Okay, before we start I'd like to apologize for the paragraphs. I did set
them in an easy-to-read form only when I posted it the format turned out
different. Don't ask me why. Oh, and yes.thanks for the reviews. They
really keep me writing. At least I'm not being ignored. Anyway, here's the
fic.
You hear a knock on your door and ask who it is. "It's me." Comes Gordo's voice. "Yeah, come in." you say. He enters. "Ready for to go?" he asks. "Go where?" you reply. "To the Moulin Rouge." He says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "Isn't our performance tomorrow?" you ask. "Yeah, but the owner let us spend the night sleep we can get in to the hang of things." He says.
You give a small laugh, "Overnight? In a theatre bar?" you say, "Where does he expect us to sleep? On the stage?" Gordo sighs and sits beside you on your bed giving you a playful smack on the head. "SHE said that there are rooms somewhere backstage. She keeps it for performers who stay overnight for whatever reason."
"Oh." You say sheepishly. "Well that means I gotta pack." You tell him as you push him out the door and slam it.
You quickly scribble a mental list of what you need to bring. After you've packed your stuff Marius comes in. "All packed up?" he asks. You nod at him and you notice a certain book on your desk get his attention. He walks towards it. "Love at the Moulin Rouge by Christian James." He reads. "Moulin Rouge? Where'd you get this?" he says, opening the book. "Published in 1900.[your name], This is an antique! You could sell this for millions!" You are suddenly annoyed by his snoopiness and you grab the book away from him.
"Hey!" he exclaims, "Well somebody's feeling touchy today." He you hear him say as he walks out of your room. You look back at the book and your heart starts pounding really fast again. Christian's spirit starts to fill the room again. "Oh, man, not again." you think to yourself.
You feel invisible hands around your own ones, which are still clasping the book. The invisible hands force you to open the book and Christian reads it to you. He almost seems real reading it. "It was the summer of 1899. I knew nothing of Satine, Zidler or the Moulin Rouge."
"You ready?" you almost jump at Gordo's voice. Christian was already gone and the haunting aura of the past had left too. You quickly slap the book shut and grab your bags. "Yup." You reply. Before you forget, you leave the book behind in your room.
You and your band have finally settled in the dressing rooms. The three of them went out to explore the place but you just wanted to stay here. You sit down at a stool that was meant for the dresser and look at yourself. You run your fingers through your hair. Suddenly you hear singing but it's not Christian's.
"One day I'll fly away, leave all this to yesterday. What more could your love do for me? When will love be through with me? Why live life from dream to dream and dread the day when dreaming ends." it's a woman's voice. It was deep, sad and lonely.
"Who's there?" you call out. "Is-is there anybody here?" you start to panic. "Get out of my dresser!!!!" you hear the same voice command. You jump up. You turn and you see an extraordinarily beautiful woman with blue eyes and russet-red hair. She must've been another performer or something. She looked kinda crazy to you.
You apologize and quickly get of the seat. She seemed to wear a rose- scented perfume. She dressed kinda weird. She sat on the stool and took her time looking at the mirror. You think this is boring so you stop observing her. Until she starts weeping.
"Miss?" you ask. "Are you okay?" What a wacko. She starts crying after staring at the mirror? "No." you hear her mumble through sobs. "Is there anything I can do?" you offer. "No." you hear her reply again. Then she starts mumbling a name; this certain name scares you. "Christian, oh my penniless writer. Where are you?"
You hear a knock on your door and ask who it is. "It's me." Comes Gordo's voice. "Yeah, come in." you say. He enters. "Ready for to go?" he asks. "Go where?" you reply. "To the Moulin Rouge." He says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "Isn't our performance tomorrow?" you ask. "Yeah, but the owner let us spend the night sleep we can get in to the hang of things." He says.
You give a small laugh, "Overnight? In a theatre bar?" you say, "Where does he expect us to sleep? On the stage?" Gordo sighs and sits beside you on your bed giving you a playful smack on the head. "SHE said that there are rooms somewhere backstage. She keeps it for performers who stay overnight for whatever reason."
"Oh." You say sheepishly. "Well that means I gotta pack." You tell him as you push him out the door and slam it.
You quickly scribble a mental list of what you need to bring. After you've packed your stuff Marius comes in. "All packed up?" he asks. You nod at him and you notice a certain book on your desk get his attention. He walks towards it. "Love at the Moulin Rouge by Christian James." He reads. "Moulin Rouge? Where'd you get this?" he says, opening the book. "Published in 1900.[your name], This is an antique! You could sell this for millions!" You are suddenly annoyed by his snoopiness and you grab the book away from him.
"Hey!" he exclaims, "Well somebody's feeling touchy today." He you hear him say as he walks out of your room. You look back at the book and your heart starts pounding really fast again. Christian's spirit starts to fill the room again. "Oh, man, not again." you think to yourself.
You feel invisible hands around your own ones, which are still clasping the book. The invisible hands force you to open the book and Christian reads it to you. He almost seems real reading it. "It was the summer of 1899. I knew nothing of Satine, Zidler or the Moulin Rouge."
"You ready?" you almost jump at Gordo's voice. Christian was already gone and the haunting aura of the past had left too. You quickly slap the book shut and grab your bags. "Yup." You reply. Before you forget, you leave the book behind in your room.
You and your band have finally settled in the dressing rooms. The three of them went out to explore the place but you just wanted to stay here. You sit down at a stool that was meant for the dresser and look at yourself. You run your fingers through your hair. Suddenly you hear singing but it's not Christian's.
"One day I'll fly away, leave all this to yesterday. What more could your love do for me? When will love be through with me? Why live life from dream to dream and dread the day when dreaming ends." it's a woman's voice. It was deep, sad and lonely.
"Who's there?" you call out. "Is-is there anybody here?" you start to panic. "Get out of my dresser!!!!" you hear the same voice command. You jump up. You turn and you see an extraordinarily beautiful woman with blue eyes and russet-red hair. She must've been another performer or something. She looked kinda crazy to you.
You apologize and quickly get of the seat. She seemed to wear a rose- scented perfume. She dressed kinda weird. She sat on the stool and took her time looking at the mirror. You think this is boring so you stop observing her. Until she starts weeping.
"Miss?" you ask. "Are you okay?" What a wacko. She starts crying after staring at the mirror? "No." you hear her mumble through sobs. "Is there anything I can do?" you offer. "No." you hear her reply again. Then she starts mumbling a name; this certain name scares you. "Christian, oh my penniless writer. Where are you?"