Curtain Call
By Visage
Hello, all! As an avid Moulin Rouge fan, I have just written my first Moulin
Rouge Fan Fic! Normally, I don't write movie fics, but this topic just had to be
addressed. So, I don't own Moulin Rouge or any associated characters… People… Not
even the DVD! (I have it on VHS, but that's besides the point.) Please review and
Enjoy!
As I watched the curtain close, and the final notes of the song rang out, I felt my
heart break. I lost the only woman I had ever loved. I wanted to scream, or cry, or…
Something. Anything to let the anger I felt inside, out.
The crowd roared with applause and high praise. My heart felt the exact opposite.
As the tears began streaming down my cheeks, my thoughts went from Satine, the most
beautiful woman I would ever know, to Christian. Why did he come back? Everything
was going perfect! Why wasn't he dead? I told Zidler I would have the boy killed. That
blasted writer. Why didn't Satine choose the lifetime of security? What I said was true.
When the writer is finished with her she'll be on the streets, alone… Helpless…
I slowly got to my feet, my eyes never leaving the curtain. "Satine." I sadly
whispered. "Goodbye, my love." I turned and went out the door. Snow had begun to
fall, but I didn't feel the chill in the air. My entire body felt numb with mixed feelings of
anger, hate, disgust, outrage, every possible dark emotion. I felt as if my heart had been
ripped out of my chest. I knew my life was over, for how could anyone survive without
their heart.
By Visage
Hello, all! As an avid Moulin Rouge fan, I have just written my first Moulin
Rouge Fan Fic! Normally, I don't write movie fics, but this topic just had to be
addressed. So, I don't own Moulin Rouge or any associated characters… People… Not
even the DVD! (I have it on VHS, but that's besides the point.) Please review and
Enjoy!
As I watched the curtain close, and the final notes of the song rang out, I felt my
heart break. I lost the only woman I had ever loved. I wanted to scream, or cry, or…
Something. Anything to let the anger I felt inside, out.
The crowd roared with applause and high praise. My heart felt the exact opposite.
As the tears began streaming down my cheeks, my thoughts went from Satine, the most
beautiful woman I would ever know, to Christian. Why did he come back? Everything
was going perfect! Why wasn't he dead? I told Zidler I would have the boy killed. That
blasted writer. Why didn't Satine choose the lifetime of security? What I said was true.
When the writer is finished with her she'll be on the streets, alone… Helpless…
I slowly got to my feet, my eyes never leaving the curtain. "Satine." I sadly
whispered. "Goodbye, my love." I turned and went out the door. Snow had begun to
fall, but I didn't feel the chill in the air. My entire body felt numb with mixed feelings of
anger, hate, disgust, outrage, every possible dark emotion. I felt as if my heart had been
ripped out of my chest. I knew my life was over, for how could anyone survive without
their heart.