Author's Note: Sorry it took so long for chapter four, I'm very busy, with
drama, voice lessons, and school. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, you
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A Good Night's Sleep Chapter 5
Heather ran through the slums of Montmatre. She couldn't remember a time when she was more anxious. At the first sight of the windmill, she stopped to catch her breath. Looking up, the sky was cloudy, and she felt a raindrop on her skyward facing forehead. It quickly turned into a storm, and instinct kicked in, telling Heather to find cover. She ran to the back of the building, reaching a concrete overhang. Drying herself off took only a minute, and when our hero glanced up at the painted door, she couldn't believe her luck. STAGE DOOR, it read, and with sack in had, she entered the building.
Inside, the Moulin was bustling with nervous energy. Heather immediatly spotted Nini dabbing rouge on Babydoll's face. She couldn't believe she was here, with the characters, IN Paris! A quick poke in her side brought her back to reality.
"Miss, are you here to help?" a woman said. Heather recognized her as Marie, the mentour of Satine.
"Yes, I am. I was here on request from Harold for Satine," Heather said, faking an accent. She figuered it'd help her fit in. And some guys think it's sexy!
"Right this way, oh yes, what did you say your name was?" Marie called, not looking back and charging around.
"Um, Layla," she yelled, taking the name from an Eric Clapton song her Dad always played and continuing her rampage to the dressing room.
Marie suddenly stopped in front of an oak-paneled door. "Well, Layla, here you go. Try to calm the girl down, will ya?" Without waiting for Heather's reply, Marie stormed off yet again, in the opposite direction. She stepped peered inside the room, meeting the stare of none other than Satine, dressed in the costume for the opening.
"Mslle. Satine? I'm Layla, I'm here to assist you," she said warmly.
"Oh, hello," she replied. As she opened her mouth to say something, Satine started a coughing fit. Heather, totally blown away, decided she might cough up a lung if action was not taken. Filling the siringe when Satine turned away, Heather walked over, said encouraging things.
"Oh, you're nervous, hun? I have a nursing degree, I can help you," Heather said, trying not to sound nervous. Satine believed 'Layla', and handed her her arm. Finding a good spot with a pulse like she had seen done on E.R., Heather prayed for success and stuck the needle in her arm. Blaming the quick medicine injection on nerves, she thought of what to say next.
"There now, you're better now. Just don't overwork yourself, Star," Heather ordered. Realizing her work was done, she turned to leave. "Wait!" Satine said, her coughing spell had vanished. "Where are you going?"
"Oh, me? I have to go get myself home."
"Really? Well, thank you," she replied, with a weak smile.
"No bother," Heather muttered, walking out the door and into a light.
A Good Night's Sleep Chapter 5
Heather ran through the slums of Montmatre. She couldn't remember a time when she was more anxious. At the first sight of the windmill, she stopped to catch her breath. Looking up, the sky was cloudy, and she felt a raindrop on her skyward facing forehead. It quickly turned into a storm, and instinct kicked in, telling Heather to find cover. She ran to the back of the building, reaching a concrete overhang. Drying herself off took only a minute, and when our hero glanced up at the painted door, she couldn't believe her luck. STAGE DOOR, it read, and with sack in had, she entered the building.
Inside, the Moulin was bustling with nervous energy. Heather immediatly spotted Nini dabbing rouge on Babydoll's face. She couldn't believe she was here, with the characters, IN Paris! A quick poke in her side brought her back to reality.
"Miss, are you here to help?" a woman said. Heather recognized her as Marie, the mentour of Satine.
"Yes, I am. I was here on request from Harold for Satine," Heather said, faking an accent. She figuered it'd help her fit in. And some guys think it's sexy!
"Right this way, oh yes, what did you say your name was?" Marie called, not looking back and charging around.
"Um, Layla," she yelled, taking the name from an Eric Clapton song her Dad always played and continuing her rampage to the dressing room.
Marie suddenly stopped in front of an oak-paneled door. "Well, Layla, here you go. Try to calm the girl down, will ya?" Without waiting for Heather's reply, Marie stormed off yet again, in the opposite direction. She stepped peered inside the room, meeting the stare of none other than Satine, dressed in the costume for the opening.
"Mslle. Satine? I'm Layla, I'm here to assist you," she said warmly.
"Oh, hello," she replied. As she opened her mouth to say something, Satine started a coughing fit. Heather, totally blown away, decided she might cough up a lung if action was not taken. Filling the siringe when Satine turned away, Heather walked over, said encouraging things.
"Oh, you're nervous, hun? I have a nursing degree, I can help you," Heather said, trying not to sound nervous. Satine believed 'Layla', and handed her her arm. Finding a good spot with a pulse like she had seen done on E.R., Heather prayed for success and stuck the needle in her arm. Blaming the quick medicine injection on nerves, she thought of what to say next.
"There now, you're better now. Just don't overwork yourself, Star," Heather ordered. Realizing her work was done, she turned to leave. "Wait!" Satine said, her coughing spell had vanished. "Where are you going?"
"Oh, me? I have to go get myself home."
"Really? Well, thank you," she replied, with a weak smile.
"No bother," Heather muttered, walking out the door and into a light.