Toby – Dancer, Diamond Dog, and Bad Girl. 18 years old.

Falcon – The only Bohemian girl (Unless you count Audrey as a girl…creepy) 16 years old.

Faith – The waitress at the Moulin Rouge. She has no interest in anything at the Moulin Rouge. Dreams of becoming a Bohemian Revolutionary. 17 years old.

Katrina (Kitty) – Another dancer. Wants to leave Montmartre

A/N: All of the characters above are the characters I made up for the story. OK, so I didn't make them up. Modeled after my best friends, (and myself x.x) I imagined what we all would be doing if we were at the Moulin Rouge. Set in 1899, not modern. Enjoy, and R/R. No flames. They burn the story to a crisp, and I don't use fire-resistant paper.

~~~~It's a story about love~~~~

Looking to the stars. The stars gave such hope, like there was no end. She began to think of all of the possibilities. She could get out of the Moulin Rouge one day. No more drunken, disgusting men whistling at her as she served them more alcohol. She would be free. Free to live again…

'Anottew absinthe pwease!!" POW. A shot glass slammed against the wooden bar counter. If that didn't wake one up, what could?, "Huwwy up! Huwwy up!!" The voice nagged again.

"Oh, I'm going. Hold on.' She answered irritated, looking at whom she was serving. Even though she had only been working there for less then a week, she noticed his face around more then often. "There, are you happy?" She slammed the shot of absinthe in front of him, spilling some of its contents. Then, she collapsed onto the bar counter again to take another much needed nap. The man she was serving turned away.

"Wew'l. Woke up on the w'ong thide of the bed today, didn't we." He murmured as last words.

"Actually I didn't wake up at all. Spend the whole night outside. Drunk, I suppose. Staring at the stars. How silly of me. Why am I telling you this?" A voice came from the collapsed women.

"What ith youw name, eh?" The man looked up interested.

"Faith" The women answered. She looked up for a split second to see him open his mouth, as if he were to say his name with much dignity. "I don't want to know your name. I just want some sleep." And with that she dosed off.

"Wew'l, awight then." He turned around with annoyance, but quickly found interest in one of the Diamond Dogs who had walked up to him.