Disclaimer: No, I __don't__ own any of the Moulin Rouge characters except
for Michael, though if I owned Christian that would be cool. But that's off
the subject. *cough*
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I awoke to a pounding headache and groaned. It must've been the Absinthe that the Spectacular Spectacular group and I had had the night before. In any case, despite my hangover I was very happy to be alive today. Especially since I was born in 1982 and was spending time with my great-great-great-great grandfather in 1899. It took my a minute to realize what was happening, though.
"Hello? Wake up!" I heard in a rich Argentinean accent. I jumped out of my covers and looked around. Sure enough, the whole theatre troop was surrounding me.
"It seems you sleep late!" Toulouse laughed. "We've been up for a long time."
"Yes, we're about to go to the Moulin Rouge, even," Satie said. "But we'd be happy to wait for you to get dressed and all. We're in no exact hurry."
I thanked them profusely and went to go scamper into clothes. But then, I remembered—I had no other clothes!
"Um, I hate to ask you Christian----" I began,
"Need clothes? No problem." He said. We laughed, and he gave be some of him perfectly Bohemian looking clothes. It was a blue button shirt, a black and white striped vest, and some black trousers. I had always admired these types of clothes, so I was overjoyed to have these.
"I will have to thank you later." I said. "I'll get new clothes as soon as possible!"
And so, after me getting dressed, we set off to the Moulin Rouge. I couldn't believe it! I was actually going to the infamous Red Windmill!
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"And who might this be?" Harold Ziddler questioned as he looked me over.
"Allow me to introduce Michael, the new assistant to me for Spectacular Spectacular!" The Doctor said. I bowed and shook his hand.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Monsieur Ziddler. And who might this beautiful diamond next to you be?" I said, beckoning to the pale, red headed beauty standing next to him. I, of course, knew this was Satine but I needed to play along.
"This is Mademoiselle Satine, the star of this show." Ziddler "explained" to me. I took her hand in mine and kissed it.
"I cannot begin to explain he pleasure of meeting you, Mademoiselle." I said to her. She seemed to be taken aback. Perhaps she was not very accoustomed to men kissing her hand when they first met her despite other places they might kiss her, I thought to myself.
"It is nice meeting you. I'm so glad you took an interest in out little performance." She said. I tried not to show my excitement at meeting the woman my great-great-great-great grandfather was destined to fall in love with, whom I would be "helping" later on.
"Well now that we're all formally introduced, let us continue practicing!" a man said walking up. I immediately recognized him as The Duke. It took all of the strength in me to keep myself from spitting on his hand. "And who might this young man me?" he said sneering at me.
"This is Michael." Christian said stiffly omitting no more information about me.
"Yes. Nice to meet you." I said in my most sweet sounding fake voice.
"Yes. Well, come Mademoiselle! We must work on your lines." The Duke said, taking her by the hand into the Gothic Tower to practice. As she left, I caught her word to Christian "See you later."
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"Chamma chamma he chamma chamma! Chamma chamma, baajare meri bendariya"
The words rang in my head as I showed The Doctor a few chemistry tricks that would create a big boom to use in this particular scene.
"You see, you take this here and add it to that there and then the smoke will build!" I explained.
"Couldn't we just use an explosive?" he questioned. I brought my hand to my head and slapped it.
"Well, we could, but then to you really want the whole audience dead?" I said.
"Um, well I guess not; no. I don't think that would be best, would it?" he coughed and then took another sip of his Absinthe. Just then I heard Christian calling to me.
"Michael! Toulouse, Satine and I are going to Toulouse's apartment to help practice Satine's lines. Want to come with us?"
"Sure!" I excitedly grabbed my things and ran off to join them.
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Christian was walking around telling them of the new script changes.
"Mad with jealousy, the Evil Maharajah forces the Hindu Courtesan to convince the Penniless Sitar Player that she doesn't love him," he said. We all gasped.
"But of course!" Toulouse said, still fixing lunch in the kitchen.
"Thank you for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love!" Christian mimicked the Argentinean, making us all fall over with laughter. "Then he flees the kingdom forever!" he said, pretending to fall off of the balcony.
"Oh no!" we all laughed.
"Oh, but a life without love, that's terrible!" Satine said from her position on the couch.
"Yes, but the magical sitar which can only tell the truth says--" he said, coming from his position on the balcony to rub noses with Satine.
"Oh, that's my part Christian!; that's my part!" Toulouse said, coming down from the kitchen.
"Then what does the magical sitar say?" I asked Toulouse. Toulouse smiled.
"The greatest thing you'll ever….um…use….forget….contract?" he stuttered. We all laughed.
"No! 'The Greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return'" Christian corrected him.
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After the rehearsal was over, Satine invited me to have lunch with her in the Moulin Rouge. So we went to one of the smaller rooms in the windmill and proceeded to have our lunch.
"You know, Christian is very fond of you." She said. "He talked about how close you two had become. In fact, he also said that if he didn't know any better he's venture to guess that the two of you were related!" At that, I almost choked on my water. But I regained my composure.
"Oh really?" he said trying to act nonchalant. We talked for a long time. For some unknown reason, I felt really close to Satine. Could I trust her with my secret?
"Um, Satine?"
"Yes Michael?"
