Disclaimer: Bazzie owns all of the Moulin Rouge goodies. The song is 'Learn to do it (waltz reprise)' from Anastasia.
A/N: Madi *shrugs* just cause I haven't dedicated anything to her in a long while.
Zidler watched the forbidden couple in turmoil. He wanted so badly to kick that damned writer out of his club and forbid him from ever setting foot in his beloved Moulin Rouge again. The boy was brainwashing his best courtesan in his own clever way, keeping her from doing what she does best.
But as he watched Satine through her head back in a laughing delight, his heart broke. She was in love. If he threw the boy out now… Satine would never be Satine again.
"It's one, two, three and suddenly, I see it at a glance." He watched as the writer twirled his love into his arms. Christian leaned in hoping for a kiss, but with a finger to his lips, she diminished any hope of that.
Zidler shivered. She knew in a room full of paying customers, a free kiss would cost a fortune. "She's radiant and confident, and born to take this chance…" Satine had stolen a secret kiss on the poet's neck. Zidler, though in a silent outrage, thought it a sweet token of their love no matter how forbidden it was. "I taught her well, I planned it all, I just forgot romance." Zidler sank onto the floor. His world was coming crashing down because of a romance that should never have blossomed. "Lass, how could you do this?" Her copper red hair was straying ever so slightly from her braid. She looked simply breathtaking. The Duke was noticing it too. He was sitting in the same corner he always did, drinking the bitter beer he always drank, brimming with anger. Zidler would have to come up with yet another of his vibrant lies to get them out of this mess. "How will we get through this?" He asked her as Christian led her into another long dunk. He sighed a long sigh. "I never should have let them dance…"