~*Author's Note*~ I really wanted to write another Moulin Rouge story, so I
thought up this idea! There's nothing about the life of Satine's mother,
nothing that would explain how Satine came to be a courtesan of the Moulin
Rouge. So, this is the story of her mother. PLEASE REVIEW!!!! I LIVE OFF
REVIEWS, I WILL DIE WITHOUT REVIEWS!!! SERIOUSLY!!! Thank you. Please
enjoy, I hope you like it! ^_^
Someday I will be free again. I stare out at the darkening sky, a husky blue against the tantalizingly bright light of the stars. It never truly gets dark here, because the multicolored fluorescent bulbs of the Moulin Rouge somehow always manage to illuminate the night sky. Outside on the pavilion music drones on, mingling with the babble of costumers and bohemians. But it seems that I have gone deaf to these now familiar nighttime sounds, and I close my eyes, letting the warm wind wash over my body, trying desperately to imagine that I am somewhere else. Somewhere far, far away…. A knock on the door jerks me back into reality, and I smile suggestively as the person enters. But it was only Harrison, so I relax again, letting my arms dangle over the sides of the chain blocking the open back of the elephant.
"Velvete," he says, his voice rough but not unkind. "It's time for your performance." I blink, surprised. Was it already that late? I turn around to face him, smiling to mask my unhappiness.
"Sorry, I'm afraid I was daydreaming….." I trail off with an inaudible sigh, turning to exit down the long flight of golden metal stairs and to the backstage area. I can sense Harry frowning behind me, but I ignore him and enter my dressing room, closing the door firmly behind me, hearing with satisfaction the lock click into place. I sat down at the mirror, artfully applying my makeup. Another night, another performance, another customer….the days drag on in excruciating monotony. But it is not just raw boredom, I'm horribly unhappy. Some, I know, would gladly be in my place, the "Sparkling Diamond" of the greatest nightclub in France, jewels, money, men fawning after me…But it's not just that simple. I have always felt that somehow there was a deeper purpose to my life, something better that I could achieve….not just to be an expensive man's plaything. Not a whore, a courtesan, is what people say. But what are titles, really? Just words. In my heart I know that what I do is neither glamorous nor right. I remember how happy my parents were together, so terribly in love. As far back as I can go I know I used to think how wonderful it would be when I found someone to love, and someone who would love me. The number one rule of a courtesan is to never, ever fall in love. But after their death, this was the only place I could go. Harry was my uncle after all, and I was a pretty girl. It was never supposed to turn out this way, I was just supposed to perform as a dancer and singer not….I involuntarily shuddered, buttoning the back of my red and white diamond studded corset dress and pulling on the matching gloves. The bottom of the dress fastened on and could be taken off easily, so I could remove the bottom to wear nothing but the corset and stockings. Lastly came the boa and feathered hat, which I put on after pulling my black hair into a loose bun. I looked in the mirror wordlessly, staring at my reflection. Gone was the seemingly innocent 21- year-old girl, and here was the dazzling experienced courtesan, the tempter of all men. I sighed. Time to go on with the show. I crept into the dimly lit backstage area, and heard the tinny bongo introduction to 'Meet me In The Red Room' being played. Harry's voice, distant, it seemed, was yelling, "Just ask her to meet you in the red room!" That was my cue. I parted the red and gold curtains deftly and stepped onstage with a flourish. As much as I despised selling myself, I grudgingly admitted that I loved performing.
"I'll meet you in the red room close the door and dim the lights." I cooed, watching the men in front of me practically wilt. I walked off the stage swinging my hips, still singing.
"I will be yours truly if indeed the price is right.
So draw your sword, be my king, let your passions rise and sing
Just show me the diamonds and I'll let you wear my ring." I extended my hand to show off a huge diamond ring, pausing to grab a necklace bristling with the clear stones and drape it around my neck with an appreciative giggle.
"So just lay down beside me let us consummate.." 'consummate' echoed the others. I wrapped my arms around another man, giving him a good view of my cleavage. His eyes bugged out as I laughed provocatively.
"I know you're bursting let me help you deflate." I turned to catch another piece of jewelry, a bracelet this time, and blew the hopeful guy a kiss.
