Christian paced up and down,
Where was she?
He looked at his watch; it had been hours since she had gone.
What could be keeping her?
Christian sat down on his bed and gazed out the window, it was almost dawn
but the lights of the Moulin Rouge were still ablaze, he squinted, the
lights in the Elephant Room were all turned off.
Where could she be?
All these questions kept entering his mind, what if the Duke had caught
her? What if Harold had locked her in? What if she was in trouble? And then
came the worst thought, What if she wasn't coming at all? What if she only
loved him because she knew it would never last?
NO, he told himself, she was coming; she would be there.
Dawn came and went and Christian waited
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Satine ran out, everything that Harold had said was true. What about her career? Why should she have to give up everything she had worked so hard for? The long nights, the painfully beautiful costumes, was that all a waste of time? Worth nothing? Christian wasn't giving up anything, why should she? Satine sighed, she stopped at the street outside Christian's garret and looked up, and knew. She knew she couldn't stay. She knew that Harold Zidler was only teasing her with the idea of becoming a real actress so that she would do his bidding. She knew that if there was any hope of her becoming a real actress then it was outside Montmatre, and yet. And yet there was a sadness in her holding her back, outside this place she would not be the "Sparkling Diamond" instead she would be a nobody off the street. She wouldn't have the same effect on people as she walked into a room. She wouldn't be fussed over and adored, even though she had hated it at the time the thought of leaving was almost unbearable. Outside the Moulin Rouge. She would just be Satine. Less than that, she would just be another face in the crowd.
Satine also knew that to get anywhere she would have to make a sacrifice. To choose Christian would mean she would have to sacrifice her home, her attention, her title. To choose the Moulin Rouge meant that she would have to sacrifice the one person true to her, the one person who loved her, the one person who she loved deeply in return. Satine sighed deeply, a single tear rolled down her cheek as she walked towards her future.
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Satine stood steady, her hand quivered as she knock on the door, which opened almost immediately. There he was, her future. Christian sighed deeply, "You're here," he said Satine could see he had been awake all night, the dark lines under his eyes said it all. "Yes" she replied, Christian could see that Satine had had a rough night too, her eyes were tear stained and her cheeks were flushed. They studied one another, both feeling tired, both a little weary of what time would bring. Then Satine smiled, both of them looked a mess and here they were, together at last. "Let's get some rest," she said.
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Satine ran out, everything that Harold had said was true. What about her career? Why should she have to give up everything she had worked so hard for? The long nights, the painfully beautiful costumes, was that all a waste of time? Worth nothing? Christian wasn't giving up anything, why should she? Satine sighed, she stopped at the street outside Christian's garret and looked up, and knew. She knew she couldn't stay. She knew that Harold Zidler was only teasing her with the idea of becoming a real actress so that she would do his bidding. She knew that if there was any hope of her becoming a real actress then it was outside Montmatre, and yet. And yet there was a sadness in her holding her back, outside this place she would not be the "Sparkling Diamond" instead she would be a nobody off the street. She wouldn't have the same effect on people as she walked into a room. She wouldn't be fussed over and adored, even though she had hated it at the time the thought of leaving was almost unbearable. Outside the Moulin Rouge. She would just be Satine. Less than that, she would just be another face in the crowd.
Satine also knew that to get anywhere she would have to make a sacrifice. To choose Christian would mean she would have to sacrifice her home, her attention, her title. To choose the Moulin Rouge meant that she would have to sacrifice the one person true to her, the one person who loved her, the one person who she loved deeply in return. Satine sighed deeply, a single tear rolled down her cheek as she walked towards her future.
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Satine stood steady, her hand quivered as she knock on the door, which opened almost immediately. There he was, her future. Christian sighed deeply, "You're here," he said Satine could see he had been awake all night, the dark lines under his eyes said it all. "Yes" she replied, Christian could see that Satine had had a rough night too, her eyes were tear stained and her cheeks were flushed. They studied one another, both feeling tired, both a little weary of what time would bring. Then Satine smiled, both of them looked a mess and here they were, together at last. "Let's get some rest," she said.