Author's Note --- All right. This is yet another story where Satine didn't
die at the end of Moulin Rouge. But who would wanna read one where she
does? Those are depressing! Anyway, no, I'm not the oh-so-talented Baz. I
am not God. Mr. Luhrman owns everything. So ya can't sue me!
In The End
The curtain fell, leaving the audience out front cheering madly. The night was over. Spectacular Spectacular had been a success; no one had fallen on their butts or made a fool out of themselves (out of the actors, that is; the Duke doesn't count.), and Satine was in Christian's arms once again.
Everyone backstage was hugging, kissing, and congratulating their fellow actors. All Christian wanted was to hold Satine, and bask in the warm knowledge that she loved him. But, every time they were left alone, another small swarm of people pulled them apart, everyone wanting to congratulate the writer and lead actress. Satine sent a knowing glance towards Christian, her eyes assuring him she'd make it up to him. And, as the crowd began to disperse around them, Zidler's jolly voice erupted around them.
"Everyone, hurry up! It's time for curtain call! Narcoleptic Argentinean, Satine, and I last!" He paused, leaning down as someone said something to him. "Oh yes, and Christian. Everyone else, get in your places!"
The remaining four were ushered back to where they couldn't be seen as the curtain raised, and the other actors took their bows. Soon, Christian, Satine, Harold, and the Narcoleptic Argentinean were hurried onstage after the others, and the audience erupted into a chaotic frenzy of cheering. The four actors took each other's hands and bowed, causing yet even more commotion from the audience. After nearly ten minutes of encore, the curtains fell for the final time that evening.
Backstage, they were once more smothered with people, and Satine had to clasp onto Christian's hand to keep from losing him, as he pushed forth through people, leading them out of the Moulin Rouge and back towards his garret.
As they stepped out of the Moulin Rouge, Satine let out a relieved sigh, still following behind Christian. "It's over. I'm so glad it's over," she whispers, almost too softly to be heard. But Christian responded. "Yes, it's all done. You're finally going to become a famous actress. You're going to be a star."
As they entered Christian's garret, Satine immediately felt the swarm of emotions overwhelm her. Sure, everything was great now. But still, she knew how badly she had hurt Christian. She knew how she deceived him must have killed him inside… It certainly killed her. "Christian," she murmurs softly, having to choke back a sob. "I'm so sorry…"
At her apology, Christian reaches his arms out to her, wrapping her in his warm embrace. He says nothing for a moment, just too happy to have her in his arms. He takes a deep breath of her perfume, before using a hand to lift her chin so she will look into his eyes. "Satine, it's alright now. Everything's all right. You're okay, I'm okay. We're together. I forgive you for what you did. It doesn't matter anymore. The Duke is gone. He'll never hurt you again," he says, smiling softly into her sad face. "You hurt me. That's obvious, and I'm not denying it. And, I guess, after tonight I can see your reason. But none of that matters. I love you, Satine."
At the sound of his voice forgiving her, loving her despite what she put him through, she smiles, allowing herself to just melt in his hold. However, she is soon forced to let go, as Christian suddenly shifts positions and pulls away from her.
"Satine, there's something I want to ask you. Something I need to ask you. I haven't known you very long. But I do know that I love you, that I've always loved you, even before I knew you. I know that without you, I'd die. My world would be nothing. You're the sun in my sky, the song in my heart. Satine…" He gingerly reaches into his pocket, removing a small velvet box. Satine gasps, anticipating what's coming. He opens it, revealing a small, gold, diamond engagement ring. It's certainly nothing like what the Duke had given her. It was smaller, simpler, classier. And definitely less expensive. Still, it was several karats, and that was certainly more than Christian could afford. "I… how..?" Satine stammers, wondering how her penniless poet had purchased such an exquisite, expensive ring. He ignores her mumbling, and reaches out to take her hand with his own free hand. "Will you make me the happiest man in the world and be my wife?"
Satine's eyes once more well with tears, these happy, and she opens her mouth to answer. However, just as she does so, she feels the cold hands of her illness gripping her, and she begins gasping for breath. She collapses, yet Christian manages to save her before she hits the floor. "Satine??? Satine!"
