"Ariana, we'll start from your line," the director said.
Ariana nodded and adjusted her fat suit and headress. "An I might live to see thee married once, I have my wish."
Julie, the person playing Lady Capulet nodded. "Marry, that 'marry' is the very these I came to talk of." She took Satine's hand and they sat on a small bench. "Tell me, daughter Juliet, how stands your disposition to be married?"
Satine looked down, biting her lip, trying to keep back the emotions. After a moment's pause, she rose her head. "It. . . it is an. . . an honor that I dream not of," she said between sobs.
"Cut!" the director called. "Satine, may I see you for a second?" She rose from a seat in the audience.
Nodding her head, Satine rose her hand to her mouth and walked down the stairs at the side of the auditorium, actor's eyes glued on her.
"Satine," the director said softly, placing her hands on the student's shoulders. "Is there anything you'd like to talk about? Anything at all that's bothering you?"
Satine forced a smile. "What-what do you mean?"
"Just. . . if there's anything you'd like to talk about, and I mean anything, you can always come to me, all right?"
The girl smiled and nodded. "Ok," she whispered.
"Ok." The elderly director smiled. "Why don't you go backstage and rinse your face and have a little break, huh?"
"That would be nice, thank you."
She smiled again. "Ok everyone," she told the actors as Satine climbed the stairs and slipped behind the curtain. "We'll go to the beginning, and get the kinks out."
Satine slowly turned on the faucet and cupped her hands under the water, letting it slowly splash on her face. She felt the cool water mix with her tears and wash them away. She rung her hands and turned the water off and glanced up at the mirror.
"Why?" she whispered, drying her face off with a paper towel. "I. . . follow the night. Can't stand the light. When will I begin, to live again?"
She took a breath and smoothed her dress costume and left the dressing room, walking down the hall slowly. She thought back to when she was on stage. All her thoughts seemed to melt away, and hadn't even been prepared until the word 'marriage'. It was her dream to be on stage. The lights beckoned her, the stage hugged her. . . everything told her this was how it was supossed to be. All that time on the stage, all that pain and sorrow, everything was focused to become an actress, to have her name known. . . but now that it was right there in front of her, within her grasp, she felt sick.
"What more could you're love do for me?" she wondered. She didn't remember the Duken son very much, other than it was a dull night, quick too soon, and as always she had slipped out while he was sleeping.
"When will love be through with me?" All these feelings were creeping up on her suddenly and were spinning her head. Before it was so easy from going from one man to the other, not caring a bit for them, to make her more famous and rich. But all it made her feel was empty inside, not happier. "Why live life from dream to dream, and dread the day when dreaming. . . ends."
"Is that really what you believe?"
Satine whirled around and found herself eye-to-eye with Christian. He was so close, within arm distance. She once again felt so cold. His arms were right there, so close. She longed to drape them around her, her heart ached just seeing him.
"Christian. . ." she whispered, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head to his chest.
"I. . ." Slowly, he lowered his arms and held her.
Satine snuggled into his shoulder, feeling his warmth seep into her. "Don't let me go." She was afraid she'd turn to ice if he let go.
"Satine, I. . ."
She lifted her head and put a finger to his lips. "Don't talk. Move not, while my prayer's take effect." Before she fully knew what she was doing, she pressed her lips to his, raking her hands through his hair, moaning softly.
And he responded beautifully, slipping in his tongue and pulling her closer, hands behind her neck.
As their lips parted, he sighed. "I love you," he whispered, forehead pressed to hers.
She glanced up to his eyes and forced a smile. "You shouldn't."
He grinned widely. "I can't help it. . . you have me under your spell." He bit his lip and paused for a bit. "Do you. . . do you love me?"
She forced a laugh and turned away from his grasp. "Christian, I told you before. . . I can't."
"Why not?" he demanded, stepping in front of her.
"I can't fall in love."
"But a life without love. . . that's terrible!"
She whirled around. "No! Being cold and starving is!" To be level headed was to be safe. To love was reckless, and she pushed her hysterical feelings for him aside.
"Love is a many splendored thing. Love. . . lifts us up where we belong. All you need is love!" He grinned.
She sighed. "Please, don't start that again."
"All you need is love," he sang, taking her hands. "All you need is love! All you need is love!"
She sighed and dropped her hands from his. "Love is just a game," she insisted.
"I was made for loving you, baby. You were made for loving me."
"The only way of loving me baby, Is to pay a lovely fee," she whispered, looking back to see if he heard it.
"Just one night, just one night."
