Curses! The computer kinda broke down so I had to start this chapter all
over again! Sorry for this delay, when the computer gets fixed I'll post
the original version of the chapter. Oh, well this will have to be a
substitute.
Turn it inside out so I can see
The part of you that's drifting over me
And when I wake you're never there
But when I sleep you're everywhere
You're everywhere Just tell me how I got this far
Just tell me why you're here and who you are
'Cause every time I look
you're never there
And every time I sleep
you're always there 'Cause you're everywhere to me
And when I close my eyes it's you I see
You're everything I know
that makes me believe
I'm not alone
I recognize the way you make me feel
It's hard to think that
you might not be real
I sense it now, the water's getting deep
I try to wash the pain away from me
Away from me 'Cause you're everywhere to me
And when I close my eyes it's you I see
You're everything I know
that makes me believe
I'm not alone
And when I touch your hand
It's then I understand
The beauty that's within
It's now that we begin
You always light my way
I hope there never comes a day
No matter where I go
I always feel you so 'Cause you're everywhere to me
And when I close my eyes it's you I see
You're everything I know
that makes me believe
I'm not alone
'Cause you're everywhere to me
And when I catch my breath
it's you I breathe
You're everything I know
that makes me believe
I'm not alone You're in everyone I see
So tell me
Do you see me?
You re-read the lyrics of your latest song. You and your band have finally found a gig! You guys would be playing at the Moulin Rouge!!! During weekends the place is packed with people not only from Montmare. You also know the fact that there are agents they're looking for potential stars. You would be playing 8 days from now. You glance back at the title of your song, Everywhere. You wrote this song for him, for Christian. He was almost everywhere you went. Sometimes you would smell him in the air. It's weird but you recognize his scent now. You feel him; you know it's him. You can feel his breath against your neck, his smell becomes stronger, you hear his heart beat. Then you turn around to look but he's never there. His breathing disappears and his smell slowly fades as well. Sometimes you hear his voice singing as he disappears away; a very faint yet beautiful voice singing. Suddenly your pen drops onto the floor and under the bed. You stoop down to pick it up. You feel something else, not a pen but.a book? You grab it out from under the bed. It looks old and a bit worn, it was red and the title was a bit faded but still visible. "Love at the Moulin Rouge by Christian James". Your heart starts pounding really fast. You place the book on the table for the typewriter. You feel as if someone had put it there. It's like someone wanted you to find it.Christian? There was a 95 percent chance it was him. You don't want to look at that book again, you wear an over sized shirt over your tight tank top and put up your hair in a cap. You make your way out the door.out of here. As you walk along the rainy streets of Montmare, for the first time you think to yourself that this is your home. This place wasn't something to label as, you labeled it. It could be a fun and romantic town or a gloomy one. But this was your home, it seems as though your ghost was the only depressing thing around. You pass by this shop with a glass window letting you see your reflection. You wore these unnoticeable clothes for a reason; you didn't want him to find you. It was stupid but you seem to be at this part wherein you'd do every little detail to avoid him. But he'll still find you; he always does.
Then, you feel it again, the feeling you got when Christian's about to appear. You smell him in the air. His smell had this kind of thing all guys had yet it still had uniqueness. Through the reflective glass mirror you see him. His deep sad eyes. "Satine." You heard his voice say. "Who?" you whisper. "Satine, my love. She left me, they took her away. I can't find her. Please, help me." "No! I don't want anything to do with you! Just leave me alone!" and with that you run inside the store. When you enter you find out it isn't really a store but a restaurant. It was warm and there were only 4 sets of tables and chairs and a bar or something opposite side to the entrance. You just stand there for a while, absorbing the environment around you. The place looked old but from long time ago it was new and full of song and joy. You can imagine people enter through the door with smiles on their faces and a pianist would be playing music and some couples would dance. You swear, you could almost hear the laughter and music. "May I help you?" an old woman's voice said from behind the bar. You almost jumped. She was old, yet she didn't look like the grandmother type. There was something about her, something bitter. You could see that it wasn't all loneliness.but something made her sad and angry. "Ummm.uh."You stammer for a few seconds. "If you're not getting anything, you might as well leave." She said bitterly. "I'll have some tea." You automatically say. She eyes you for a while then starts boiling water in a kettle from behind the bar. The silence slightly makes you uncomfortable. "Ummm, nice piano. Do you play?" you ask her timidly. "My father did." She answers. Okay, still cold. "How long has this place been around?" you try again. "Ohhh, a long time my dear, a long time." She says. It's better this time, her tone had more expression. You stand up and approach the piano. You run your hands through the ancient piece of antique. You close your eyes.music. You hear music being played on this very piano. A man with blonde hair plays it as his daughter sits beside him. Bohemians enter for a drink and laugh merrily. "Yeah, once upon a time." you trail of with a smile on your face with your eyes still closed. You slowly open them to find the old lady was now sitting down at the table nearest to the piano and you. "Can you see?" she whispers. "What?" you ask. "Can you see? Can you see the past?" she tells you desperately. "Yes" you, whisper again. "At least I think I can see." "Come over here." She tells you. You take the seat facing opposite to her. "A while ago, at the piano, you were smiling.you were seeing something. You looked like the