Somehow, Satine manages to murmur the words, "I'm dying, Christian," before losing consciousness.
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The End. Should I continue this or not? Lem'me know, please!
In The End
The curtain fell, leaving the audience out front cheering madly. The night was over. Spectacular Spectacular had been a success; no one had fallen on their butts or made a fool out of themselves (out of the actors, that is; the Duke doesn't count.), and Satine was in Christian's arms once again.
Everyone backstage was hugging, kissing, and congratulating their fellow actors. All Christian wanted was to hold Satine, and bask in the warm knowledge that she loved him. But, every time they were left alone, another small swarm of people pulled them apart, everyone wanting to congratulate the writer and lead actress. Satine sent a knowing glance towards Christian, her eyes assuring him she'd make it up to him. And, as the crowd began to disperse around them, Zidler's jolly voice erupted around them.
"Everyone, hurry up! It's time for curtain call! Narcoleptic Argentinean, Satine, and I last!" He paused, leaning down as someone said something to him. "Oh yes, and Christian. Everyone else, get in your places!"
The remaining four were ushered back to where they couldn't be seen as the curtain raised, and the other actors took their bows. Soon, Christian, Satine, Harold, and the Narcoleptic Argentinean were hurried onstage after the others, and the audience erupted into a chaotic frenzy of cheering. The four actors took each other's hands and bowed, causing yet even more commotion from the audience. After nearly ten minutes of encore, the curtains fell for the final time that evening.
Backstage, they were once more smothered with people, and Satine had to clasp onto Christian's hand to keep from losing him, as he pushed forth through people, leading them out of the Moulin Rouge and back towards his garret.
As they stepped out of the Moulin Rouge, Satine let out a relieved sigh, still following behind Christian. "It's over. I'm so glad it's over," she whispers, almost too softly to be heard. But Christian responded. "Yes, it's all done. You're finally going to become a famous actress. You're going to be a star."
As they entered Christian's garret, Satine immediately felt the swarm of emotions overwhelm her. Sure, everything was great now. But still, she knew how badly she had hurt Christian. She knew how she deceived him must have killed him inside… It certainly killed her. "Christian," she murmurs softly, having to choke back a sob. "I'm so sorry…"
At her apology, Christian reaches his arms out to her, wrapping her in his warm embrace. He says nothing for a moment, just too happy to have her in his arms. He takes a deep breath of her perfume, before using a hand to lift her chin so she will look into his eyes. "Satine, it's alright now. Everything's all right. You're okay, I'm okay. We're together. I forgive you for what you did. It doesn't matter anymore. The Duke is gone. He'll never hurt you again," he says, smiling softly into her sad face. "You hurt me. That's obvious, and I'm not denying it. And, I guess, after tonight I can see your reason. But none of that matters. I love you, Satine."
At the sound of his voice forgiving her, loving her despite what she put him through, she smiles, allowing herself to just melt in his hold. However, she is soon forced to let go, as Christian suddenly shifts positions and pulls away from her.
"Satine, there's something I want to ask you. Something I need to ask you. I haven't known you very long. But I do know that I love you, that I've always loved you, even before I knew you. I know that without you, I'd die. My world would be nothing. You're the sun in my sky, the song in my heart. Satine…" He gingerly reaches into his pocket, removing a small velvet box. Satine gasps, anticipating what's coming. He opens it, revealing a small, gold, diamond engagement ring. It's certainly nothing like what the Duke had given her. It was smaller, simpler, classier. And definitely less expensive. Still, it was several karats, and that was certainly more than Christian could afford. "I… how..?" Satine stammers, wondering how her penniless poet had purchased such an exquisite, expensive ring. He ignores her mumbling, and reaches out to take her hand with his own free hand. "Will you make me the happiest man in the world and be my wife?"
Satine's eyes once more well with tears, these happy, and she opens her mouth to answer. However, just as she does so, she feels the cold hands of her illness gripping her, and she begins gasping for breath. She collapses, yet Christian manages to save her before she hits the floor. "Satine??? Satine!"
Somehow, Satine manages to murmur the words, "I'm dying, Christian," before losing consciousness.
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The End. Should I continue this or not? Lem'me know, please!