She shook her head. "There's no way, 'cause you can't pay."
He took her hands again and twirled her on the cold cement floor. "In the name of love, one night in the name of love."
She broke free. "You crazy fool, I won't give in to you." She started to move toward the door, but his voice broke into her intuition of walking away.
"Don't...leave me this way," he called softly, and she slowly turned around as he came closer to her and rested his palm on her cheek. "I can't survive, without your sweet love, oh baby. Don't leave me this way."
She stared into his eyes. "You'd think that people would have had enough of silly love songs."
"I look around me and I see it isn't so."
"Some people wanna fill the world with silly love songs."
He was staring at her mouth, coming closer as he sang, "Well, what's wrong with that? I'd like to know."
As he was almost to her lips she moved away. " 'Cause, here I go again!" He jumped up on a stage latter and flung his arms in the air. "Love lifts us up where we belong! Where eagles fly on a mountain high."
"Love makes us act like we are fools, throw our lives away, for one happy day."
He jumped down from the latter. "We could be heroes, just for one day."
She laughed and shook her head. "You. . . you will be mean."
"No, I won't," Christian insisted.
She ignored his words. "And I...I'll drink all the time." She thought of the worst turn-off she could think of.
He laughed at her expression. "We should be lovers!"
Satine looked up suddenly, staring into his eyes, but then looked away. "We can't do that," she whispered, remembering the 'good news' Harold had told her.
"We should be lovers, and that's a fact."
She looked up, his warm blue eyes glowing, so full of hope and warmth. Never had she seen more wonderful eyes. "Though nothing will keep us together," she insisted.
"We could steal time, just for one day." He took off his fossil watch and took out the pin, tossing it to the floor.
Satine smiled. He had stopped time, just so they could be in love.
"We could be heroes, forever and ever," they sang, Christian putting his hands on her waist. "We could be heroes, forever and ever. We could be heroes."
"Just because I will always love you!" he belted, his words so confincing.
She smiled. "And I can't help loving you." She looked once more into his eyes before whispering, a song that came to her mind suddenly, "How wonderful life is. . ."
"Now you're in the world," he finished, closing in the space between their mouths.
She was in heaven, pulling him closer, touching his neck, his hair. His hands were warm across her back, and she felt that nothing could ever be wrong. But. . .
Satine lifted her head suddenly. "No," she whispered.
Christian narrowed her eyebrows. "No? But what about all we just said? What about. . .?"
She smoothed his hair. "Darling, there are things you don't know about me. . . things you wouldn't like."
"I don't care," he whispered, brushing back a few strands of hair. "Everything about you. . . I love it so."
She bit her lip and turned away from his eyes to think more clearly. "You remember that night when you followed me out of the auditorium? And you went to a strip club?"
Christian smiled behind her back. "Yeah. . ."
"Well, I saw you there that night."
"Then. . . then you do work th-" He stopped suddenly and shook his head, pacing. "No, no, no, no-"
Satine looked over her shoulder and whispered, "Yes." She took in a deep breath, and then sang softly, "Meet you in the red room, close the door and dim the lights. I will be yours truly if indeed the price is ri-"
"Stop," he said quietly, his hand on his face. "They. . . they called you diamond."
"I'm the Sparkling Diamond of the Red Room."
"And your family? What do they think of this?"
"My parents are dead. And. . . Uncle Harold owns the place."
"You mean he let's his own NEICE. . . do. . .?"
Satine wiped away a few tears. "Yes," she whispered, looking down. "I sell myself for money, I'm a hooker, I'm a prostitute, I'm a courtesan. Whatever you'd like to call me."
He looked up suddenly at her. "But. . . you can't be."
She nodded. "The night you came to the Red Room, I saw you, looked right into your eyes and cried. And I ran off stage."
Christian shook his head. "No. No. No, you are not-"
"Hey, you guy's are still here?" Ariana asked, still standing in her fat suit. "Director ended the rehearsal a couple minutes ago."
"Thanks," Satine said, forcing a smile. "In just a minute."
Ariana nodded and left.
There was a long moment of cold silence.
"Well," Satine said suddenly, looking at his turned away face. "I guess there's nothing more to say."
And she walked past him and out the door.
------------------------------------------ Disclaimer: All characters belong to Baz, me, and my good friend William Shakespeare.
A/N: Ok, well I hope you liked this! They love each other, they do! Christian just needs a breather I think. What will the next chapter bring? Hmm. . . even I wonder.
Songs used: 'One Day I'll Fly Away' was written by Will Jennings and Joe Sample, and 'ELM' by a bunch of people.
