turn the Moulin Rouge, into a theatre!"
Everyone applauded and cheered.
"With the help of the Bohemians, 'Spectacular, Spectacular,' will be…Spectacular. Let me introduce you all to the writer, a true bohemian, our very own, Christian."
Elizabeth saw the man she thought was the duke, who was standing next to Satine, turn to face everyone and wave as they applauded.
"But, that's impossible. I thought he was the duke. He's…a writer?!" She thought to herself. "Then if he's the writer, who's the real duke?" She asked allowed to someone standing beside her.
"Don't be silly. The guy in the suit with the mustache next to Satine is the duke." They told her.
Elizabeth looked at the other man again, and the back at Christian. "But, if Christian isn't the duke, then way was Satine dancing with him last night?"
She was very confused. The only thing to do was to find her friend and ask her.
Notes: Sorry this chapter is so short. I have finals this week, so I really can't write too much the next couple of days…but I promise after Tuesday I will work on it more. If you have suggestions, please leave them. Thanks!