Disclaimer: No, I don't own the real Moulin Rouge characters (darn!) but I
did create Ben and Rachael
Author's Note: This still takes place the night Christian first went to the Moulin Rouge
"Diamonds, diamonds! Square cut or pear shaped, these rocks wont lose their shape! Diamonds, are a girls best…" Satine was singing.
Suddenly, she gasped and fell to the floor. One of the dancers, Chocolat, caught her. Rachael had a look of horror on her face.
"I better go," she told Ben. And he saw her disappear backstage.
"Do you think she'll be alright?" asked Christian.
"Yes, I'm sure she'll be fine," said Toulouse, but Ben saw a look of worry on his face.
MEANWHILE BACKSTAGE:
Rachael hurried along. She knew where they would take Satine. If anything happened to her…
Satine was Rachael's best friend. When Rachael first came to the Moulin Rouge 4 years ago, she was lonely and didn't have a friend in the world.
Then Satine had introduced herself and they instantly became inseparable. Satine had then introduced Rachael to her Bohemian friends, Toulouse, the Argentinean, Satie, and the doctor. Satine's friends had become Rachael's friends.
Now Rachael was almost worried for her friend's life.
"What's wrong? What happened?" she demanded when she entered the room. The other dancers looked up startled.
"Shh, child" scolded Marie. Marie poured some liquid into Satine's mouth and she woke up.
"Oh, Marie," she whispered. "These…silly costumes." Satine started to cough. Then she rested on the bed. Marie got a strong look of worry on her face. Rachael got a bad feeling.
LATER THAT NIGHT:
Christian was lucky. He had just gotten here, just met Satine, and was already going up to the famous elephant. Even Toulouse was surprised.
Toulouse was curious and stated they should spy on Christian and Satine, "to look out for his well-being". So Ben and the other four Bohemians climbed up to the top of the elephant. They all held Toulouse by his ankles and put him over the edge to peek through the windows.
A few minutes later Toulouse shouted up, "He's got a huge talent!" Ben and the three Bohemians sniggered. "Wonderful of Toulouse to share that," thought Ben, sarcastically.
They kept Toulouse dangling there for a while until he motioned to let him up. They found out why when they heard Christian's voice singing, "My gift is my song!" He went on to sing then after a minute or two, they came flying right out of the window.
They could tell that Christian was winning Satine's heart. The two spun around and around and Toulouse shouted, "Look's like he got the job!"
That's when Ben saw someone down in the garden. He quickly noticed it was Rachael. Ben quietly slipped away from the Bohemians who right away had gone back to spying on Christian and Satine.
As Ben dropped to the ground he could hear Rachael talking to herself. Ben thought it best not to disturb her, especially when he realized she was talking about him!
"Why, now, why?" she was saying. "This is the first time in all of my four years of being here. Harold would kill me, or send me to the streets. Then he comes, and changes everything around. I'm a courtesan! I'm not allowed to fall in love!"
She was in love? With who? Duh, Ben. She's in love with you.
"I don't understand. I don't even know his name." Ben for all his trying not to be found stepped on a small tree branch that snapped, loudly.
"Whose there?" Rachael asked shakily. She gasped as Ben stepped out of the shadows. "Oh, it's you," she said.
"Yes, it's me. Sorry if I scared you, I didn't mean to."
"That's ok. Um, how much did you hear me say?"
"Oh, uh, don't think I was like spying on you or anything but I only heard that you didn't know my name."
"Oh, good. So what is it?"
"What's what?"
"Your name, silly."
"Oh, my name is Ben Coupmount."
"Well, hi then Ben," she smiled.
"Hi," he smiled back. No, he reminded himself, no feelings for this girl. She's a courtesan, she can't fall in love with you and you can't fall in love with her. Ben put up a mental barrier between them then and there.
"What were you doing out here?"
"Oh, we, the Bohemians and I, were uh, watching, Satine and Christian."
"Christian? Is that his name? We only knew him as the Duke."
"The Duke? No Christian isn't a duke, he's a writer."
"A writer? Not a duke? Oh no! Satine will be furious! She thinks he's the Duke and she is going to seduce him!"
"Oh, is that why she tried to rip his clothes off?"
"Well, I would guess so. Come on we have to make sure the real duke doesn't show up." With that, Rachael grabbed Ben's hand and pulled him toward the elephant.
A few minutes later though, they found they were too late as they came across Zidler walking down the hall.
"Dear child!" he said when he saw Rachael, "What are you doing here? Satine is already in there with the duke, you can't speak to her at the moment."
"Oh nothing of importance, Harold!" she said quickly. "And I'm not here to see Satine."
"Whose that with you dear?" he asked.
"Oh just a famous, uh, actor."
"Oh, well monsieur how do you do? I am Harold Zidler, owner of Moulin Rouge, and you have with you one of our best and youngest courtesans."
"Hello, I've uh heard about the new play you are going to put on here and I came to check it out," said Ben, thinking quickly, knowing Zidler wondered why exactly he was here.
"Perfect. But you know try outs aren't for a while, but I'm sure that Rachael will keep you busy. Now, I must go. Good bye my dear and monsieur."
"Goodbye, Harold!" And Zidler left down the hallway.
"Best and youngest?" Ben asked Rachael. She smiled sheepishly and blushed.
