Disclaimer: yes, yes, of course, Ben and Rachael are mine and so is their
side of the plot but everything else isn't.
A/N: I am spelling Rachael's name the way I am because it's the cool fun way. yeah so like last time, during the Elephant Love Melody, I said Rachael's thoughts would be italicized, but that didn't work so sorry! And wasn't last chapter just the funnest!! Let's get back to where we left off…
"Why are you grinning at me like that?" asked Ben.
"No reason," said Rachael.
Just then, the door opened and Christian came flying into the room almost colliding with the absinthe bottles. He looked around and noticed Rachael.
"Uh, hi," he said. Then he saw Ben, and the sheets that didn't cover his nakedness. "Uh, did I interrupt something?"
"What do you mean?" asked Ben. Christian jerked his head down, so Ben looked down. "AHHHH!" he screamed and got really red. This time he didn't take time to mess with the sheets and ran into the bathroom. Rachael giggled.
"So, who are you?" asked Christian.
"Oh, sorry, I'm Rachael Chapet, best friend of Satine, the Sparkling Diamond."
"Your Satine's best friend? Are you the one that works at the Moulin Rouge?"
"That would be me."
"Oh, uh, hi. And are you sure I didn't walk in on anything?"
"I'm sure. Ben doesn't want anything to happen between us." Christian gave her a confused look. "Oh, long story! No time to explain! I have to go, um, here," she handed Christian and absinthe bottle, "give this to Ben for me when he comes out."
"Ok, um, bye then," said Christian.
"Bye," and Rachael ran out the door.
Ben came out of the bathroom a second later with his trousers on. "Hey, where did Rachael go?" he asked.
"I don't know. She kind of just left. But she told me to give this to you," said Christian and held out the absinthe bottle.
"Great, now I don't have to buy any yet with my non-existent money."
"Yeah, so I wanted to tell you that Satine got me the job of writing Spectacular Spectacular…"
"Oh that's great!"
"And we need some male voices, so if you want to try out. I know you want to be an actor…"
"I want to be anything. As long as I make money."
"So you can pay to have Rachael? You should just sing and have her fall in love with you. That's what I did to Satine."
"What? Why would I need to pay her? Why would I want her to fall in love with me? What are you talking about?"
"Well, I just thought you didn't want anything to happen between you because you didn't have money to pay her," explained Christian.
'Where did you get the idea that I didn't want anything to happen?"
"From Rachael. That's what she said to me when I was making sure I didn't walk in on something…"
"Rachael said that?"
"Yeah, I don't really know what she meant…" But Ben was already out the door. "Hey Ben? You might want a shirt!" called Christian.
Ben hadn't heard Christian. He was running down the hall hoping to catch up with Rachael. Luckily he did, on the stairs. "Rachael! Rachael, wait!"
She turned around and noticing Ben asked, "What?"
"I was wondering why you thought that I didn't want anything to happen between us."
"Is that it? That's what you stopped me for?"
"Yeah."
"Ben! Isn't it obvious? I mean you don't want anything to happen between us. You said so yourself."
"Well, yeah, it's just that, well, you're a courtesan. You sell your love to men. Men who can afford it, anyway."
"Does that matter? Just because I'm a courtesan, I can't love someone? Satine thought so too, but then she met Christian, and fell in love with him."
"But that's Christian and Satine. Not us. I don't know if we could work it out."
"Work what out? God, Ben, can't you see I don't have any idea what to do about this?"
"What to do about what exactly? What are you saying?"
"Ben, I don't care if I'm not allowed to love because of the job I have. Love just happens. You can't control it, so don't even try. I don't really know how to say this…"
"Rachael, I know I'm technically not supposed to, but I do love you. But I can't let myself because…well, too put it bluntly, I'd see you with another man, and get jealous."
"Then I don't have to be with another man!"
"But your job…it requires you to be with a man…?"
"I can be with you!"
"…a man who can PAY, Rachael. You know I can't."
"Yes, but we could pretend. Just let Harold think that you're paying me even though you aren't. He already thinks you're a rich and famous actor. It's perfect!"
