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Jocelyn stopped in her tracks when Harold stepped in front of her, preventing her entrance into the Gothic Tower.
"Are you mad?! Where were you?!" he glared.
Charlie had left for the night after Harold had covered for Jocelyn with his tricky lies. Jocelyn racked her brain for an excuse.
"Well?!" Harold shouted.
"My…my father…he was sick," she said finally.
Zidler was silent.
"I had to go, I'm sorry," she apologized, lowering her head to avoid looking into his furious eyes.
"I see. You are never to do that again do you understand? Duke Bateson is spending a great sum of money on us and I will not let you blow it. You do that again and you're fired!"
Jocelyn only looked up after Harold had stormed away. He was a frightening person when angry. Her hands were trembling as she walked back to her dressing room. She stopped in front of the mirror and stared at it. She didn't even recognize herself. Her face was pale and the dark circles under her eyes were starting to show again. Maybe her father had a right to be worried about her. What had she gotten herself into?
Marie sat in Zidler's office, awaiting his return. She hoped he wasn't too hard on the poor girl.
"What did she say?" she asked as Harold walked in and sat behind his desk.
"Her father was sick or something like that…she shouldn't have run off like that," Harold grumbled, oblivious to the fact that Peter was the one who brought her to the hospital.
"Harold, her father was sick…she had to go. Besides haven't you realized who she is?"
"What do you mean?" He asked, although he really didn't feel like listening to her.
"It's pretty obvious. They're practically identical. It's like she was reincarnated into Jocelyn," she explained.
"You really think that?"
"Of course I do. Jocelyn is the daughter of Satine and Christian. She must not know, otherwise I doubt she would've even come into the Moulin Rouge."
"But how can you be so sure? There isn't any proof."
"I bet I can find out if Christian is really her father. I bet he still lives in that crumbling building across the way. Jocelyn said they lived close by."
Harold sat back in his chair in amazement. His mood had changed entirely. "Imagine…my little sparrow having a baby girl. Fate has a strange way of happening," he said to himself.
"I'll go make sure no permanent damage has been done," Marie said, giving him a dirty look then leaving the office.
The rain was still tapping on the windows the next morning. Dark clouds covered the sky and it seemed as if the sun would never be found again. Toulouse hadn't left the hospital and was painting when Christian awoke.
"Toulouse…what are you doing?"
The short man smiled. "Good morning Chwistian! And how awe we feeling today?"
"Well, I don't think you'll be rid of me just yet," he replied.
"Ah yes, vewy good. I decided to bwing in some paint while I was waiting." Toulouse picked up his brush and continued his work.
"You haven't painted in years."
"Just like you haven't written in years?"
"Oh Toulouse, don't start that again," Christian said, rolling his eyes.
"She deserves to know, and you owe it to her. Especially after last night."
"I know," Christian said quietly. "I just wanted to shield her from it, hoping to forget all the pain. But I guess that didn't work, she's fallen into the same trap as Satine did."
"Then you must make sure he ending is not the same."
"But how? I'm sure she hates me now."
"Oh Chwistian," Toulouse sighed and put down his paint brush once more. "You know perfectwy well she doesn't hate you, she never did and never will. Just talk to her and expwain everything. She'll understand then…and maybe it'll help you also."
News travels fast at the Moulin Rouge. In a few days everyone had heard the rumor that Jocelyn was Satine and Christian's child. Their "modern day" Romeo and Juliet had been continued through a child, making the tragic romance into a bit of a happier one. Everyone had started being nice to the girl and gave her unspoken respect. Jocelyn was very grateful for their kindness, although she had no idea why they were doing this, but she was still sad that only one person kept his distance…Peter. She still wished for the friendship they once had.
Christian was allowed home in four days following his admittance. Jocelyn was also coming home to stay with him until he got himself settled back in their small little room. It would be the first time they had spoken since she had revealed her secret. Jocelyn was nervous about talking to him and what he had to say.
Christian had been home for an hour when Jocelyn walked through the door.
"Hello," he said quietly.
"Hello," she replied, giving a little smile.
"Please sit, there's something I must tell you," Christian pointed to a small leather chair in the corner.
She pulled it over next to the bed and sat down. Both were scared to speak but the silence wasn't helping anything.
"I'm sorry," they said in unison. They let out a nervous laugh.
"Jocelyn, I'm the one who should be sorry. I was unfair and also I never told you the whole story."
Jocelyn was going to speak but let him continue.
"I thought I could protect you by hiding the past away. But I realize now that history is starting to repeat itself and to make sure the ending isn't the same you must know what happened."
Christian spent the next two hours explaining to her the bohemian revolution, the Moulin Rouge before it shut down, and most of all about Satine, the most beautiful creature of the underworld and her mother. After he finished she remained sitting, tryingto take it all in at once. Finally after eighteen years she understood everything. Why her father hated the Moulin and why everyone had decided to be so nice to her. They must've found out who she was. It was all amazing to her and a big relief to Christian. He was glad he finally told her.
"You know that I will still work at the Moulin Rouge until we have enough money," she said after awhile.
"I understand," Christian said, he had no other choice but to understand her decision.
"I promise you that it won't end like before," she smiled. "Now I have to get back to work and you, Mister English writer, you have a promise to keep," Jocelyn said, gesturing to the typewriter.
"But…
"No buts. You owe it to Mama."
"I don't even know how to begin," Christian protested."
"The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return," she replied, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
As she shut the door Christian looked at his old, dusty typewriter.
"Come what may," he sang quietly. "I will do it for you Satine."