"There's something I need to tell you…"
A/N: Like this one? Good! This is the last I'm going to do today. Maybe some tomorrow, but NO MORE TODAY! =
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I awoke to a pounding headache and groaned. It must've been the Absinthe that the Spectacular Spectacular group and I had had the night before. In any case, despite my hangover I was very happy to be alive today. Especially since I was born in 1982 and was spending time with my great-great-great-great grandfather in 1899. It took my a minute to realize what was happening, though.
"Hello? Wake up!" I heard in a rich Argentinean accent. I jumped out of my covers and looked around. Sure enough, the whole theatre troop was surrounding me.
"It seems you sleep late!" Toulouse laughed. "We've been up for a long time."
"Yes, we're about to go to the Moulin Rouge, even," Satie said. "But we'd be happy to wait for you to get dressed and all. We're in no exact hurry."
I thanked them profusely and went to go scamper into clothes. But then, I remembered—I had no other clothes!
"Um, I hate to ask you Christian----" I began,
"Need clothes? No problem." He said. We laughed, and he gave be some of him perfectly Bohemian looking clothes. It was a blue button shirt, a black and white striped vest, and some black trousers. I had always admired these types of clothes, so I was overjoyed to have these.
"I will have to thank you later." I said. "I'll get new clothes as soon as possible!"
And so, after me getting dressed, we set off to the Moulin Rouge. I couldn't believe it! I was actually going to the infamous Red Windmill!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~
"And who might this be?" Harold Ziddler questioned as he looked me over.
"Allow me to introduce Michael, the new assistant to me for Spectacular Spectacular!" The Doctor said. I bowed and shook his hand.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Monsieur Ziddler. And who might this beautiful diamond next to you be?" I said, beckoning to the pale, red headed beauty standing next to him. I, of course, knew this was Satine but I needed to play along.
"This is Mademoiselle Satine, the star of this show." Ziddler "explained" to me. I took her hand in mine and kissed it.
"I cannot begin to explain he pleasure of meeting you, Mademoiselle." I said to her. She seemed to be taken aback. Perhaps she was not very accoustomed to men kissing her hand when they first met her despite other places they might kiss her, I thought to myself.
"It is nice meeting you. I'm so glad you took an interest in out little performance." She said. I tried not to show my excitement at meeting the woman my great-great-great-great grandfather was destined to fall in love with, whom I would be "helping" later on.
"Well now that we're all formally introduced, let us continue practicing!" a man said walking up. I immediately recognized him as The Duke. It took all of the strength in me to keep myself from spitting on his hand. "And who might this young man me?" he said sneering at me.
"This is Michael." Christian said stiffly omitting no more information about me.
"Yes. Nice to meet you." I said in my most sweet sounding fake voice.
"Yes. Well, come Mademoiselle! We must work on your lines." The Duke said, taking her by the hand into the Gothic Tower to practice. As she left, I caught her word to Christian "See you later."
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"Chamma chamma he chamma chamma! Chamma chamma, baajare meri bendariya"
The words rang in my head as I showed The Doctor a few chemistry tricks that would create a big boom to use in this particular scene.
"You see, you take this here and add it to that there and then the smoke will build!" I explained.
"Couldn't we just use an explosive?" he questioned. I brought my hand to my head and slapped it.
"Well, we could, but then to you really want the whole audience dead?" I said.
"Um, well I guess not; no. I don't think that would be best, would it?" he coughed and then took another sip of his Absinthe. Just then I heard Christian calling to me.
"Michael! Toulouse, Satine and I are going to Toulouse's apartment to help practice Satine's lines. Want to come with us?"
"Sure!" I excitedly grabbed my things and ran off to join them.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~
Christian was walking around telling them of the new script changes.
"Mad with jealousy, the Evil Maharajah forces the Hindu Courtesan to convince the Penniless Sitar Player that she doesn't love him," he said. We all gasped.
"But of course!" Toulouse said, still fixing lunch in the kitchen.
"Thank you for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love!" Christian mimicked the Argentinean, making us all fall over with laughter. "Then he flees the kingdom forever!" he said, pretending to fall off of the balcony.
"Oh no!" we all laughed.
"Oh, but a life without love, that's terrible!" Satine said from her position on the couch.
"Yes, but the magical sitar which can only tell the truth says--" he said, coming from his position on the balcony to rub noses with Satine.
"Oh, that's my part Christian!; that's my part!" Toulouse said, coming down from the kitchen.
"Then what does the magical sitar say?" I asked Toulouse. Toulouse smiled.
"The greatest thing you'll ever….um…use….forget….contract?" he stuttered. We all laughed.
"No! 'The Greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return'" Christian corrected him.
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After the rehearsal was over, Satine invited me to have lunch with her in the Moulin Rouge. So we went to one of the smaller rooms in the windmill and proceeded to have our lunch.
"You know, Christian is very fond of you." She said. "He talked about how close you two had become. In fact, he also said that if he didn't know any better he's venture to guess that the two of you were related!" At that, I almost choked on my water. But I regained my composure.
"Oh really?" he said trying to act nonchalant. We talked for a long time. For some unknown reason, I felt really close to Satine. Could I trust her with my secret?
"Um, Satine?"
"Yes Michael?"
"There's something I need to tell you…"
A/N: Like this one? Good! This is the last I'm going to do today. Maybe some tomorrow, but NO MORE TODAY! =