London Theatre!
Disclaimer: yes, again I still do not own Moulin Rouge, except on VHS and I hope to get the DVD soon though so I can watch it on my laptop.
Pre-A/N: Well, I find that Tork is actually "The Doctor." Well, I will continue calling him Tork as a name, and we'll call the Unconscious Argentinean Narky (short for Narcoleptic Argentinean lol.)
A/N: Words in italics with no quote marks ("" or '') around them are the thoughts of Satine.
Words in bold italics with single quote marks ('') around them are the thoughts of Christian.
Words in italics with single quote marks ('') around them are the thoughts of Harold Zidler.
Words in italics with double quote marks ("") around them are past quotes from the last chapter(s) or from the movie.
~~Begin Chapter~~
Finally that afternoon, around two thirty, Christian and Satine got out of the bathroom, their clothes cleaner after scrubbing it in the sink. They got out, dried off, though their skin was all wrinkled from the moisture.
"Well, time for rehearsal!" Satine said dressing in her favorite red dress. Christian smiled as he dressed in his now bloodless suit.
"Sad isn't it? Precious moments we can't spend in each other's arms," Christian said. Satine smiled.
"Yes, but we still get to see each other," Satine said. Christian pulled her up to him from behind.
"Yes, but holding you in my arms is much better," Christian said nuzzling her neck taking in her sweet scent. "I can't believe I used scented soap…"
"Believe it," Satine said nuzzling his neck then. "Besides, you smell nice."
"I prefer an Irish Spring," Christian said kissing her neck. A knock at the door made them break. Christian sighed heavily, "Do we have to answer it?"
"Yes, it might be something important about the play," Satine said.
"We've made love countless times, we've known each other for one and a half years, but you still don't seem to get that I don't care about the play," Christian said playfully. "I only care about you."
"Fine," Satine said smiling, "don't get it."
"Oh, fine," Christian said playfully as he pulled Satine with him, "we'll answer it!"
"Okay," Satine said pulling up the strand of her dress over her shoulder. Christian looked through the peep hole.
"Oh, it's Jude and Sadie again…and they're kissing…rather passionately…will they get a room already?!" Christian said. Satine hit him playfully on the chest.
"No need to keep looking at them! Nor to leave them out there, open the door!" Satine said. Christian opened the door, immediately Jude and Sadie pulled apart trying to maintain their dignity.
"What?" Christian said his head popped from around the door, his body was behind it with Satine.
"Well, uh, it's time for rehearsal, and you promised you two would go today," Jude said. Christian sighed.
"We did," he said then from the ground he looked up to Jude, "But we didn't say we'd be on time."
"Christian!" Satine scolded, "We'll go now!"
"Yes, darling," he said. "Just give us a sex, I mean sec."
Jude and Sadie busted out laughing when they shut the door. After a few minutes Christian and Satine came out, looking more dignified than earlier. Jude and Sadie tried to contain their laughter. They caught a cab to the West End Theatre.
"Finally! I thought you would never come!" Cephus yelled. "Now, let's get to work!"
For the next few months, they worked, rehearsed, got closer. Christian and Satine could definitely see that Jude and Sadie were meant to be, and that they were not being slow to getting together.
Toulouse, Narky, Satie and Tork were well relieved when they saw Christian and Satine back together. Together backstage…uh, they should know better than to act like that at work! (A/N: I know a lot of you think they should control their urges, but come on, they haven't been together for a year and a half here! They have some catching up to do! Lol)
Then, finally the final week of rehearsal was at hand. The last few weeks they were using all the lighting and props like it was opening night. Cephus applauded the last night of work.
"Bravo! Bravo! Excellent work! Excellent! Now, everyone, gather round!" Cephus said getting on stage. He looked up, "Even you guys in the rafters! Come down here!"
Everyone gathered around. Cephus smiled, "I thought I'd let you all know, you are all the best crew I've ever worked with! You've all done great jobs in putting what can be done in this project! Opening night is in three days, on Monday night, you should all be here in the morning to help set up. You've all done such a great job, and I'm honored to have worked with all of you. A big round of applause for yourselves! Come on!" Every clapped. "And a special round of applause for our writer, editor, leading lady and leading man!"
Everyone clapped wildly and whistled. Then Jude stepped forward and calmed everyone down, and pointed to Cephus, "And a big, wildly bohemian crazy round of applause for our director, ally, friend and all around good guy, Cephus Johnson!"
At that moment everyone yelled and laughed and clapped and whistled and nearly mobbed Cephus like overly dedicated fans.
"Ah! Thanks, but too much love! Too much love!" he yelled from a mountain of people on him trying to pat him on the back or give him a hug.
Jude, Sadie, Christian and Satine laughed lightly as they stood to the side. Then Christian and Jude pulled Satine and Sadie with them and they jumped in the fray!
~~Opening Night~~
There was a long line going down the street from the ticket taker. As people passed by, they joined the line after seeing the poster. The line only grew as time went by. Women pulled their men to the line after seeing a poster of the cover of the book A Love Which Will Last Forever.
