LOVE
Beyond the Music
A Ewan McGregor Birthday Dedication
Disclaimer: I do not own Ewan or his birthday-sucks for me!!
A/N: This is a special dedication to Ewan on his birthday!!
A Moulin Rouge songfic dedicated to Ewan himself.
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Introduction
On March 31st, 1971, Ewan Gordon McGregor was born to James Charles Stuart McGregor and Carole Diane Lawson in Creiff, Perthshire, Scotland. To us, loyal Ewan Fans, that was a day of magic that would soon bring joy and happiness to those who would base their whole lives upon this heart throb of a man. His singing and acting would break hearts of those who first placed eyes on him. Whether it be in Moulin Rouge or simply Tales From the Crypt, we all know that Ewan is the hottest celebrity ever. This piece is dedicated to you Ewan, in remembrance of the day you were born.
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L-O-V-E
The thick wooden doors of the Moulin Rouge snapped shut behind him. Red fury consumed his heart. His eyes, small, beady, and burning with tears. His cheeks, red and clammy. His heart, broken and used. The rain soaked his skin and the thunder shuddered his heart. He left small footprints in the mud as he trudged through the downpour and into his lonely garret, where he'd rather be than with her and the chosen one, a hushed cry called out to him.
"Christian! Christian, no, please come back to me!" Her voice shut off by the surrounding rumbles of dark thunder. NEVER would he forgive her.
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Christian sat up in bed, heart racing, beads of sweat pouring down his forehead. His breaths were heavy but short and his eyes were filled with tears. He needed her now, more than ever, he needed Satine. But, she was gone, gone from his arms forever and never to come back.
He raced to his cupboard and pulled open it's doors. He stuck one hand in and pulled out a leather bound notebook, covered in dust. He took one look and threw it onto his bed, chasing after it. He flipped it open and poured out his heart into the faded sheets. All the while, tears in his eyes. His heart ached and he needed her by his side but for now, the only things he could do was write and dream.
Now, Christian mind wandered into thoughts he had never encountered or dreamed of. If he needed her so badly then he needed to die too. No more cries out of mourn, no more broken heartedness, no more cold shoulders of Montmartre. They would be together, forever. His words overflowed the paper, leaking onto the pages ahead, one after another, with love's thoughts. Until, at last, he was done.
Suicide
He knew that when he met her
From that very night
That they should be together
And hold each other tight
He spent some nights
Chasing her around
It wasn't until she gave in
The love that they had found
Her guardian knew that she should chose someone else
For he knew the secret that no knew
Her problem was a beast
And there was nothing she could do
For once they were happy
For once they knew what there was about love
For once they had someone to hold
For once they held the beauty of a dove
Her secret became worse
Eating her from the inside out
Making her lie and cheat
No one knew what it was about
Then one fateful night
She chose the tyrant
Leaving her lover
Looking for an aspirant
Then night of the show
Her fate drew near
Her breathing became shallow
She died in his arms, whispering love's words in his ear
Now he lives alone
A life of long death
Whether to die or live
Should he take his breath
A bottle of cyanide
comes close to his lips
He decides to drink and end his life
He closes his eyes and sips
Now he is gone
He is with his lady
A long life ended
His garret now grows shady
For loves sweet breath
Has kissed him upon the cheek
He is happier now
Cause he has found what he had to seek
Christian closed his book and leaned back into the poster of his bed. He held his hand to his head and groaned. Should he or not.
A record of song playing over in his mind. His own voice morphing into that of a women's, hers.
L is for the way you look at me
The voice drew nearer to him.
O is for the only one I see
Now becoming more clear.
V is very very, extraordinary
Until she was there.
E is even more than any one that you adore…..
"Satine?!?" Christian cried, unable to open an eye.
"Yes, Christian, it's me," Satine's voice softened his heart and comforted his head on her chest. "You must go one Christian, for me, you must."
"I can't,"
"Our love will live forever, remember Christian?"
"No, it can't, I can't!"
Satine lifted his head towards hers. She kissed him gently on the lips and looked deep into his wet eyes.
"I will always be there Christian, remember our song, Come What May, death can never stop true love,"
Christian grabbed her tighter as she flinched and pulled away from him.
Love is all that I can give to you
Love is more than just a game for too
Two in Love can make it
Take my heart and please don't break it
Love was made for you and me…….
"Remember me always Christian……"
Satine's voice slipped away from him, leaving him alone and afraid, in the vast darkness of his garret. Leaving him with only his few glasses of absinthe.
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What did you think?? Please review!! I wrote the poem myself but the song is LOVE by Nat King Cole. Happy Birthday Ewan!!
