Disclaimer: "Moulin Rouge" and it's characters belong to BLAM and the
wonderful folks of 20th Century Fox. Basically. But wouldn't it be great to
even just LEASE Christian and Satine for, even, just a while?
**************************************************************************** ******* "Christian, she's not here anymore," Toulouse said with so much depression and empathy. But I kept on looking. After about a few minutes the Argentinean went up to me and punched me in the face. It took about three punches to knock me out.
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"Did you have to hit him so hard, he's just a boy?" Satie said as I started to recover my consciousness.
"Yes," the Argentinean answered and then fell flat on his back asleep. After a few moments, I was back on my feet and feeling perfectly fine.
"Where am I?" I asked aloud. I looked at Satie.
"At home, Christian," he said as though he was talking to a child. I looked at him amusedly and then remembered Satine.
"Satine!" I said looking around frantically.
"Oh, dear, he's lost it, again," Toulouse said to Satie. They exchanged looks of worry.
"No," I said, "I haven't. Toulouse, Satie, Doc--," I looked at Doc, who was still under the influence, " I saw her, Satine. The breeze, with the birds, the smoke-her." I could tell they were confused with my ramblings. Then, I remembered, before the shot, before I saw them, before the Duke, Satine was a mere touch away.
I took the diamant out of my pocket; it shone like a single star in the darkest night. Their mouths dropped, even the drunken Doc. I explained, calmly, what had happened. Their jaws hung, suspended in mid-air, and when I had finished, they had dropped a little bit more.
"Satine?" Toulouse started.
"An angel?" Satie finished. I took a step back, an angel? She did save me from that crash, didn't she?
"A guardian angel," Doc said, soberly and knowingly, "You're guardian angel." He looked at me assuringly as my face was sketched out in question.
"My guardian angel?" I asked aloud, "My guardian angel," I confirmed myself, thinking about it,
"My guardian angel.."
*Note: How was it? Short? Dorky? Do you think this is how Christian would have written it? Constructive criticism is always welcome and suggestions and comments, too. I hope this was not a waste of your time!!!!!!!!!!!
**************************************************************************** ******* "Christian, she's not here anymore," Toulouse said with so much depression and empathy. But I kept on looking. After about a few minutes the Argentinean went up to me and punched me in the face. It took about three punches to knock me out.
~
"Did you have to hit him so hard, he's just a boy?" Satie said as I started to recover my consciousness.
"Yes," the Argentinean answered and then fell flat on his back asleep. After a few moments, I was back on my feet and feeling perfectly fine.
"Where am I?" I asked aloud. I looked at Satie.
"At home, Christian," he said as though he was talking to a child. I looked at him amusedly and then remembered Satine.
"Satine!" I said looking around frantically.
"Oh, dear, he's lost it, again," Toulouse said to Satie. They exchanged looks of worry.
"No," I said, "I haven't. Toulouse, Satie, Doc--," I looked at Doc, who was still under the influence, " I saw her, Satine. The breeze, with the birds, the smoke-her." I could tell they were confused with my ramblings. Then, I remembered, before the shot, before I saw them, before the Duke, Satine was a mere touch away.
I took the diamant out of my pocket; it shone like a single star in the darkest night. Their mouths dropped, even the drunken Doc. I explained, calmly, what had happened. Their jaws hung, suspended in mid-air, and when I had finished, they had dropped a little bit more.
"Satine?" Toulouse started.
"An angel?" Satie finished. I took a step back, an angel? She did save me from that crash, didn't she?
"A guardian angel," Doc said, soberly and knowingly, "You're guardian angel." He looked at me assuringly as my face was sketched out in question.
"My guardian angel?" I asked aloud, "My guardian angel," I confirmed myself, thinking about it,
"My guardian angel.."
*Note: How was it? Short? Dorky? Do you think this is how Christian would have written it? Constructive criticism is always welcome and suggestions and comments, too. I hope this was not a waste of your time!!!!!!!!!!!