Ariana nodded and adjusted her fat suit and headress. "An I might live to see thee married once, I have my wish."
Julie, the person playing Lady Capulet nodded. "Marry, that 'marry' is the very these I came to talk of." She took Satine's hand and they sat on a small bench. "Tell me, daughter Juliet, how stands your disposition to be married?"
Satine looked down, biting her lip, trying to keep back the emotions. After a moment's pause, she rose her head. "It. . . it is an. . . an honor that I dream not of," she said between sobs.
"Cut!" the director called. "Satine, may I see you for a second?" She rose from a seat in the audience.
Nodding her head, Satine rose her hand to her mouth and walked down the stairs at the side of the auditorium, actor's eyes glued on her.
"Satine," the director said softly, placing her hands on the student's shoulders. "Is there anything you'd like to talk about? Anything at all that's bothering you?"
Satine forced a smile. "What-what do you mean?"
"Just. . . if there's anything you'd like to talk about, and I mean anything, you can always come to me, all right?"
The girl smiled and nodded. "Ok," she whispered.
"Ok." The elderly director smiled. "Why don't you go backstage and rinse your face and have a little break, huh?"
"That would be nice, thank you."
She smiled again. "Ok everyone," she told the actors as Satine climbed the stairs and slipped behind the curtain. "We'll go to the beginning, and get the kinks out."
Satine slowly turned on the faucet and cupped her hands under the water, letting it slowly splash on her face. She felt the cool water mix with her tears and wash them away. She rung her hands and turned the water off and glanced up at the mirror.
"Why?" she whispered, drying her face off with a paper towel. "I. . . follow the night. Can't stand the light. When will I begin, to live again?"
She took a breath and smoothed her dress costume and left the dressing room, walking down the hall slowly. She thought back to when she was on stage. All her thoughts seemed to melt away, and hadn't even been prepared until the word 'marriage'. It was her dream to be on stage. The lights beckoned her, the stage hugged her. . . everything told her this was how it was supossed to be. All that time on the stage, all that pain and sorrow, everything was focused to become an actress, to have her name known. . . but now that it was right there in front of her, within her grasp, she felt sick.
"What more could you're love do for me?" she wondered. She didn't remember the Duken son very much, other than it was a dull night, quick too soon, and as always she had slipped out while he was sleeping.
"When will love be through with me?" All these feelings were creeping up on her suddenly and were spinning her head. Before it was so easy from going from one man to the other, not caring a bit for them, to make her more famous and rich. But all it made her feel was empty inside, not happier. "Why live life from dream to dream, and dread the day when dreaming. . . ends."
"Is that really what you believe?"
Satine whirled around and found herself eye-to-eye with Christian. He was so close, within arm distance. She once again felt so cold. His arms were right there, so close. She longed to drape them around her, her heart ached just seeing him.
"Christian. . ." she whispered, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head to his chest.
"I. . ." Slowly, he lowered his arms and held her.
Satine snuggled into his shoulder, feeling his warmth seep into her. "Don't let me go." She was afraid she'd turn to ice if he let go.
"Satine, I. . ."
She lifted her head and put a finger to his lips. "Don't talk. Move not, while my prayer's take effect." Before she fully knew what she was doing, she pressed her lips to his, raking her hands through his hair, moaning softly.
And he responded beautifully, slipping in his tongue and pulling her closer, hands behind her neck.
As their lips parted, he sighed. "I love you," he whispered, forehead pressed to hers.
She glanced up to his eyes and forced a smile. "You shouldn't."
He grinned widely. "I can't help it. . . you have me under your spell." He bit his lip and paused for a bit. "Do you. . . do you love me?"
She forced a laugh and turned away from his grasp. "Christian, I told you before. . . I can't."
"Why not?" he demanded, stepping in front of her.
"I can't fall in love."
"But a life without love. . . that's terrible!"
She whirled around. "No! Being cold and starving is!" To be level headed was to be safe. To love was reckless, and she pushed her hysterical feelings for him aside.
"Love is a many splendored thing. Love. . . lifts us up where we belong. All you need is love!" He grinned.
She sighed. "Please, don't start that again."
"All you need is love," he sang, taking her hands. "All you need is love! All you need is love!"
She sighed and dropped her hands from his. "Love is just a game," she insisted.
"I was made for loving you, baby. You were made for loving me."
"The only way of loving me baby, Is to pay a lovely fee," she whispered, looking back to see if he heard it.
"Just one night, just one night."
She shook her head. "There's no way, 'cause you can't pay."
