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Thanks to reviewers of my first MR fic. I love you!

Flash forward.

I won't bother any one else with this dream, after all, dreams are only that. It's only once in a life time they come true and my dreams came true when I met Satine. Still, it's bothering me, and I need to write it somewhere, to get it out of my head.
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The audience applause was deafening. The petals were falling everywhere. As the curtains were drawn across the stage I could see smiles on the faces of everyone. After everything we had gone through, we finally got the ending we had wanted from the start. I looked across at Satine and saw her smiling, I heard someone yelling for people to take their places ready for the curtain call.

But, just as the curtain was about to be opened, Satine gasped and fell back in to my arms, her every breath catching in her throat. I heard a voice asking her what was wrong, calling for somebody to get some help. It took a few seconds, but I finally recognised it as my own.

You've got to go on Christian.
I can't go on without you.
You've got so much to give. Tell our story Christian, promise me. Than way, I'll always be with you.

Then she was dead. She looked so peaceful, I was sure she was only sleeping. But then I felt tears begin to trickle down my face and I knew it was no act, no clever performance. Satine, my sparkling diamond, was dead. I knew the others around me were worried by my reaction, or showing the respect, but I didn't care about anyone else.

All I knew was that the woman I loved was dead in my arms. After I had made her a star, she died, hardly knowing her success as the leading lady.
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As suddenly as the vision had come upon me, it left, and I found my self sitting up in bed, Satine lying next to me, and a layer of cold sweat covering my body, tears covering my face. I looked down at her as she shifted slightly, reassuring myself that she truly was alive.

I sighed as I slipped out of bed, knowing full well I wouldn't sleep again that night, not with that horrific vision in my mind. Instead I walked to my table and started writing, hoping to shake the images from my mind.

I suppose it must just have been the stress of getting everything ready for the opening night. The script hasn't been going as well as I had been hoping, the pressure I am under is more than enough to give anybody nightmares, especially someone with a much to lose as I do.

So I wont tell anyone else about this dream. We've all got more than enough to worry about without worrying about me is loosing my mind as well. I' sure the images wont haunt me for long. Opening might is in one week, and that will push out any other thoughts, after all, my dreams have already come true once, there's no reason for it to happen again.



Well, how'd I do this time? Any comments or suggestions? No flames though thank you, it's too cold for a B-B-Q and I have no other use for them. ;-)