Title: Uncertainty
Author: Sparkling Diamond Satine
Warning: Cheesy story that I decided to write during my school's production of 'Singin' in the Rain.' (And ooh it was raining during the performance…and they were singing…haha) There will probably be some inside jokes…only because I love our inside jokes to the play…they're so great!
If you want to know the summary, it's in chapter 1.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that doesn't belong to me…'cuz you know that wouldn't make sense and I like to make sense most of the time.
Chapter 1 also has some important notes. Read those before reading this!
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Chapter 8~Playing A Part
I stormed out of the Gothic Tower without any help from Le Chocolat, and ran into some of the people who hated me because I got all the fame.
I ran all the way to Chris' garret, hoping that I would not be forced to go through with the show. I would not sleep with the Duke; I would refuse to. I just needed to find Chris and find a way to get out of Montmartre before I had to worry about dying.
"What happened??" Chris asked, concerned. He saw my disheveled appearance, and right away thought the worst had happened.
"He tried to force me to sleep with him, but I refused. Unfortunately, in order to get here, I had to knock him unconscious," I said, wincing at the pain I felt in my arm and leg.
"Well, as long as you're all right," Chris said. "We'll leave here, and go far away!"
"Chris, the play…you'll miss opening night," I said, narrowing my eyes. I knew he wouldn't want to miss the one play he might ever write.
"Well…I'd rather see you safe and not sleeping with the Duke than have you staying here, unhappy because I wanted to see my play," Chris said, resentfully.
I grinned; Chris had become a changed man after going through the hellish ways of a penniless poet's life. "Well, what do you suggest doing?"
"We'll run far away, before the play opens! Go, gather your things, and I'll meet you back here," Chris said. "Hurry, I'll call a carriage for a half an hour from now."
I ran out of his garret as quickly as I possibly could. The one thing on my mind would be the next encounter with Zidler.
~*~
"Are you sure about this, Chris?" Caryn asked me.
"Of course I'm sure, you know you'd rather be starring in the show, anyway! And I'd hate to have her wasting her career with the Duke," I said.
"What if he follows you? He won't give up until you're dead and she's with him," Caryn pointed out. "I just don't want to see you get hurt."
"I'll get hurt if I stick around here," Chris said. "And I'm not letting her stay here to run away like a cowardly nerd."
"You love her too much, you must realize that she is not the Chrissy you remember! She's a lot different now, and what if she's just acting like she loves you? It's her job, you know!" Caryn said.
"I don't need to sit here and listen to you try and break my heart to get me to leave by myself. I'm staying here until she leaves with me, and that's final!" Chris said.
Caryn took in a deep breath and sighed it out. "I think you should know, that in the movie, Satine comes back to break Christian's heart in order to get him to leave," Caryn said, and then walked away.
"Thanks for the information, but Chrissy is not Satine. She may have acted like her, but she was playing a part. Now that we have each other, we need not play the part. We should be free to live together forever," Chris said to Caryn's back, and then continued packing. He took one last look at the typewriter and rolled his eyes. He was no writer, he never was! He was just playing a part, exactly like Chrissy.
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"Chickpea, what do you think you're doing?" Zidler asked, walking into her boudoir.
"I'm running away, Harold. Don't try to stop me," I warned him.
"Strawberry, the Duke will kill Christian," Zidler said, trying to get me to stop this nonsense. Part of me was pulling to listen to him, but most of me was ignoring everything.
"He can't scare us," I said, brushing it off. I knew that the Duke would try, but I was not about to give in so easily.
"He's a powerful man, you know he could do it," Zidler responded.
"Yeah? If he's such a powerful man than how come I was able to knock him out so easily? He relies on people, and not himself, that is his weakness," I snapped.
"Satine, what has gotten into you?" Zidler asked, so surprised at this change in voice that he stopped calling me by my childish nicknames.
"I'm no longer the helpless girl who was convinced that I was only worth what someone would pay for me," I said. "I don't need you, and I'm running away from all this! From you…and from the Moulin Rouge!"
"You're dying, Satine," Harold said, at his last attempt to get me to stay.
"I know that, Mr. Zidler, I'm not that stupid to figure out that coughing plus red blood means consumption," I spat at him. "I'd rather die in Christian's arms than die a successful actress, but you wouldn't understand that, now, would you?"