"Come on," she said, "let's get out of here."
Author's Note: This still takes place the night Christian first went to the Moulin Rouge
"Diamonds, diamonds! Square cut or pear shaped, these rocks wont lose their shape! Diamonds, are a girls best…" Satine was singing.
Suddenly, she gasped and fell to the floor. One of the dancers, Chocolat, caught her. Rachael had a look of horror on her face.
"I better go," she told Ben. And he saw her disappear backstage.
"Do you think she'll be alright?" asked Christian.
"Yes, I'm sure she'll be fine," said Toulouse, but Ben saw a look of worry on his face.
MEANWHILE BACKSTAGE:
Rachael hurried along. She knew where they would take Satine. If anything happened to her…
Satine was Rachael's best friend. When Rachael first came to the Moulin Rouge 4 years ago, she was lonely and didn't have a friend in the world.
Then Satine had introduced herself and they instantly became inseparable. Satine had then introduced Rachael to her Bohemian friends, Toulouse, the Argentinean, Satie, and the doctor. Satine's friends had become Rachael's friends.
Now Rachael was almost worried for her friend's life.
"What's wrong? What happened?" she demanded when she entered the room. The other dancers looked up startled.
"Shh, child" scolded Marie. Marie poured some liquid into Satine's mouth and she woke up.
"Oh, Marie," she whispered. "These…silly costumes." Satine started to cough. Then she rested on the bed. Marie got a strong look of worry on her face. Rachael got a bad feeling.
LATER THAT NIGHT:
Christian was lucky. He had just gotten here, just met Satine, and was already going up to the famous elephant. Even Toulouse was surprised.
Toulouse was curious and stated they should spy on Christian and Satine, "to look out for his well-being". So Ben and the other four Bohemians climbed up to the top of the elephant. They all held Toulouse by his ankles and put him over the edge to peek through the windows.
A few minutes later Toulouse shouted up, "He's got a huge talent!" Ben and the three Bohemians sniggered. "Wonderful of Toulouse to share that," thought Ben, sarcastically.
They kept Toulouse dangling there for a while until he motioned to let him up. They found out why when they heard Christian's voice singing, "My gift is my song!" He went on to sing then after a minute or two, they came flying right out of the window.
They could tell that Christian was winning Satine's heart. The two spun around and around and Toulouse shouted, "Look's like he got the job!"
That's when Ben saw someone down in the garden. He quickly noticed it was Rachael. Ben quietly slipped away from the Bohemians who right away had gone back to spying on Christian and Satine.
As Ben dropped to the ground he could hear Rachael talking to herself. Ben thought it best not to disturb her, especially when he realized she was talking about him!
"Why, now, why?" she was saying. "This is the first time in all of my four years of being here. Harold would kill me, or send me to the streets. Then he comes, and changes everything around. I'm a courtesan! I'm not allowed to fall in love!"
She was in love? With who? Duh, Ben. She's in love with you.
"I don't understand. I don't even know his name." Ben for all his trying not to be found stepped on a small tree branch that snapped, loudly.
"Whose there?" Rachael asked shakily. She gasped as Ben stepped out of the shadows. "Oh, it's you," she said.
"Yes, it's me. Sorry if I scared you, I didn't mean to."
"That's ok. Um, how much did you hear me say?"
"Oh, uh, don't think I was like spying on you or anything but I only heard that you didn't know my name."
"Oh, good. So what is it?"
"What's what?"
"Your name, silly."
"Oh, my name is Ben Coupmount."
"Well, hi then Ben," she smiled.
"Hi," he smiled back. No, he reminded himself, no feelings for this girl. She's a courtesan, she can't fall in love with you and you can't fall in love with her. Ben put up a mental barrier between them then and there.
"What were you doing out here?"
"Oh, we, the Bohemians and I, were uh, watching, Satine and Christian."
"Christian? Is that his name? We only knew him as the Duke."
"The Duke? No Christian isn't a duke, he's a writer."
"A writer? Not a duke? Oh no! Satine will be furious! She thinks he's the Duke and she is going to seduce him!"
"Oh, is that why she tried to rip his clothes off?"
"Well, I would guess so. Come on we have to make sure the real duke doesn't show up." With that, Rachael grabbed Ben's hand and pulled him toward the elephant.
A few minutes later though, they found they were too late as they came across Zidler walking down the hall.
"Dear child!" he said when he saw Rachael, "What are you doing here? Satine is already in there with the duke, you can't speak to her at the moment."
"Oh nothing of importance, Harold!" she said quickly. "And I'm not here to see Satine."
"Whose that with you dear?" he asked.
"Oh just a famous, uh, actor."
"Oh, well monsieur how do you do? I am Harold Zidler, owner of Moulin Rouge, and you have with you one of our best and youngest courtesans."
"Hello, I've uh heard about the new play you are going to put on here and I came to check it out," said Ben, thinking quickly, knowing Zidler wondered why exactly he was here.
"Perfect. But you know try outs aren't for a while, but I'm sure that Rachael will keep you busy. Now, I must go. Good bye my dear and monsieur."
"Goodbye, Harold!" And Zidler left down the hallway.
"Best and youngest?" Ben asked Rachael. She smiled sheepishly and blushed.
"Come on," she said, "let's get out of here."