"Look at all those people out there!" Jude said peeking from out behind the curtain. Already the theatre was full, people even standing in aisles and it was an hour until the beginning of the show.
Satine patted his back, "Don't worry! You won't see them when the light is on you!"
Jude sat back and started to do breathing exercising and fluttering his lips and shaking. "Are you sure? Oh riki-tiki-tiki-tiki."
Christian laughed; Jude was acting similar to how he was when he was to perform for Satine. He patted Jude on the back, "Don't worry! It'll all be good! Just get into your character and you won't worry, as you play Christian, you won't have to worry about Jude."
"That's the thing, I don't know if I can play you!" Jude said. Christian shrugged.
"Just try," He said.
Jude started to feel a little queasy, "I think…ugh…I'm going to…."
Jude fell to his knees, hands on his mouth. Christian realized what was happening, he kicked back Jude's knees, caught him held him up at an angle making Jude's head point down, "Not on the suit!" And then Jude vomited.
"Oh great, our leading man is sick! Get him in the back, take care of him," He told Sadie as he put Jude up right.
"Who's going to take his place?" Sadie asked. Christian was starting to strip Jude down.
"I am," he said. "Get him over there, if I'm going to play myself two years ago, I'm going to have to wear the blue suit!"
In a few minutes Christian had on the blue suit and Jude had on the tux. He grabbed a passing stage worker, "Hey, go get that mess cleaned up please."
"Yes, sir," he said and went to fetch a mop and bucket.
Cephus saw Sadie helping Jude back stage to the bedrooms. He followed, "What's going on?"
"Jude got major stage fright!" Sadie said putting Jude on the bed.
"What?! Then who's going to take his place?!" Cephus said obviously getting worried.
"Don't worry, the best man is going to take his place," Sadie said.
"Christian?" Cephus asked his face brightening.
"No, Toulouse, yes, of course Christian!" Sadie said. "Now, get out there! I have to take care of Jude."
"Right," Cephus walked hurriedly to just backstage near the front. He saw Christian. "Christian! Christian! Do you know all the lines and lyrics?"
"Of course I do! I not only wrote them, I performed them and I lived it!" Christian reminded Cephus.
"Oh yes, of course, well go out there! It's time!!"
"Okay!" Christian went behind the curtains to the type writer on the desk and sat down in just his under shirt and pants, a fake mustache and beard on and put on a grief filled face, he had splashed water on it earlier to make it look like he was crying.
Front stage in front of the curtain, Toulouse sat in his Sitar costume singing softly, but enough for all the theatre to hear, "There was a boy, a very strange enchanted boy. They say he wandered very far, very far over land and sea. A little shy, and sad of eye, but very wise was he. And then one day, one magic day he passed my way." The curtains opened showing Christian at his typewriter, crying. "While we spoke of many things, fools and kings, this he said to me," Christian started typing. "The greatest thing, you'll ever learn if just to love and be loved in return."
Then Christian started talking as he typed, "The Moulin Rouge…"
The opening night was quite the success. Christian did a much better playing him than Jude did! By the end of the play, not a single woman had a dry eye. Even the men were pulled a little to the brink.
When the curtain closed everyone shot up and applauded uproariously, "Bravo! Encore! Encore!"
Even Oscar Wilde was there with his lover Boise; they stood and applauded as well in the front row.
The curtain opened again to the actors and they bowed as roses were tossed, money even and yells. Director came up and gave a bundle of roses to Satine. He turned and bowed with the rest.
The curtains closed behind him he raised his arms settling everyone down. He said, "Well, I'd like to thank you all for coming; especially my good friend, Oscar Wilde, one of the best playwrights of our time!"
He pointed to Oscar in the front row, people applauded.
"Now, I am certainly not a writer, so I definitely didn't write this play, so allow me to introduce the writer, Christian Adams!" He pulled Christian from behind the curtain. Everyone cheered. Christian grinned nervously; his face had red on it as he waved.
"Speech! Speech!" the audience yelled. Christian raised his arms in motion for them to settle down.
"Well, uh, I'm not certainly as good as Oscar Wilde in imagination. To tell you the truth, this story is based on personal experience. When it came to writing about love, truth, freedom and beauty right off the bat I was lost! But now, I've been in love, I can write now!" Christian said. "Well, uh I don't know what else to say except, uh, say hello to the love of my life, Satine!"
Satine's eyes widened as she was pushed out by Toulouse to Christian. She went into his arm and they shared a kiss right on stage. Everyone went, "aww..."
Then they broke it realizing everyone was watching. Christian grinned like an idiot, "Uh, hehe, well this is a truly Bohemian play, and this is truly the love my life! She didn't die; she was alive here in London, and in my heart. And these are the four goofy Bohemian friends, Toulouse!" Toulouse stepped out waving. "Satie!" Satie stepped out bowing a little. "Narky!" Narky stepped out like a hero and all the girls were swooned. "And Tork!" Tork stepped out waving.