people that used to come here. You saw it didn't you? You saw this place in another time." She tells you. You look at the piano then back at her. "Yeah, I saw it. I saw your father playing the piano. I saw the bohemians come in. I heard the music and laughter. I felt the happiness." You tell her. "Did you see him?" she asks. You stay confused for a while but finally you answer. "Yes, I saw your father." She smiles. For the first time you see her smile. Her wrinkles suddenly start to fade away, the room becomes bright and people start to appear from thin air. The man with the glasses starts to play the piano and her hair had turned gold and her eyes became bluer. She was a young woman again of about 15. She chuckles and her voice is now light and cheerful. She points at a part of the bar where a dark haired man was sitting. "Silly, not my father, him!" chuckles. The man turns and you easily recognize him. Christian, it's Christian but more cheerful. He smiles and waves over at you. "Maria!" he calls out to the old lady-turned young woman beside you. He makes his way to the both of you but you freeze. You're too frozen to speak or move. He sits down. "How are you today, who's your friend?" he asks. She giggles, "Where's Satine? Is she of with the duke again?" Duke? What duke? "Yes she is but she said she'd meet me here this afternoon. Maria, you don't know how hard it is to keep an affair secret." He replies to her. Secret affair? Did Christian and Satine have a secret affair? "Oh, yes, this is my friend Christian. She came to run away." You hear Maria say. "Run away?" Christian asks. "Yes, run away from you." Suddenly everything begins to disappear. Maria slowly turns back into her age again. You're now back to the dark and lonely scene. You look at Maria. Tears trickle down slowly from her eyes. "Why do you run away?" she asks. "Because I don't understand why he's following me? Because it's not suppose to happen! Because." you tell her. Tears escape from your eyes too. "Because I'm afraid." You finish. "Don't be. Christian was a good man and he's just lost. Please, help him, help my friend." She tells you. Then as if nothing happened she goes behind the bar to get your tea. "On the house." She says as she sits down and places two cups of tea on the table. You both drink in Silence for a second. "You know, I haven't seen Christian in a while." She tells you. You put your cup down. "Why me? Why is he following me? Why is he haunting me?" you ask. She stares into your eyes. Your beautiful blue eyes. "Take of your cap." She orders you. Being obedient you take it of and let your long hair fall down. It's reddish with dyed orange streaks that don't look to obvious but emphasize your hair color. "You remind him of someone." She tells you. "I do? Who?" you ask. The words escape her lips and it scares you. You were afraid of this. "Satine." Was her answer.
Turn it inside out so I can see
The part of you that's drifting over me
And when I wake you're never there
But when I sleep you're everywhere
You're everywhere Just tell me how I got this far
Just tell me why you're here and who you are
'Cause every time I look
you're never there
And every time I sleep
you're always there 'Cause you're everywhere to me
And when I close my eyes it's you I see
You're everything I know
that makes me believe
I'm not alone
I recognize the way you make me feel
It's hard to think that
you might not be real
I sense it now, the water's getting deep
I try to wash the pain away from me
Away from me 'Cause you're everywhere to me
And when I close my eyes it's you I see
You're everything I know
that makes me believe
I'm not alone
And when I touch your hand
It's then I understand
The beauty that's within
It's now that we begin
You always light my way
I hope there never comes a day
No matter where I go
I always feel you so 'Cause you're everywhere to me
And when I close my eyes it's you I see
You're everything I know
that makes me believe
I'm not alone
'Cause you're everywhere to me
And when I catch my breath
it's you I breathe
You're everything I know
that makes me believe
I'm not alone You're in everyone I see
So tell me
Do you see me?
You re-read the lyrics of your latest song. You and your band have finally found a gig! You guys would be playing at the Moulin Rouge!!! During weekends the place is packed with people not only from Montmare. You also know the fact that there are agents they're looking for potential stars. You would be playing 8 days from now. You glance back at the title of your song, Everywhere. You wrote this song for him, for Christian. He was almost everywhere you went. Sometimes you would smell him in the air. It's weird but you recognize his scent now. You feel him; you know it's him. You can feel his breath against your neck, his smell becomes stronger, you hear his heart beat. Then you turn around to look but he's never there. His breathing disappears and his smell slowly fades as well. Sometimes you hear his voice singing as he disappears away; a very faint yet beautiful voice singing. Suddenly your pen drops onto the floor and under the bed. You stoop down to pick it up. You feel something else, not a pen but.a book? You grab it out from under the bed. It looks old and a bit worn, it was red and the title was a bit faded but still visible. "Love at the Moulin Rouge by Christian James". Your heart starts pounding really fast. You place the book on the table for the typewriter. You feel as if someone had put it there. It's like someone wanted you to find it.Christian? There was a 95 percent chance it was him. You don't want to look at that book again, you wear an over sized shirt over your tight tank top and put up your hair in a cap. You make your way out the door.out of here. As you walk along the rainy streets of Montmare, for the first time you think to yourself that this is your home. This place wasn't something to label as, you labeled it. It could be a fun and romantic town or a gloomy one. But this was your home, it seems as though your ghost was the only depressing thing around. You pass by this shop with a glass window letting you see your reflection. You wore these unnoticeable clothes for a reason; you didn't want him to find you. It was stupid but you seem to be at this part wherein you'd do every little detail to avoid him. But he'll still find you; he always does.