"Fine, Satine, leave the Moulin Rouge. But Christian will leave you eventually and you'll be left with nothing," Zidler said.
"By the time that happens, I would have died already," I said, and walked away. The part of my soul that was pulling for me to listen to Zidler took control and turned myself around. "I can't do it, Harold, I just can't run away!"
"Come here, my little sparrow!" Zidler said, warming up like a father to a child. "This is what you will do. Clean yourself up, and leave him. Tell him you don't love him anymore and he will leave."
I nodded foolishly, and let Marie help me into a dress. What was I doing? Since when was it in my heart to be the nasty old Satine in the movie? I tried to change my stars, but all I did was end up right back to where Satine was headed. Well, I'd hurt Chris' heart, but if he were anything like Christian, he'd stay.
~*~
"Well, that's the last of everything," I said, packing my stuff onto the carriage. "Where is she? She's late!"
"She'll be here," Caryn reassured me. She had come back to see whether or not Chrissy would follow through with the plan.
"Here she is!" I said, excitedly. "I knew she'd come, I told you!"
"Yes, but will she stay?" Caryn asked.
"What's wrong?" I asked, after noticing the clothes that she was wearing.
"I'm staying with the Duke…" she said.
"You're…WHAT??" he asked, in disbelief. "But WHY???"
After I left, the Duke had offered me everything…everything I ever dreamed of!" she said.
"But what about what you promised? You said we'd leave!" I said. "Something's wrong, tell me the truth!"
"Nothing's the matter, Chris, and if you want to know the truth…I am the actress, and I choose the evil actor," she said, letting a tear fall down her face as she turned around and left my broken heart, once shattered, once mended, and now shattered again, on the ground. I glanced down to the floor and wondered whether even glue would be enough to put back the pieces of my heart.
I knew then that Caryn had been right all along. Chrissy was just playing a part, and I could not tell the fine line between reality and the beauty of acting. In order to find out whether she truly loved me, or was just playing the part to keep the movie historically correct, I had to go back to the Moulin Rouge…one last time.
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End: Chapter 8
No songs that time, which makes this a sorta short chapter. Have fun reading and reviewing!
Author: Sparkling Diamond Satine
Warning: Cheesy story that I decided to write during my school's production of 'Singin' in the Rain.' (And ooh it was raining during the performance…and they were singing…haha) There will probably be some inside jokes…only because I love our inside jokes to the play…they're so great!
If you want to know the summary, it's in chapter 1.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that doesn't belong to me…'cuz you know that wouldn't make sense and I like to make sense most of the time.
Chapter 1 also has some important notes. Read those before reading this!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Chapter 8~Playing A Part
I stormed out of the Gothic Tower without any help from Le Chocolat, and ran into some of the people who hated me because I got all the fame.
I ran all the way to Chris' garret, hoping that I would not be forced to go through with the show. I would not sleep with the Duke; I would refuse to. I just needed to find Chris and find a way to get out of Montmartre before I had to worry about dying.
"What happened??" Chris asked, concerned. He saw my disheveled appearance, and right away thought the worst had happened.
"He tried to force me to sleep with him, but I refused. Unfortunately, in order to get here, I had to knock him unconscious," I said, wincing at the pain I felt in my arm and leg.
"Well, as long as you're all right," Chris said. "We'll leave here, and go far away!"
"Chris, the play…you'll miss opening night," I said, narrowing my eyes. I knew he wouldn't want to miss the one play he might ever write.
"Well…I'd rather see you safe and not sleeping with the Duke than have you staying here, unhappy because I wanted to see my play," Chris said, resentfully.
I grinned; Chris had become a changed man after going through the hellish ways of a penniless poet's life. "Well, what do you suggest doing?"
"We'll run far away, before the play opens! Go, gather your things, and I'll meet you back here," Chris said. "Hurry, I'll call a carriage for a half an hour from now."
I ran out of his garret as quickly as I possibly could. The one thing on my mind would be the next encounter with Zidler.
~*~
"Are you sure about this, Chris?" Caryn asked me.
"Of course I'm sure, you know you'd rather be starring in the show, anyway! And I'd hate to have her wasting her career with the Duke," I said.
"What if he follows you? He won't give up until you're dead and she's with him," Caryn pointed out. "I just don't want to see you get hurt."
