From A Sparkling Diamond
Chapter Three
It was now the early hours of the morning. The past night's show had gone perfectly and the Moulin Rouge girls earned their keep that night. That had included me.
The gentleman that had graced me with his presence was still asleep, so I threw on my long cotton robe and walked out. I knew I was destined to be great, but there had to be something more out there.
("Belle Reprise" from Beauty and the Beast)
"Madame Karrie"-- can't you just see it?
"Madame Karrie"—in "love"".
No sir, not me! I guarantee it. *sarcasm*
I want much more than this provincial life!
I want adventure in the great wide somewhere.
I want it more than I can tell.
And for once it might be grand,
to have someone understand.
I want so much more than they've got planned...
Just then the door to backstage opened. It was Zidler. "Sakari, I need your help." He walked in, followed by Chocolat carrying a figure of a girl. She was put down on a sofa.
"This is Satine. I found her on our doorsteps." I looked at this poor girl. Her eyes were sunken in, cheek bones were jaunting out, and bruises that covered her face and arms. Her hair had been chopped off very short and was stringy. She would never be a Moulin Rouge dancer.
"I want you to teach her the ropes. The basics. And with Marie's help get her better. She could turn to be valuable asset to the Moulin Rouge." I was shocked, but agreed none the less.
And so we brought Satine into the folds of Monmarte, the Underworld and the Moulin Rouge.