"But anything could go wrong…"
"You don't see Christian worrying do you? In fact, he looks quite happy."
"Oh, fine I suppose we can try."
"Wonderful! I love you, Ben."
"Um, yeah. Thanks." Rachael was almost hurt. He didn't say I love you back. Yet he had agreed to pretend he was paying her so they could be together. It was puzzling.
"Why didn't I say anything back, Toulouse?" asked Ben. He had been talking with Toulouse for a while now, ever since Rachael said she had to get back or Marie would kill her.
"I'm not sure, but maybe you were scared to," responded Toulouse.
"I think I scared her off. Maybe she doesn't love me anymore."
"Don't be silly. Just because you didn't say anything back doesn't mean she will hate you. You just weren't ready yet. If she acts weird, explain it to her."
"Thanks, Toulouse. I better go. I know Christian wants to talk to you about playing the magical sitar." Ben got up and left. He felt a bit happier. He wondered where Rachael was. He never did find out where she lived at. Maybe Satine would know. But he didn't know where Satine was either. While he was wrapped up in his thoughts, he bumped into someone.
"Oh, sorry," they said at the same time. Ben looked up. Zidler.
"Oh, thank goodness I found you!" exclaimed Zidler. "I wanted to talk to you about your tryouts. They went perfectly and you are in the play! Oh, yes, Rachael was wondering where you were and told me if I found you to send you to her room."
"Ok, great. Um…where exactly does she live?" asked Ben.
"Oh, yes! Silly me! Here," Zidler points to a small building near the Moulin Rouge. "She lives right in there, 3rd floor, room 303."
"Thanks," said Ben.
"No problem! Better hurry now! Best not to keep her waiting!" said Zidler with a wave, and he walked off.
"That was sort of strange," thought Ben to himself. SO, now that he new where Racheal lived, he started to head over there.
A/N: yes I know that chapter was strange. Sorry. I have big plans!! (devilish smirk)
I want to thank my reviewers: Sparkling Diamond Satine, stupidbooger(), and Crystal187
Thank you much!
And to the rest of you: see that nice big blue button at the bottom that says "click here to submit review" click it now please. Thank you much!!
A/N: I am spelling Rachael's name the way I am because it's the cool fun way. yeah so like last time, during the Elephant Love Melody, I said Rachael's thoughts would be italicized, but that didn't work so sorry! And wasn't last chapter just the funnest!! Let's get back to where we left off…
"Why are you grinning at me like that?" asked Ben.
"No reason," said Rachael.
Just then, the door opened and Christian came flying into the room almost colliding with the absinthe bottles. He looked around and noticed Rachael.
"Uh, hi," he said. Then he saw Ben, and the sheets that didn't cover his nakedness. "Uh, did I interrupt something?"
"What do you mean?" asked Ben. Christian jerked his head down, so Ben looked down. "AHHHH!" he screamed and got really red. This time he didn't take time to mess with the sheets and ran into the bathroom. Rachael giggled.
"So, who are you?" asked Christian.
"Oh, sorry, I'm Rachael Chapet, best friend of Satine, the Sparkling Diamond."
"Your Satine's best friend? Are you the one that works at the Moulin Rouge?"
"That would be me."
"Oh, uh, hi. And are you sure I didn't walk in on anything?"
"I'm sure. Ben doesn't want anything to happen between us." Christian gave her a confused look. "Oh, long story! No time to explain! I have to go, um, here," she handed Christian and absinthe bottle, "give this to Ben for me when he comes out."
"Ok, um, bye then," said Christian.
"Bye," and Rachael ran out the door.
Ben came out of the bathroom a second later with his trousers on. "Hey, where did Rachael go?" he asked.
"I don't know. She kind of just left. But she told me to give this to you," said Christian and held out the absinthe bottle.
"Great, now I don't have to buy any yet with my non-existent money."
"Yeah, so I wanted to tell you that Satine got me the job of writing Spectacular Spectacular…"
"Oh that's great!"
"And we need some male voices, so if you want to try out. I know you want to be an actor…"
"I want to be anything. As long as I make money."
"So you can pay to have Rachael? You should just sing and have her fall in love with you. That's what I did to Satine."
