A new day, a new start.

DISCLAIMER: Moulin Rouge is not mine, neither is the song in this fic. It's called 'Hopelessly addicted' by 'The Corrs' on their 'Talk on corners' album.

Satine's eyes flickered open as she roused from her slumber; a smile crept across her lips whilst reminiscing the events of the previous evening, her nerves, his nerves, the confusion and the serenading. Satine pulled herself out of bed in search of some clothes, as she wanted to look her best for Christian on their first day of rehearsal, oh and The Duke of course but only for Harold's sake.

Opened my eyes today

And I knew there's something different

Saw you in a brand new way

Like the clouds had somehow lifted

And if yesterday I heard

Myself saying these words

I would swear it was a lie

I don't know why but I'm suddenly falling

Was I so blind?

I was loving you all the time

Now I'm hopelessly addicted

Helplessly attracted

I'll make a wish this day

And I'll send it to the heavens

That we will always stay

Entwined like this forever

And though the world may change

'Cos nothing stays the same

I know we will survive

I don't know why but suddenly I'm falling

Was I so blind?

I was loving you all the time

Now I'm hopelessly addicted

Naturally we acted

I don't know why but suddenly I'm falling

Was I so blind?

I was loving you all the time

Now I'm hopelessly addicted

Helplessly attracted

Naturally we acted

I was loving you all the time

Hopelessly addicted

Helplessly attracted

Chemically reacted

Naturally we acted

"Poppit!" Harold burst in the room "are you ready for your first day being a real actress?"

"Yes, Harold" Satine answered with the enthusiasm rising in her voice.

"Good," Harold said grinning from ear to ear "The Duke is already waiting for you in the main dance hall, he seems quite excited by this new transformation, cherub."

"So am I Harold," Satine's voice tinkled "so am I," replied Satine as she clicked the wooden door closed.

* I can't believe it, I'm in love with a young, hansom, talented writer * Satine thought to herself as she made her way down to the main dance hall with Harold.