Then, you feel it again, the feeling you got when Christian's about to appear. You smell him in the air. His smell had this kind of thing all guys had yet it still had uniqueness. Through the reflective glass mirror you see him. His deep sad eyes. "Satine." You heard his voice say. "Who?" you whisper. "Satine, my love. She left me, they took her away. I can't find her. Please, help me." "No! I don't want anything to do with you! Just leave me alone!" and with that you run inside the store. When you enter you find out it isn't really a store but a restaurant. It was warm and there were only 4 sets of tables and chairs and a bar or something opposite side to the entrance. You just stand there for a while, absorbing the environment around you. The place looked old but from long time ago it was new and full of song and joy. You can imagine people enter through the door with smiles on their faces and a pianist would be playing music and some couples would dance. You swear, you could almost hear the laughter and music. "May I help you?" an old woman's voice said from behind the bar. You almost jumped. She was old, yet she didn't look like the grandmother type. There was something about her, something bitter. You could see that it wasn't all loneliness.but something made her sad and angry. "Ummm.uh."You stammer for a few seconds. "If you're not getting anything, you might as well leave." She said bitterly. "I'll have some tea." You automatically say. She eyes you for a while then starts boiling water in a kettle from behind the bar. The silence slightly makes you uncomfortable. "Ummm, nice piano. Do you play?" you ask her timidly. "My father did." She answers. Okay, still cold. "How long has this place been around?" you try again. "Ohhh, a long time my dear, a long time." She says. It's better this time, her tone had more expression. You stand up and approach the piano. You run your hands through the ancient piece of antique. You close your eyes.music. You hear music being played on this very piano. A man with blonde hair plays it as his daughter sits beside him. Bohemians enter for a drink and laugh merrily. "Yeah, once upon a time." you trail of with a smile on your face with your eyes still closed. You slowly open them to find the old lady was now sitting down at the table nearest to the piano and you. "Can you see?" she whispers. "What?" you ask. "Can you see? Can you see the past?" she tells you desperately. "Yes" you, whisper again. "At least I think I can see." "Come over here." She tells you. You take the seat facing opposite to her. "A while ago, at the piano, you were smiling.you were seeing something. You looked like the people that used to come here. You saw it didn't you? You saw this place in another time." She tells you. You look at the piano then back at her. "Yeah, I saw it. I saw your father playing the piano. I saw the bohemians come in. I heard the music and laughter. I felt the happiness." You tell her. "Did you see him?" she asks. You stay confused for a while but finally you answer. "Yes, I saw your father." She smiles. For the first time you see her smile. Her wrinkles suddenly start to fade away, the room becomes bright and people start to appear from thin air. The man with the glasses starts to play the piano and her hair had turned gold and her eyes became bluer. She was a young woman again of about 15. She chuckles and her voice is now light and cheerful. She points at a part of the bar where a dark haired man was sitting. "Silly, not my father, him!" chuckles. The man turns and you easily recognize him. Christian, it's Christian but more cheerful. He smiles and waves over at you. "Maria!" he calls out to the old lady-turned young woman beside you. He makes his way to the both of you but you freeze. You're too frozen to speak or move. He sits down. "How are you today, who's your friend?" he asks. She giggles, "Where's Satine? Is she of with the duke again?" Duke? What duke? "Yes she is but she said she'd meet me here this afternoon. Maria, you don't know how hard it is to keep an affair secret." He replies to her. Secret affair? Did Christian and Satine have a secret affair? "Oh, yes, this is my friend Christian. She came to run away." You hear Maria say. "Run away?" Christian asks. "Yes, run away from you." Suddenly everything begins to disappear. Maria slowly turns back into her age again. You're now back to the dark and lonely scene. You look at Maria. Tears trickle down slowly from her eyes. "Why do you run away?" she asks. "Because I don't understand why he's following me? Because it's not suppose to happen! Because." you tell her. Tears escape from your eyes too. "Because I'm afraid." You finish. "Don't be. Christian was a good man and he's just lost. Please, help him, help my friend." She tells you. Then as if nothing happened she goes behind the bar to get your tea. "On the house." She says as she sits down and places two cups of tea on the table. You both drink in Silence for a second. "You know, I haven't seen Christian in a while." She tells you. You put your cup down. "Why me? Why is he following me? Why is he haunting me?" you ask. She stares into your eyes. Your beautiful blue eyes. "Take of your cap." She orders you. Being obedient you take it of and let your long hair fall down. It's reddish with dyed orange streaks that don't look to obvious but emphasize your hair color. "You remind him of someone." She tells you. "I do? Who?" you ask. The words escape her lips and it scares you. You were afraid of this. "Satine." Was her answer.