Sorry I'm so bad at updating. I was in "Fiddler on the roof" and now it's
over so I can write. But saying goodbye to the cast was one of the hardest
things I've ever done. Oh well, maybe it'll inspire me. By the way, in this
chapter I don't know anything about French currency or how much things
would be worth back then so I just made it American and it may seem a
little unrealistic. Oh and sorry for chapter 3 being so short (Not that my
other chapters aren't short). Something got really messed up and only ½ of
it loaded. So I added the rest to this chapter. Too bad I still don't own
the characters from Moulin Rouge, but I'd like to!
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It had taken several hours for the cab to finally pull up to the address that Satine enclosed as her mothers but I had enough money to pay the anxious driver before he sped off. I walked to the door and had an uneasy feeling in my stomach and felt the need to catch my breath. When I finally thought I was ready I knocked softly on the door. A young woman with a baby on her hip and two screeching children running around behind her answered the door. "Is this the residence of Madame Clair?" I practically screamed. At first the woman looked at me as if I were insane and then her eyes suddenly turned sympathetic. "That woman's been dead for almost a year now." I was starting to get worried. "Do you know anything on her granddaughters whereabouts?" The woman shook her head, "You might want to check the local orphanages. When Madame Clair died there was no other adult living in the house with her." "Thank you ma'am" I spat out and turned to leave. As I turned I remembered that I was no longer in Montmarte and couldn't get around by simply walking. I turned around again and saw the lady staring at me. "Excuse me. may I use you telephone to call a cab?" The woman shook her head apologetically "Sorry sir, I don't own one. You'll have to walk into town to get one. Its only about a mile or so straight that away." "Thanks again." I replied and started my walk. As I was strolling down the street I hardly noticed that I was singing along with the tune in my head. Why does my heart cry, Feelings I can't fight. You're free to leave me but just don't deceive me and please believe me when I say, I love you. I shook my head and tried to get the song out of my head and I looked up and saw what the woman was talking about. There was a small strip of shops all chained together across from a large market. It was a little comforting to a person like me who was so used to the glamorous streets of Montmarte. Well, not so glamorous anymore. I saw a pay phone and phoned the operator. I asked for the addresses of any local orphanages and then I called a cab. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"After you finish in the kitchen go straight in and clean the ladies bathrooms." I sighed and down at the bucket of water waiting for me to get started. "One day I'll fly away." I rolled my eyes and got started. About an hour or so later I was walking from the kitchen to get to the bathroom when I saw a rather handsome man stroll in. He had a tired look in his eyes and he didn't look too happy but when he saw me he looked a little shocked but I kept on walking.
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"My name is Christian James and I'm looking for a little girl named Julia who should only be about 12 years old." I had only seen a couple children on my way into the building and one of them I could have sworn could only have been Satine's child. The woman in charge looked at me in a little disgust but then added "Just a minute." She walked out of the room and I heard her scream, "JULIA!!" I must have been right about the little girl I saw because I saw her dash into the room with a frightened look on her face. She looked at me and politely smiled and then looked back at the woman. "This is Julia." She said. I smiled at the Julia and tears sprung from my eyes. She was beautiful. "Hello Julia," I started, "My name is Christian and I was a friend of your mothers." She flinched when I mentioned to word "Mother." "Was?" She asked. I thought for a minute and then I realized that this poor child must not know about her mothers death. "Yes, darling."
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It had taken several hours for the cab to finally pull up to the address that Satine enclosed as her mothers but I had enough money to pay the anxious driver before he sped off. I walked to the door and had an uneasy feeling in my stomach and felt the need to catch my breath. When I finally thought I was ready I knocked softly on the door. A young woman with a baby on her hip and two screeching children running around behind her answered the door. "Is this the residence of Madame Clair?" I practically screamed. At first the woman looked at me as if I were insane and then her eyes suddenly turned sympathetic. "That woman's been dead for almost a year now." I was starting to get worried. "Do you know anything on her granddaughters whereabouts?" The woman shook her head, "You might want to check the local orphanages. When Madame Clair died there was no other adult living in the house with her." "Thank you ma'am" I spat out and turned to leave. As I turned I remembered that I was no longer in Montmarte and couldn't get around by simply walking. I turned around again and saw the lady staring at me. "Excuse me. may I use you telephone to call a cab?" The woman shook her head apologetically "Sorry sir, I don't own one. You'll have to walk into town to get one. Its only about a mile or so straight that away." "Thanks again." I replied and started my walk. As I was strolling down the street I hardly noticed that I was singing along with the tune in my head. Why does my heart cry, Feelings I can't fight. You're free to leave me but just don't deceive me and please believe me when I say, I love you. I shook my head and tried to get the song out of my head and I looked up and saw what the woman was talking about. There was a small strip of shops all chained together across from a large market. It was a little comforting to a person like me who was so used to the glamorous streets of Montmarte. Well, not so glamorous anymore. I saw a pay phone and phoned the operator. I asked for the addresses of any local orphanages and then I called a cab. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"After you finish in the kitchen go straight in and clean the ladies bathrooms." I sighed and down at the bucket of water waiting for me to get started. "One day I'll fly away." I rolled my eyes and got started. About an hour or so later I was walking from the kitchen to get to the bathroom when I saw a rather handsome man stroll in. He had a tired look in his eyes and he didn't look too happy but when he saw me he looked a little shocked but I kept on walking.
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"My name is Christian James and I'm looking for a little girl named Julia who should only be about 12 years old." I had only seen a couple children on my way into the building and one of them I could have sworn could only have been Satine's child. The woman in charge looked at me in a little disgust but then added "Just a minute." She walked out of the room and I heard her scream, "JULIA!!" I must have been right about the little girl I saw because I saw her dash into the room with a frightened look on her face. She looked at me and politely smiled and then looked back at the woman. "This is Julia." She said. I smiled at the Julia and tears sprung from my eyes. She was beautiful. "Hello Julia," I started, "My name is Christian and I was a friend of your mothers." She flinched when I mentioned to word "Mother." "Was?" She asked. I thought for a minute and then I realized that this poor child must not know about her mothers death. "Yes, darling."