Jocelyn stopped in her tracks when Harold stepped in front of her, preventing her entrance into the Gothic Tower.
"Are you mad?! Where were you?!" he glared.
Charlie had left for the night after Harold had covered for Jocelyn with his tricky lies. Jocelyn racked her brain for an excuse.
"Well?!" Harold shouted.
"My…my father…he was sick," she said finally.
Zidler was silent.
"I had to go, I'm sorry," she apologized, lowering her head to avoid looking into his furious eyes.
"I see. You are never to do that again do you understand? Duke Bateson is spending a great sum of money on us and I will not let you blow it. You do that again and you're fired!"
Jocelyn only looked up after Harold had stormed away. He was a frightening person when angry. Her hands were trembling as she walked back to her dressing room. She stopped in front of the mirror and stared at it. She didn't even recognize herself. Her face was pale and the dark circles under her eyes were starting to show again. Maybe her father had a right to be worried about her. What had she gotten herself into?
Marie sat in Zidler's office, awaiting his return. She hoped he wasn't too hard on the poor girl.
"What did she say?" she asked as Harold walked in and sat behind his desk.
"Her father was sick or something like that…she shouldn't have run off like that," Harold grumbled, oblivious to the fact that Peter was the one who brought her to the hospital.
"Harold, her father was sick…she had to go. Besides haven't you realized who she is?"
"What do you mean?" He asked, although he really didn't feel like listening to her.
"It's pretty obvious. They're practically identical. It's like she was reincarnated into Jocelyn," she explained.
"You really think that?"
"Of course I do. Jocelyn is the daughter of Satine and Christian. She must not know, otherwise I doubt she would've even come into the Moulin Rouge."
"But how can you be so sure? There isn't any proof."
"I bet I can find out if Christian is really her father. I bet he still lives in that crumbling building across the way. Jocelyn said they lived close by."
Harold sat back in his chair in amazement. His mood had changed entirely. "Imagine…my little sparrow having a baby girl. Fate has a strange way of happening," he said to himself.
"I'll go make sure no permanent damage has been done," Marie said, giving him a dirty look then leaving the office.
The rain was still tapping on the windows the next morning. Dark clouds covered the sky and it seemed as if the sun would never be found again. Toulouse hadn't left the hospital and was painting when Christian awoke.
"Toulouse…what are you doing?"
The short man smiled. "Good morning Chwistian! And how awe we feeling today?"
"Well, I don't think you'll be rid of me just yet," he replied.
"Ah yes, vewy good. I decided to bwing in some paint while I was waiting." Toulouse picked up his brush and continued his work.
"You haven't painted in years."
"Just like you haven't written in years?"
"Oh Toulouse, don't start that again," Christian said, rolling his eyes.
"She deserves to know, and you owe it to her. Especially after last night."
"I know," Christian said quietly. "I just wanted to shield her from it, hoping to forget all the pain. But I guess that didn't work, she's fallen into the same trap as Satine did."
"Then you must make sure he ending is not the same."
"But how? I'm sure she hates me now."
"Oh Chwistian," Toulouse sighed and put down his paint brush once more. "You know perfectwy well she doesn't hate you, she never did and never will. Just talk to her and expwain everything. She'll understand then…and maybe it'll help you also."
News travels fast at the Moulin Rouge. In a few days everyone had heard the rumor that Jocelyn was Satine and Christian's child. Their "modern day" Romeo and Juliet had been continued through a child, making the tragic romance into a bit of a happier one. Everyone had started being nice to the girl and gave her unspoken respect. Jocelyn was very grateful for their kindness, although she had no idea why they were doing this, but she was still sad that only one person kept his distance…Peter. She still wished for the friendship they once had.
Christian was allowed home in four days following his admittance. Jocelyn was also coming home to stay with him until he got himself settled back in their small little room. It would be the first time they had spoken since she had revealed her secret. Jocelyn was nervous about talking to him and what he had to say.
Christian had been home for an hour when Jocelyn walked through the door.
"Hello," he said quietly.
"Hello," she replied, giving a little smile.
"Please sit, there's something I must tell you," Christian pointed to a small leather chair in the corner.
She pulled it over next to the bed and sat down. Both were scared to speak but the silence wasn't helping anything.
"I'm sorry," they said in unison. They let out a nervous laugh.
"Jocelyn, I'm the one who should be sorry. I was unfair and also I never told you the whole story."
Jocelyn was going to speak but let him continue.
"I thought I could protect you by hiding the past away. But I realize now that history is starting to repeat itself and to make sure the ending isn't the same you must know what happened."
Christian spent the next two hours explaining to her the bohemian revolution, the Moulin Rouge before it shut down, and most of all about Satine, the most beautiful creature of the underworld and her mother. After he finished she remained sitting, tryingto take it all in at once. Finally after eighteen years she understood everything. Why her father hated the Moulin and why everyone had decided to be so nice to her. They must've found out who she was. It was all amazing to her and a big relief to Christian. He was glad he finally told her.
"You know that I will still work at the Moulin Rouge until we have enough money," she said after awhile.
"I understand," Christian said, he had no other choice but to understand her decision.
"I promise you that it won't end like before," she smiled. "Now I have to get back to work and you, Mister English writer, you have a promise to keep," Jocelyn said, gesturing to the typewriter.
"But…
"No buts. You owe it to Mama."
"I don't even know how to begin," Christian protested."
"The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return," she replied, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
As she shut the door Christian looked at his old, dusty typewriter.
"Come what may," he sang quietly. "I will do it for you Satine."