"Satie, stop!" Rosalie shouted, her heels clicking against the street.

The young man stopped and turned around. It was a slightly breezy morning, with the sun peeking out over the rooftops, but it was light enough for Satie to see that it was Rosalie running towards him.

Rosalie finally caught up to Satie and talked breathlessly, "I just wanted to tell you I had an amazing time talking to you. You're a very interesting person. I hope to see you tonight at the club. Will you be working?"

"Of course, unless Monsieur Zidler wants to fire me already!" Satie responded nervously.

"Good, well, see you then I guess." Rosalie said with a smile on her face. She kissed Satie on the cheek and walked away, and Satie continued on his way home.

"Where have you been? I've been sitting up all night waiting for you!" Honora screamed, a few minutes later as Satie walked into their apartment.

"A few people got together for drinks after the evening was over. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, darling." Satie explained, removing his coat and shoes.

"Is this going to become a habit? Am I going to become an old maid before my time?" Honora said, pacing in front of him impatiently, her wavy dark blonde hair cascading down her back.

"I don't know, Honora. Tomorrow will probably be the last night. Is that alright with you?" Satie tried to compromise.

Honora sighed, nodding her head. Complaining about a splitting headache and drinking some hot tea, she crawled into bed with Satie.

*That Evening

Satie arrived at the Moulin Rouge early that evening to help set things up, and he could see a long line waiting to get inside. It seemed to be much larger than the one from before. He sneaked inside and found Harold, who was talking to one of the other musicians.

"Excuse me, Monsieur, but why is there a long line waiting to get in? It wasn't that long last night." Satie observed.

"Rosalie Gisela is debuting her new song. You should be getting the music for it within the hour." The cheery man responded with a huge smile on his face.

Satie shrugged and headed to the piano to warm up. The few moments of peace inside the dance hall were very relaxing. Satie didn't notice anyone in the hall, and played the scales before starting a beautiful and bright melody. A tap on his shoulder and a piece of music being set on the piano interrupted him. Satie stared at the piece in disbelief—was Rosalie really going to sing the song?

*Later

With an energetic drum roll, Harold Zidler stepped up to the podium, a dazzling smile on his face and his cheeks painted a fantastic shade of pink. He waved his arms enthusiastically, and the lights dimmed except for the ones on him.

"Presenting, for your entertainment, Mademoiselle Rosalie Gisela singing a song that she herself wrote for tonight, entitled 'Material Girl'!" he boasted. The lights were then centered on what looked like a tower of can- can dancers, all dressed in their colorful costumes. The band began to play, and the dancers fluttered away, revealing the scantily clad Rosalie. She smiled seductively at the crowd, her blood-red outfit shimmering in the light. Her neck was adorned with a pearl necklace and her red-gloved arms shimmered with gold and diamond bangles and rings. Her voice rang out into the room, above the music.

Some boys kiss me, some boys hug me

I think they're okay

If they don't give me proper credit

I just walk away

They can beg and they can plead

But they can't see the light, that's right

'Cause the boy with the cold hard cash

Is always Mister Right, 'cause we are…

Living in a material world

And I am a material girl

You know that we are living in a material world

And I am a material girl

Some boys romance, some boys slow dance

That's all right with me

If they can't raise my interest then I

Have to let them be

Some boys try and some boys lie but

I don't let them play

Only boys who save their pennies

Make my rainy day, 'cause they are…

Living in a material world

And I am a material girl

You know that we are living in a material world

And I am a material girl

Living in a material world (material)

Living in a material world

Living in a material world (material)

Living in a material world

Boys may come and boys may go

And that's all right you see

Experience has made me rich

And now they're after me, 'cause everybody's…

Living in a material world

And I am a material girl

You know that we are living in a material world

And I am a material girl

A material, a material, a material, a material world

Living in a material world (material)

Living in a material world

During the song, the dancers twirled around Rosalie, showing their legs and kicking their heels. The chorus repeated at the end of the song, getting quieter until the wonderful sound of thunderous applause filled the dancehall. Harold rushed up to Rosalie at the end of her number, presenting her with a large bouquet of roses. As for the rest of the night? Let's just say it wasn't as interesting as Rosalie's song. Afterwards, Harold invited everyone for drinks in the Elephant. The alcohol must have had an adverse effect on me, because I soon found myself wildly kissing Rosalie in her dressing room. The first thought that ran through my head was what I was paying her, but then a tiny little memory popped up in my brain…

"I thought you didn't get involved with poor guys like me."

"I'm making an exception tonight." Rosalie had said in her sultry voice.

To be continued…

Songs used: "Material Girl" by Madonna (Yes, a part of it was in the movie, but what if Satine got that part from a former dancer? See where I'm going with it? Ha!)