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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Yes, everything was perfect. I felt like I could fly! Wait a minute….I WAS flying! I grew wings and started flying around the room. It was great at first….but then I kept on going up. Up. Up. Until I reached the sun.
"Aaaaaaaaa!" I screamed as my flesh and bone were melted, singed, and burned all at once.
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I awoke in a cold sweat. The dream had been perfect, until the ending. I sighed. I was not with my lady love, holding her close. I was not with the one man in the world whose opinion I truly valued. I was on a bench in the Elephant garden.
"What the…." I mumbled as I scratched my head. Oh yes, I was talking with Satine when I must've fallen asleep. Now more depressed than ever, I sought shelter.
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"Well that was unexpected!" Toulouse laughed as we watched the rainstorm rage outside. "As I've always said, 'A Bohemian storm is brewing!'" Usually I would've laughed. But I had no joy left in me. There I was, soaked to the bone sitting on a chair in Toulouse's apartment. It was but thirty seconds after I started walking that the first long, wet droopy raindrop hit me. I looked up at the sky and was hit with a few more.
"Oh perfect." I whispered. My voice grew louder. "Just PERFECT. AND WHY NOT?" I shouted to anyone who would listen. Unbeknownst to me, a figure on a balcony not too far away had been watching.
"Well look at it this way," Toulouse called to me, noticing that I wasn't laughing. "At least you got here quick enough."
"Yes." I hoarsely whispered. Toulouse slammed the tray of food that he was holding down on the table.
"You need to shut up!" he yelled at me. I was so surprised by his sudden anger and force toward me that I couldn't do anything but open my mouth in shock.
"All my life I had trouble finding friends. Once I broke my legs and they stopped growing, it got harder! I've made few friends even now. But here you come, getting friends left and right. I envied you; a lot. Mostly for being able to make friends so easily." He took a breath, then took my hand.
"But the one thing I DON'T admire about you is how you tend to do things and get upset easily if they don't go your way. Think about Christian's point of view also. Everyone else isn't always the bad guy." He patted my hand.
"You should go talk to Christian. It'd do you a lot of good. Christian, too." I smiled. It had finally dawned on me: yes, I do need to think about others once in awhile. I hugged him and walked toward the door.
"Thank you." I said. I opened the door and started the descent to the floor below.
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I reached to knock on the door, and what a shock it was for me to find that it opened unexpectedly. There was Christian, looking rather melancholy. I gasped, and he frowned.
"You," he said through his teeth. "I don't want to see you right now." He brished past me and ran down the stairs. I choked back tears. Without realizing it, I drifted into his apartment.
I noticed a paper sticking out of the typewriter. Inside was a song. I opened it.
In a little while from now,
If I'm not feeling any less sour,
I promised myself, to treat myself,
And visit a nearby tower ..........
And climbing to the top,
will throw myself off,
In an effort to, make clear to whoever,
What it's like when you're shattered .......
Left standing in the lurch,
At a church where people saying .....
My God, that's tough, she stood him up,
No point in us remaining .......
May as well go home,
As I did on my own,
Alone again, naturally.
To think that only yesterday,
I was cheerful, bright and gay.
Looking forward to-
Who wouldn't do- the role I was about to play.
but, as if to knock me down,
Reality came around,
And without so much as a mere touch,
Cut me into little pieces.
Leaving me to doubt, Talk about God and His mercy,
Who, if He really does exist,
Why did He desert me?
And in my hour of need,
I truely am, indeed,
Alone again, naturally.
It seems to me that there are more hearts,
Broken in the world that can't be mended,
Left unattended, what do we do?
What do we do?
Looking back over the years,
And whatever else that appears.
I remember I cried when my father died,
Never wishing to hide the tears.
And at sixty-five years old,
My mother, God rest her soul,
Couldn't understand why the only man,
She had ever loved had been taken.
Leaving her to start, with a heart so badly broken,
Despite encouragement from me,
No words were ever spoken.
And when she passed away,
I cried and cried all day,
Alone again, naturally .....
Alone again ................................. naturally.
I pondered this for awhile, and then was about to leave when I noticed a closed note with "To My Darling Satine" on the outside. I knew it was wrong, but I opened it.
"Dear Satine,
After our fight this afternoon about Michael, I have lost all will to live. I'm sorry. I really am. But I have to do this."
I cried out in agony. Why? I looked out the window and noticed a shadow, a figure, on the top of the Elephant. I grabbed my coat and ran.