"I'll get hurt if I stick around here," Chris said. "And I'm not letting her stay here to run away like a cowardly nerd."
"You love her too much, you must realize that she is not the Chrissy you remember! She's a lot different now, and what if she's just acting like she loves you? It's her job, you know!" Caryn said.
"I don't need to sit here and listen to you try and break my heart to get me to leave by myself. I'm staying here until she leaves with me, and that's final!" Chris said.
Caryn took in a deep breath and sighed it out. "I think you should know, that in the movie, Satine comes back to break Christian's heart in order to get him to leave," Caryn said, and then walked away.
"Thanks for the information, but Chrissy is not Satine. She may have acted like her, but she was playing a part. Now that we have each other, we need not play the part. We should be free to live together forever," Chris said to Caryn's back, and then continued packing. He took one last look at the typewriter and rolled his eyes. He was no writer, he never was! He was just playing a part, exactly like Chrissy.
~*~
"Chickpea, what do you think you're doing?" Zidler asked, walking into her boudoir.
"I'm running away, Harold. Don't try to stop me," I warned him.
"Strawberry, the Duke will kill Christian," Zidler said, trying to get me to stop this nonsense. Part of me was pulling to listen to him, but most of me was ignoring everything.
"He can't scare us," I said, brushing it off. I knew that the Duke would try, but I was not about to give in so easily.
"He's a powerful man, you know he could do it," Zidler responded.
"Yeah? If he's such a powerful man than how come I was able to knock him out so easily? He relies on people, and not himself, that is his weakness," I snapped.
"Satine, what has gotten into you?" Zidler asked, so surprised at this change in voice that he stopped calling me by my childish nicknames.
"I'm no longer the helpless girl who was convinced that I was only worth what someone would pay for me," I said. "I don't need you, and I'm running away from all this! From you…and from the Moulin Rouge!"
"You're dying, Satine," Harold said, at his last attempt to get me to stay.
"I know that, Mr. Zidler, I'm not that stupid to figure out that coughing plus red blood means consumption," I spat at him. "I'd rather die in Christian's arms than die a successful actress, but you wouldn't understand that, now, would you?"
"Fine, Satine, leave the Moulin Rouge. But Christian will leave you eventually and you'll be left with nothing," Zidler said.
"By the time that happens, I would have died already," I said, and walked away. The part of my soul that was pulling for me to listen to Zidler took control and turned myself around. "I can't do it, Harold, I just can't run away!"
"Come here, my little sparrow!" Zidler said, warming up like a father to a child. "This is what you will do. Clean yourself up, and leave him. Tell him you don't love him anymore and he will leave."
I nodded foolishly, and let Marie help me into a dress. What was I doing? Since when was it in my heart to be the nasty old Satine in the movie? I tried to change my stars, but all I did was end up right back to where Satine was headed. Well, I'd hurt Chris' heart, but if he were anything like Christian, he'd stay.
~*~
"Well, that's the last of everything," I said, packing my stuff onto the carriage. "Where is she? She's late!"
"She'll be here," Caryn reassured me. She had come back to see whether or not Chrissy would follow through with the plan.
"Here she is!" I said, excitedly. "I knew she'd come, I told you!"
"Yes, but will she stay?" Caryn asked.
"What's wrong?" I asked, after noticing the clothes that she was wearing.
"I'm staying with the Duke…" she said.
"You're…WHAT??" he asked, in disbelief. "But WHY???"
After I left, the Duke had offered me everything…everything I ever dreamed of!" she said.
"But what about what you promised? You said we'd leave!" I said. "Something's wrong, tell me the truth!"
"Nothing's the matter, Chris, and if you want to know the truth…I am the actress, and I choose the evil actor," she said, letting a tear fall down her face as she turned around and left my broken heart, once shattered, once mended, and now shattered again, on the ground. I glanced down to the floor and wondered whether even glue would be enough to put back the pieces of my heart.
I knew then that Caryn had been right all along. Chrissy was just playing a part, and I could not tell the fine line between reality and the beauty of acting. In order to find out whether she truly loved me, or was just playing the part to keep the movie historically correct, I had to go back to the Moulin Rouge…one last time.
~*~
End: Chapter 8
No songs that time, which makes this a sorta short chapter. Have fun reading and reviewing!