The doors of the Moulin Rouge opened at exactly the same time everyday. At that moment, the rich men would sweep themselves away to the place where all your dreams came to. By the time they would come out they would be drunk and not able to care for their own selves. The women would seduce them by only looks and be paid for love. The men would pay a price of millions just for what seems to be a night that would only be expected in their dreams.

Of the many dancers at the Moulin Rouge, there was only one that was a real find. She was pick out of the whole lot. She had fiery red hair, sparkling blue eyes, and the voice of an angel. Her name, low and behold, was Satine. She was a courtesan at the infamous nightclub and stole many a heart from men. She would dance her heart out and the men would come crawling. She had made a living out of this and was very content with herself. There was only one problem, such a difficult problem that Satine did not wish to deal with and so she locked it up inside herself. This problem ate through her like fire to paper and ached her heart, she was lonely.

It was true, Satine had never been in love. She would see couples holding hands and walking together on the streets of Montmartre, France and how she wished she could have something like that. She desperately wanted someone, someone to love and who would love her, someone to care for when they are sick, someone to whisper sweet nothings in her ear, someone who would comfort her when things were bad…..someone like that.

Satine had never been loved before, let alone in love. Her mother had left home, when Satine was six, to pursue her acting career. Her mother was soon robbed and killed while backstage for her first performance. Satine's father was always drunk and never able to accurately raise Satine and her three sisters. When her father was arrested, Satine was taken care by her oldest sister Karoline along with her younger sisters, Madeline and Tatinia. Her sister Karoline was not the nicest person you would meet. She often hit her sisters which caused scaring, depending on what she had hit them with. When Satine reached the age of 16, however, she left home and ran away to Paris, where she met Harold. He took her under his wing and showed her the ropes of the Moulin Rouge. Now here she was, all grown up.

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Satine placed the comb back on her vanity. She stared deep into the mirror at the dazzling image of a women looking back her. She smiled to herself and primped her hair a little bit, making it absolutely perfect for her special performance. This was a special performance indeed, many people were coming to see her including the well-known hero, Harbin the VII. He had the looks of a man made in heaven but the soul of the devil himself. He was just about one of the cruelest men that was living.

Satine tried thinking about something, anything, about the upcoming performance and Harbin. She tried concentrating on a picture of her ex lover Guerin who she had given her heart to, but he had only given it back for he had another on his mind, Violette. Violette was Satine's dearest friend. Violette had chocolate brown hair and pale skin. He eyes were alike with Satine, sparkling blue. They had met long ago, in grade school, and were close as ever. Violette was a can-can dancer, at the Moulin Rouge, as well.

Satine's other best friend was a beautiful women named Jolie, who, also, was a dancer at the Moulin Rouge. Unlike Violette or Satine Jolie had blonde hair that shone in the sun. Alexandre was in love with her. Yes, there were problems at the Moulin Rouge. The girls were all forbidden to love for real, even though most of them ended up in love anyway. They would hide their warmth and compassion for another soul from the drunken men and most of all Harold Zidler, the owner of the Moulin Rouge.

All of Zidlers pride was in Satine, making others jealous all except Violette and Jolie, who had the most kindest souls, and looked for ways to improve their dancing. Zidler often spoiled Satine with flowers, jewelry, beautiful dresses, bigger dressing room, and other things as well. Yes, Satine was his favorite. He was almost like her very own father. Satine loved Harold in return, as Harold would give her comfort and support. His words of forbidden love had sunk deep into her skin and she was yet the only one convinced that love was nothing but a thought that came upon the lips of foolish people looking to get hurt. Yet, the only reason she believed that so much was because of Guerin. When Satine was hurt by his feelings, Harold had comforted her and treated her with kindness and respect. He had convinced her that love was nothing but stupid. Satine believed him……

Satine had pinned the back of her hair up and away from her pale face, and had only let a few soft curls hang down on her shoulder. She pulled a very large, very expensive, diamond necklace around her neck and posed in the mirror. She flashed a Sparkling Diamond smile at herself before getting up to dress up in her costume. She pulled the silver straps over he right shoulder and then went on to her left shoulder. She had Marie tie up the back of her outfit. Her already slim waist was pulled down to an even smaller size. When Marie had finished Satine twirled around in front of the mirror, checking herself over. She placed her top hat on and gloves. She checked herself over once more and walked out of her dressing room.