The audience cheered and clapped and whistled.
"And a thanks to our two best friends, Sadie and Jude for helping us get back together!" Satine yelled. Sadie and Jude walked out, amazingly Jude didn't feel bad. They waved and everyone cheered and whistled and stomped.
The audience stomped and cheered. It was so delighting it would run for fifty years! In a few days everyone was talking about it, even Oscar Wilde, at the end of his plays recommended that they see that play.
Its fame soon started to flow across the English Channel into France. Down to Paris, and the hill of Montmarte, people talked of the play. Train tickets and boat tickets were getting sold out as people flocked to London to see the play.
At Champlain Publishers, Old Champlain heard of it from one of his eleven editors. He even saw it on the cover of the newspaper! He tore up the newspaper and yelled in anger, "What is this shit?!"
He yelled across the table to his editors, "Look at this! We said we weren't going to promote this book at all!"
"We didn't, sir, it was Sadie Carnell," Reginald said.
"How?! She didn't get permission from me to make this into a script and sell it out as a play!"
"She made the writer make the scripts, sir," Louis said. "Besides, after the play came out, the book has reached a best sellers list!"
"Our publishing company is popular and famous now!" Joseph said.
"I don't care! I won't have bohemian shit being promoted by us!" Old Champlain hit the table.
"Then why did we agree to publish it?" Ronald asked.
"I was sick with grief for the loss of my younger brother the Duke," Old Champlain said. "I didn't know what I was doing!"
"What do you plan on doing?" Harold asked. Old Champlain looked up and turned around.
"I'll deal with it on my own!" Old Champlain went in his office and slammed the doors. The editors exchanged nervous looks. They knew that their boss was insane with grief after his brother died. They had heard him swear to kill the people who caused his death.
Inside his office, Old Champlain started packing, "I knew it! I knew he was alive! I just knew it! I'm going to kill him for killing my brother; I'm going to kill her for breaking my brother's heart. What little the scrawny bastard had! I may have found you the most annoying brother in the world, Duke, but no one kills you but me. I'll restore the family's honor!"
~~Montmarte~~
As happy as Harold Zidler was, he couldn't have been more worried, with all this fame Christian and Satine got, Duke's older brother would certainly know and go to London to finish them! Harold was also panicked for himself; he knew that Christian and Satine would be angry at him for not telling them about each other's living.
Harold had reopened the Moulin Rouge; Nini was now the star of the Moulin Rouge, though she was not a Sparkling Diamond, she was still very popular with the men.
Harold wasn't sure if he should temporarily close the Moulin Rouge and go to London to help them…warn them…
Finally he came to his decision he went to the stage manager, "Take care of the Moulin Rouge for me. I'm going to London."
"What? Why?" He asked.
"I have to warn Christian and Satine about the Duke's older brother. Even after two years he's mad with grief! I'm leaving tomorrow!" Zidler said as he hurried off and packed.
~~In London~~
Christian had moved in with Satine. They lived of the wealth and royalties of the play. One day, as they lay in bed on their days off Christian mumbled in her ear, "I'm going to writer a story, about love overcoming all obstacles, like ours did."
Satine turned to him smiling, "I'm sure it'll be as successful as this one."
"I don't care, as long as the story is told," Christian said kissing her. Satine smiled.
"I don't care either," Satine said pulling the covers over them.
~~Jude's mansion~~
"God, Sadie, how did we end up together? I wonder if it was fate, or coincidence," Jude said as he spooned with Sadie.
"There are no coincidences," Sadie turned to him and smiled. "Fate, dear Jude, fate brought us together."
"I owe fate one," Jude smiled as he kissed Sadie.
~~West End Theatre~~
There was a party going on at the West End, Toulouse, Narky, Satie, and Tork celebrated with their fellow bohemian friends and co-workers. The play was the biggest success in their entire career! They yelled and drank Absinthe and laughed.
"Quiet everyone!" Toulouse yelled out. Everyone quieted down and turned to Toulouse who raised his glass. "Here's to the writer of the world's first Bohemian show!"
"Here! Here!" other yelled. Before they drank Toulouse continued.
"And here's to the Sparkling Diamond! But above all, here's to the love that will last forever! Here's to Christian and Satine, for their love was so strong it spilt out onto Jude and Sadie and helped make this play the success it is!" Toulouse raised his glass.
"Yeah! Woot! Woohoo!" Everyone cheered. "Here! Here! I hear that! To Love!"
They drank and partied more unto the night's end and the day's beginning.
~~End Chapter~~
O.o no! It's shorter than the last one! Sorry! But there wasn't much to write for this one! Well, uhm, anyway, OH NO! New bad guy! The Duke's older brother is the head of Champlain Publishers! Eek! He wants to kill Christian and Satine!
If anyone can tell me why he wants Christian dead, then I'll get out the next chapter very soon!!
Actually this is the shortest chapter yet! Lol. Well, for any Jude Law fans visit here:
Well tata! Thanks for reading this far!
Jester