He took her hands again and twirled her on the cold cement floor. "In the name of love, one night in the name of love."
She broke free. "You crazy fool, I won't give in to you." She started to move toward the door, but his voice broke into her intuition of walking away.
"Don't...leave me this way," he called softly, and she slowly turned around as he came closer to her and rested his palm on her cheek. "I can't survive, without your sweet love, oh baby. Don't leave me this way."
She stared into his eyes. "You'd think that people would have had enough of silly love songs."
"I look around me and I see it isn't so."
"Some people wanna fill the world with silly love songs."
He was staring at her mouth, coming closer as he sang, "Well, what's wrong with that? I'd like to know."
As he was almost to her lips she moved away. " 'Cause, here I go again!" He jumped up on a stage latter and flung his arms in the air. "Love lifts us up where we belong! Where eagles fly on a mountain high."
"Love makes us act like we are fools, throw our lives away, for one happy day."
He jumped down from the latter. "We could be heroes, just for one day."
She laughed and shook her head. "You. . . you will be mean."
"No, I won't," Christian insisted.
She ignored his words. "And I...I'll drink all the time." She thought of the worst turn-off she could think of.
He laughed at her expression. "We should be lovers!"
Satine looked up suddenly, staring into his eyes, but then looked away. "We can't do that," she whispered, remembering the 'good news' Harold had told her.
"We should be lovers, and that's a fact."
She looked up, his warm blue eyes glowing, so full of hope and warmth. Never had she seen more wonderful eyes. "Though nothing will keep us together," she insisted.
"We could steal time, just for one day." He took off his fossil watch and took out the pin, tossing it to the floor.
Satine smiled. He had stopped time, just so they could be in love.
"We could be heroes, forever and ever," they sang, Christian putting his hands on her waist. "We could be heroes, forever and ever. We could be heroes."
"Just because I will always love you!" he belted, his words so confincing.
She smiled. "And I can't help loving you." She looked once more into his eyes before whispering, a song that came to her mind suddenly, "How wonderful life is. . ."
"Now you're in the world," he finished, closing in the space between their mouths.
She was in heaven, pulling him closer, touching his neck, his hair. His hands were warm across her back, and she felt that nothing could ever be wrong. But. . .
Satine lifted her head suddenly. "No," she whispered.
Christian narrowed her eyebrows. "No? But what about all we just said? What about. . .?"
She smoothed his hair. "Darling, there are things you don't know about me. . . things you wouldn't like."
"I don't care," he whispered, brushing back a few strands of hair. "Everything about you. . . I love it so."
She bit her lip and turned away from his eyes to think more clearly. "You remember that night when you followed me out of the auditorium? And you went to a strip club?"
Christian smiled behind her back. "Yeah. . ."
"Well, I saw you there that night."
"Then. . . then you do work th-" He stopped suddenly and shook his head, pacing. "No, no, no, no-"
Satine looked over her shoulder and whispered, "Yes." She took in a deep breath, and then sang softly, "Meet you in the red room, close the door and dim the lights. I will be yours truly if indeed the price is ri-"
"Stop," he said quietly, his hand on his face. "They. . . they called you diamond."
"I'm the Sparkling Diamond of the Red Room."
"And your family? What do they think of this?"
"My parents are dead. And. . . Uncle Harold owns the place."
"You mean he let's his own NEICE. . . do. . .?"
Satine wiped away a few tears. "Yes," she whispered, looking down. "I sell myself for money, I'm a hooker, I'm a prostitute, I'm a courtesan. Whatever you'd like to call me."
He looked up suddenly at her. "But. . . you can't be."
She nodded. "The night you came to the Red Room, I saw you, looked right into your eyes and cried. And I ran off stage."
Christian shook his head. "No. No. No, you are not-"
"Hey, you guy's are still here?" Ariana asked, still standing in her fat suit. "Director ended the rehearsal a couple minutes ago."
"Thanks," Satine said, forcing a smile. "In just a minute."
Ariana nodded and left.
There was a long moment of cold silence.
"Well," Satine said suddenly, looking at his turned away face. "I guess there's nothing more to say."
And she walked past him and out the door.
------------------------------------------ Disclaimer: All characters belong to Baz, me, and my good friend William Shakespeare.
A/N: Ok, well I hope you liked this! They love each other, they do! Christian just needs a breather I think. What will the next chapter bring? Hmm. . . even I wonder.
Songs used: 'One Day I'll Fly Away' was written by Will Jennings and Joe Sample, and 'ELM' by a bunch of people.