Title: She Hates Me
Author: Old One Fire Goddess
Rating: PG-13
Summery: This is the first in a songfic series ( Stolen Songs and Sing Alongs). Basicaly we find the penniless writer drowning his sorrows. He suddenly is struck with the urge to sing.
Disclaimer: Nothing of Moulin Rouge belongs to me...I am just like Christian , a penniless writer. They all belong to Baz Luman. The song "She Hates Me" belongs to Wes Scantlin...Please don't sue me.
Feedback: Loved it , hated it, got the *&%$#! song stuck in you head. Let me know about it flames will be used to keep me warm this winter. So now on with the show...
Christian sat at the bar in the Moulin Rouge on his fourth or fifth glass of absinth. He wasdrowning his sorrows , and feeling rather pathetic for himself. Satine did not want him ,he was sure of it. He knew that she wanted to be in love with a rich handsome duke , and he , Christian, had none of these qualities. Except for handsome , drunk he was modest he wasn't. Right now she and the Duke were probably living it up together; just a smooching away in the gothic tower. He sobbed hysterically into his arms. Just then he felt the hot urge to sing his feelings out.
"Met a girl, thought she was grand
fell in love, found out first hand
went well for a week or two
then it all came unglued"
Christian sang rolling his eyes at the irony of it all. He sighed and reached for the bottle and took another swig of the strong liquid.
"in a trap trip I can't grip
never thought I'd be the one who'd slip
then I started to realize
I was living one big lie"
He sat brooding over his bottle of now half empty bottle of absinthe , his fingers drumming disinterestedly on the bar.
"she fuckin hates me
trust
she fuckin hates me
la la la love
I tried too hard
and she tore my feelings like I had none
and ripped them away"
He sighed and looked over at the Dancers and the Bohemians and nodded. He stumbled a wee bit as he got down off the stool and began to walk around a bit.
"she was queen for about an hour
after that shit got sour
she took all I ever had
no sign of guilt
no feeling of bad, no"
Christian jumped up onto one of the tables and began to sing/shout out the words to let everyone in the Moulin Rouge , Paris , hell the whole world know his pain.
"in a trap trip I can't grip
never thought I'd be the one who'd slip
then I started to realize
I was living one big lie"
He jumped up onto the stage and grabbed a random stringed instrument and began to play it like a modern era guitar. Slowly the other musicians joined in.
"she fuckin hates me
trust
she fuckin hates me
la la la love
I tried too hard
and she tore my feelings like I had none
and ripped them away"
He jumped up and began to dance around the stage and threw the guitar on the ground and lit it on fire. Quickly he picked up another one and began to play it even harder than the first. Suddenly he calmed down a bit and sighed.
" that's my story, as you see
learned my lesson and so did she
now it's over, and I'm glad
'cause I'm a fool for all I've said"
Quickly, he started dancing and jumping around the stage.
"she fuckin hates me
trust
she fuckin hates me
la la la love
I tried too hard
and she tore my feelings like I had none
and ripped them away"
He dropped to his knees screaming the last lines out ; shaking his fist up at the sky.
He stopped suddenly and went back to the bar drinking somberly , his eyes scanning restlessly around the room.
Author: Old One Fire Goddess
Rating: PG-13
Summery: This is the first in a songfic series ( Stolen Songs and Sing Alongs). Basicaly we find the penniless writer drowning his sorrows. He suddenly is struck with the urge to sing.
Disclaimer: Nothing of Moulin Rouge belongs to me...I am just like Christian , a penniless writer. They all belong to Baz Luman. The song "She Hates Me" belongs to Wes Scantlin...Please don't sue me.
Feedback: Loved it , hated it, got the *&%$#! song stuck in you head. Let me know about it flames will be used to keep me warm this winter. So now on with the show...
Christian sat at the bar in the Moulin Rouge on his fourth or fifth glass of absinth. He wasdrowning his sorrows , and feeling rather pathetic for himself. Satine did not want him ,he was sure of it. He knew that she wanted to be in love with a rich handsome duke , and he , Christian, had none of these qualities. Except for handsome , drunk he was modest he wasn't. Right now she and the Duke were probably living it up together; just a smooching away in the gothic tower. He sobbed hysterically into his arms. Just then he felt the hot urge to sing his feelings out.
"Met a girl, thought she was grand
fell in love, found out first hand
went well for a week or two
then it all came unglued"
Christian sang rolling his eyes at the irony of it all. He sighed and reached for the bottle and took another swig of the strong liquid.
"in a trap trip I can't grip
never thought I'd be the one who'd slip
then I started to realize
I was living one big lie"
He sat brooding over his bottle of now half empty bottle of absinthe , his fingers drumming disinterestedly on the bar.
"she fuckin hates me
trust
she fuckin hates me
la la la love
I tried too hard
and she tore my feelings like I had none
and ripped them away"
He sighed and looked over at the Dancers and the Bohemians and nodded. He stumbled a wee bit as he got down off the stool and began to walk around a bit.
"she was queen for about an hour
after that shit got sour
she took all I ever had
no sign of guilt
no feeling of bad, no"
Christian jumped up onto one of the tables and began to sing/shout out the words to let everyone in the Moulin Rouge , Paris , hell the whole world know his pain.
"in a trap trip I can't grip
never thought I'd be the one who'd slip
then I started to realize
I was living one big lie"
He jumped up onto the stage and grabbed a random stringed instrument and began to play it like a modern era guitar. Slowly the other musicians joined in.
"she fuckin hates me
trust
she fuckin hates me
la la la love
I tried too hard
and she tore my feelings like I had none
and ripped them away"
He jumped up and began to dance around the stage and threw the guitar on the ground and lit it on fire. Quickly he picked up another one and began to play it even harder than the first. Suddenly he calmed down a bit and sighed.
" that's my story, as you see
learned my lesson and so did she
now it's over, and I'm glad
'cause I'm a fool for all I've said"
Quickly, he started dancing and jumping around the stage.
"she fuckin hates me
trust
she fuckin hates me
la la la love
I tried too hard
and she tore my feelings like I had none
and ripped them away"
He dropped to his knees screaming the last lines out ; shaking his fist up at the sky.
He stopped suddenly and went back to the bar drinking somberly , his eyes scanning restlessly around the room.