"If you want to plug in for a high voltage connection
Show me cold hard cash and I will turn on my affections." I licked my lips and walked back onto the stage next to Harry, moaning and gasping naughtily in time to the music.
"So don't hesitate I won't kiss and tell
No need to worry cause.." I bent over, covering my hand with my mouth to stifle a not-so-innocent giggle. 'I'm a professional."
"The show can start as soon as I see money on the table" I dropped the bottom portion of my dress as the men catcalled happily.
"I've an empty space to fill I'm willing if you're able." There were calls of 'yes yes!' and 'meet ME in the red room!' I just smiled mistily, taking off my boa.
"I'll meet you in the red room close the door and dim the lights" I continued, wrapping my boa around one man that looked as if I was too good to be true. I laughed, wiggling against him before returning to the stage.
"I will be yours truly if indeed the price is right." The drumbeat went on, and Harry came up from behind me. "Which one is he?' I whispered, still dancing.
Harry looked around before hissing back, "The one sitting in the private booth next to back door." I glanced over and saw a man, looking unusually young to be in the Moulin Rouge, about my age actually, with brown bordering on black hair and warm brown eyes. I frowned. The guy seemed way to cute and nice to be in a place like this.
"Are you sure?" I asked, making sure I was still smiling to the men in front of the stage. Harry paused.
"Yes I'm sure." He said again, pressing a sword in a scabbard into my hand. I nodded, passing through the crowd, pausing to kiss a man on the cheek here and there and catching assorted jewelry before coming up to where the man I was supposed to see tonight was sitting. He was even more adorable closer up, I realized distantly. I drew the sword with a practiced arc, still managing to make it look raunchy.
"So draw your sword, be my king" I sang, pointing the blade at him.
Let your passions rise and sing
Just show me the diamonds and I'll let you wear my ring." I finished triumphantly, amused to see his face dissolve into an expression of surprised wonder. "So…will you meet me in the red room?" I purred. His mouth dropped open.
"But you see, I- I don't think-" he started to say. I frowned. This guy was rejecting ME? I turned around with an exaggerated whimper, hearing the crowd immediately, as if on cue, yell, 'awwwwwwwwwwwww!' I turned around to give him a pout quickly accompanied by a sultry smile.
"Meet me in the red room?" I said huskily again, this time putting the best irresistible sexual innuendo into it that I could.
"All right." He gasped out. I grinned victoriously. I knew he'd want to. They always do.
Someday I will be free again. I stare out at the darkening sky, a husky blue against the tantalizingly bright light of the stars. It never truly gets dark here, because the multicolored fluorescent bulbs of the Moulin Rouge somehow always manage to illuminate the night sky. Outside on the pavilion music drones on, mingling with the babble of costumers and bohemians. But it seems that I have gone deaf to these now familiar nighttime sounds, and I close my eyes, letting the warm wind wash over my body, trying desperately to imagine that I am somewhere else. Somewhere far, far away…. A knock on the door jerks me back into reality, and I smile suggestively as the person enters. But it was only Harrison, so I relax again, letting my arms dangle over the sides of the chain blocking the open back of the elephant.
"Velvete," he says, his voice rough but not unkind. "It's time for your performance." I blink, surprised. Was it already that late? I turn around to face him, smiling to mask my unhappiness.