Satine steadily moved down the hallway into the entrance hall of the Moulin Rouge. As she placed herself upon the swing made to lower her down among the hundreds of men, Satine glance through the crowd. She searched for the famous Harbin when someone caught her eye. He was rather handsome man with Jet-black hair. He wore a soft smile on his face which made him look as if he hadn't wanted to come here. He looked around the room at the beauty of such a place before taking off his own top hat. Satine smiled at him, even though he had not seen her.

If only I could have found a man like him. Satine thought to herself. Although she agreed with Harold, on the whole love is stupid thing, she couldn't help the aching in her heart, longing for some one to love her.

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Christian had no wanted to come to such a place as the Moulin Rouge but, as a favor to Satie, he agreed to come along. He could not help the feeling that he had been feeling all day for the women in his dreams. He still had yet to figure out who she was and it was weird because it was as if he loved her but yet he didn't even know her. How he had loved her long red hair and her beautiful eyes. He missed them so, but how did all that absinthe make up all these things in his head? Christian pondered that for a second before Satie shook him ferociously. Christian looked at Satie, startled. Satie pointed up to the ceiling, of the dazzling nightclub, at a hole. A women was slowly being lowered down upon them all.

Christian watched with amusement as the woman was being lowered. It seemed to be the most interesting feature of the evening. The girl floated in midair on the swing and began to sing with one of the most beautiful voices he had heard since……..

The French are glad to die for love

They delight in fighting duels

But I prefers a man who lives

And gives expensive Jewels

"SATINE!!" Christian gasped. Satie looked at him but Christian kept his glare upon Satine. Christian's eyes grew wide as his breath caught up in his chest. Watched Satine tease the men with her radiant looks and glamorous voice.

A Kiss on the hand may be quite continental

But Diamonds are a girls best friend

A kiss may be grand but it won't pay the rental

On your humble flats

Or help you feed your pussycat

Christian could have sworn that she had given him some looks a couple of times. He couldn't believe that it was her, his dream girl. She was a reality….but why had he dreamt of her?? He couldn't figure it out for the life of him. Christian kept his eyes glued to the dancing Satine.

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Men grow cold

As girls grow old

And we all lose our charms in the end

But square cut or pear shape

These rocks don't lose their shape

Diamonds are a girls best friend

Satine pranced around the dance hall floor. She was pleased with herself for making all the men squeal at her feet. She looked up in the crowd above her at the man she had seen earlier. She was alarmed to find that he had been looking at her in return with the widest smile of his face as if they were old friends. Satine turned her vision back to the scowling men and continued on.

Tiffany's!

Car tier!

Cause we are living in a martial world

And I am a martial girl!

Satine smiled at them all and kicked up her leg. She flung her head back and danced on and on. She could feel eyes upon her, unfriendly eyes. She turned to see, not the boy, but……..

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Christian stared at his beauty. He longed to be with her for so long and yet he didn't even know her. He wanted to meet her, but how would he? The girl continued singing her song as if to him like he was the only man in the room.

Come and get me boys!

Black Star!

Rosh Caw!

Talk to me Harry Zidler, Tell me all about!

There may come a time when a lass needs a lawyer

But diamonds are a girls best friend

There my come a time hot boiled employer thinks your awful nice

But get that ice or else no dice!

Diamonds are girls best

Diamonds are a girls best

Diamonds are a girls best

Christian watched Satine disappear behind a circle of Can-can dancers and watched eagerly as they danced around her and Harold Zidler. He watched as she emerged from them around a mere few 30 seconds later.

Cause that's when those louses go back to their spouses

Diamonds……. are a…… girls………Best………..Friend!