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Yes, everything was perfect. I felt like I could fly! Wait a minute….I WAS flying! I grew wings and started flying around the room. It was great at first….but then I kept on going up. Up. Up. Until I reached the sun.
"Aaaaaaaaa!" I screamed as my flesh and bone were melted, singed, and burned all at once.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I awoke in a cold sweat. The dream had been perfect, until the ending. I sighed. I was not with my lady love, holding her close. I was not with the one man in the world whose opinion I truly valued. I was on a bench in the Elephant garden.
"What the…." I mumbled as I scratched my head. Oh yes, I was talking with Satine when I must've fallen asleep. Now more depressed than ever, I sought shelter.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Well that was unexpected!" Toulouse laughed as we watched the rainstorm rage outside. "As I've always said, 'A Bohemian storm is brewing!'" Usually I would've laughed. But I had no joy left in me. There I was, soaked to the bone sitting on a chair in Toulouse's apartment. It was but thirty seconds after I started walking that the first long, wet droopy raindrop hit me. I looked up at the sky and was hit with a few more.
"Oh perfect." I whispered. My voice grew louder. "Just PERFECT. AND WHY NOT?" I shouted to anyone who would listen. Unbeknownst to me, a figure on a balcony not too far away had been watching.
"Well look at it this way," Toulouse called to me, noticing that I wasn't laughing. "At least you got here quick enough."
"Yes." I hoarsely whispered. Toulouse slammed the tray of food that he was holding down on the table.
"You need to shut up!" he yelled at me. I was so surprised by his sudden anger and force toward me that I couldn't do anything but open my mouth in shock.
"All my life I had trouble finding friends. Once I broke my legs and they stopped growing, it got harder! I've made few friends even now. But here you come, getting friends left and right. I envied you; a lot. Mostly for being able to make friends so easily." He took a breath, then took my hand.
"But the one thing I DON'T admire about you is how you tend to do things and get upset easily if they don't go your way. Think about Christian's point of view also. Everyone else isn't always the bad guy." He patted my hand.
"You should go talk to Christian. It'd do you a lot of good. Christian, too." I smiled. It had finally dawned on me: yes, I do need to think about others once in awhile. I hugged him and walked toward the door.
"Thank you." I said. I opened the door and started the descent to the floor below.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I reached to knock on the door, and what a shock it was for me to find that it opened unexpectedly. There was Christian, looking rather melancholy. I gasped, and he frowned.
"You," he said through his teeth. "I don't want to see you right now." He brished past me and ran down the stairs. I choked back tears. Without realizing it, I drifted into his apartment.
I noticed a paper sticking out of the typewriter. Inside was a song. I opened it.
In a little while from now,
If I'm not feeling any less sour,
I promised myself, to treat myself,
And visit a nearby tower ..........
And climbing to the top,
will throw myself off,
In an effort to, make clear to whoever,
What it's like when you're shattered .......
Left standing in the lurch,
At a church where people saying .....
My God, that's tough, she stood him up,
No point in us remaining .......
May as well go home,
As I did on my own,
Alone again, naturally.
To think that only yesterday,
I was cheerful, bright and gay.
Looking forward to-
Who wouldn't do- the role I was about to play.
but, as if to knock me down,
Reality came around,
And without so much as a mere touch,
Cut me into little pieces.
Leaving me to doubt, Talk about God and His mercy,
Who, if He really does exist,
Why did He desert me?
And in my hour of need,
I truely am, indeed,
Alone again, naturally.
It seems to me that there are more hearts,
Broken in the world that can't be mended,
Left unattended, what do we do?
What do we do?
Looking back over the years,
And whatever else that appears.
I remember I cried when my father died,
Never wishing to hide the tears.
And at sixty-five years old,
My mother, God rest her soul,
Couldn't understand why the only man,
She had ever loved had been taken.
Leaving her to start, with a heart so badly broken,
Despite encouragement from me,
No words were ever spoken.
And when she passed away,
I cried and cried all day,
Alone again, naturally .....
Alone again ................................. naturally.
I pondered this for awhile, and then was about to leave when I noticed a closed note with "To My Darling Satine" on the outside. I knew it was wrong, but I opened it.
"Dear Satine,
After our fight this afternoon about Michael, I have lost all will to live. I'm sorry. I really am. But I have to do this."
I cried out in agony. Why? I looked out the window and noticed a shadow, a figure, on the top of the Elephant. I grabbed my coat and ran.