"Sorry, I'm afraid I was daydreaming….." I trail off with an inaudible sigh, turning to exit down the long flight of golden metal stairs and to the backstage area. I can sense Harry frowning behind me, but I ignore him and enter my dressing room, closing the door firmly behind me, hearing with satisfaction the lock click into place. I sat down at the mirror, artfully applying my makeup. Another night, another performance, another customer….the days drag on in excruciating monotony. But it is not just raw boredom, I'm horribly unhappy. Some, I know, would gladly be in my place, the "Sparkling Diamond" of the greatest nightclub in France, jewels, money, men fawning after me…But it's not just that simple. I have always felt that somehow there was a deeper purpose to my life, something better that I could achieve….not just to be an expensive man's plaything. Not a whore, a courtesan, is what people say. But what are titles, really? Just words. In my heart I know that what I do is neither glamorous nor right. I remember how happy my parents were together, so terribly in love. As far back as I can go I know I used to think how wonderful it would be when I found someone to love, and someone who would love me. The number one rule of a courtesan is to never, ever fall in love. But after their death, this was the only place I could go. Harry was my uncle after all, and I was a pretty girl. It was never supposed to turn out this way, I was just supposed to perform as a dancer and singer not….I involuntarily shuddered, buttoning the back of my red and white diamond studded corset dress and pulling on the matching gloves. The bottom of the dress fastened on and could be taken off easily, so I could remove the bottom to wear nothing but the corset and stockings. Lastly came the boa and feathered hat, which I put on after pulling my black hair into a loose bun. I looked in the mirror wordlessly, staring at my reflection. Gone was the seemingly innocent 21- year-old girl, and here was the dazzling experienced courtesan, the tempter of all men. I sighed. Time to go on with the show. I crept into the dimly lit backstage area, and heard the tinny bongo introduction to 'Meet me In The Red Room' being played. Harry's voice, distant, it seemed, was yelling, "Just ask her to meet you in the red room!" That was my cue. I parted the red and gold curtains deftly and stepped onstage with a flourish. As much as I despised selling myself, I grudgingly admitted that I loved performing.
"I'll meet you in the red room close the door and dim the lights." I cooed, watching the men in front of me practically wilt. I walked off the stage swinging my hips, still singing.
"I will be yours truly if indeed the price is right.
So draw your sword, be my king, let your passions rise and sing
Just show me the diamonds and I'll let you wear my ring." I extended my hand to show off a huge diamond ring, pausing to grab a necklace bristling with the clear stones and drape it around my neck with an appreciative giggle.
"So just lay down beside me let us consummate.." 'consummate' echoed the others. I wrapped my arms around another man, giving him a good view of my cleavage. His eyes bugged out as I laughed provocatively.
"I know you're bursting let me help you deflate." I turned to catch another piece of jewelry, a bracelet this time, and blew the hopeful guy a kiss.
"If you want to plug in for a high voltage connection
Show me cold hard cash and I will turn on my affections." I licked my lips and walked back onto the stage next to Harry, moaning and gasping naughtily in time to the music.
"So don't hesitate I won't kiss and tell
No need to worry cause.." I bent over, covering my hand with my mouth to stifle a not-so-innocent giggle. 'I'm a professional."
"The show can start as soon as I see money on the table" I dropped the bottom portion of my dress as the men catcalled happily.
"I've an empty space to fill I'm willing if you're able." There were calls of 'yes yes!' and 'meet ME in the red room!' I just smiled mistily, taking off my boa.
"I'll meet you in the red room close the door and dim the lights" I continued, wrapping my boa around one man that looked as if I was too good to be true. I laughed, wiggling against him before returning to the stage.
"I will be yours truly if indeed the price is right." The drumbeat went on, and Harry came up from behind me. "Which one is he?' I whispered, still dancing.
Harry looked around before hissing back, "The one sitting in the private booth next to back door." I glanced over and saw a man, looking unusually young to be in the Moulin Rouge, about my age actually, with brown bordering on black hair and warm brown eyes. I frowned. The guy seemed way to cute and nice to be in a place like this.
"Are you sure?" I asked, making sure I was still smiling to the men in front of the stage. Harry paused.
"Yes I'm sure." He said again, pressing a sword in a scabbard into my hand. I nodded, passing through the crowd, pausing to kiss a man on the cheek here and there and catching assorted jewelry before coming up to where the man I was supposed to see tonight was sitting. He was even more adorable closer up, I realized distantly. I drew the sword with a practiced arc, still managing to make it look raunchy.
"So draw your sword, be my king" I sang, pointing the blade at him.
Let your passions rise and sing
Just show me the diamonds and I'll let you wear my ring." I finished triumphantly, amused to see his face dissolve into an expression of surprised wonder. "So…will you meet me in the red room?" I purred. His mouth dropped open.
"But you see, I- I don't think-" he started to say. I frowned. This guy was rejecting ME? I turned around with an exaggerated whimper, hearing the crowd immediately, as if on cue, yell, 'awwwwwwwwwwwww!' I turned around to give him a pout quickly accompanied by a sultry smile.
"Meet me in the red room?" I said huskily again, this time putting the best irresistible sexual innuendo into it that I could.
"All right." He gasped out. I grinned victoriously. I knew he'd want to. They always do.