"What? Why would I need to pay her? Why would I want her to fall in love with me? What are you talking about?"
"Well, I just thought you didn't want anything to happen between you because you didn't have money to pay her," explained Christian.
'Where did you get the idea that I didn't want anything to happen?"
"From Rachael. That's what she said to me when I was making sure I didn't walk in on something…"
"Rachael said that?"
"Yeah, I don't really know what she meant…" But Ben was already out the door. "Hey Ben? You might want a shirt!" called Christian.
Ben hadn't heard Christian. He was running down the hall hoping to catch up with Rachael. Luckily he did, on the stairs. "Rachael! Rachael, wait!"
She turned around and noticing Ben asked, "What?"
"I was wondering why you thought that I didn't want anything to happen between us."
"Is that it? That's what you stopped me for?"
"Yeah."
"Ben! Isn't it obvious? I mean you don't want anything to happen between us. You said so yourself."
"Well, yeah, it's just that, well, you're a courtesan. You sell your love to men. Men who can afford it, anyway."
"Does that matter? Just because I'm a courtesan, I can't love someone? Satine thought so too, but then she met Christian, and fell in love with him."
"But that's Christian and Satine. Not us. I don't know if we could work it out."
"Work what out? God, Ben, can't you see I don't have any idea what to do about this?"
"What to do about what exactly? What are you saying?"
"Ben, I don't care if I'm not allowed to love because of the job I have. Love just happens. You can't control it, so don't even try. I don't really know how to say this…"
"Rachael, I know I'm technically not supposed to, but I do love you. But I can't let myself because…well, too put it bluntly, I'd see you with another man, and get jealous."
"Then I don't have to be with another man!"
"But your job…it requires you to be with a man…?"
"I can be with you!"
"…a man who can PAY, Rachael. You know I can't."
"Yes, but we could pretend. Just let Harold think that you're paying me even though you aren't. He already thinks you're a rich and famous actor. It's perfect!"
"But anything could go wrong…"
"You don't see Christian worrying do you? In fact, he looks quite happy."
"Oh, fine I suppose we can try."
"Wonderful! I love you, Ben."
"Um, yeah. Thanks." Rachael was almost hurt. He didn't say I love you back. Yet he had agreed to pretend he was paying her so they could be together. It was puzzling.
"Why didn't I say anything back, Toulouse?" asked Ben. He had been talking with Toulouse for a while now, ever since Rachael said she had to get back or Marie would kill her.
"I'm not sure, but maybe you were scared to," responded Toulouse.
"I think I scared her off. Maybe she doesn't love me anymore."
"Don't be silly. Just because you didn't say anything back doesn't mean she will hate you. You just weren't ready yet. If she acts weird, explain it to her."
"Thanks, Toulouse. I better go. I know Christian wants to talk to you about playing the magical sitar." Ben got up and left. He felt a bit happier. He wondered where Rachael was. He never did find out where she lived at. Maybe Satine would know. But he didn't know where Satine was either. While he was wrapped up in his thoughts, he bumped into someone.
"Oh, sorry," they said at the same time. Ben looked up. Zidler.
"Oh, thank goodness I found you!" exclaimed Zidler. "I wanted to talk to you about your tryouts. They went perfectly and you are in the play! Oh, yes, Rachael was wondering where you were and told me if I found you to send you to her room."
"Ok, great. Um…where exactly does she live?" asked Ben.
"Oh, yes! Silly me! Here," Zidler points to a small building near the Moulin Rouge. "She lives right in there, 3rd floor, room 303."
"Thanks," said Ben.
"No problem! Better hurry now! Best not to keep her waiting!" said Zidler with a wave, and he walked off.
"That was sort of strange," thought Ben to himself. SO, now that he new where Racheal lived, he started to head over there.
A/N: yes I know that chapter was strange. Sorry. I have big plans!! (devilish smirk)
I want to thank my reviewers: Sparkling Diamond Satine, stupidbooger(), and Crystal187
Thank you much!
And to the rest of you: see that nice big blue button at the bottom that says "click here to submit review" click it now please. Thank you much!!