There once was a girl, beautiful girl she was. I remember just like I remembered Satine. She had chestnut hair and green eyes like Satine. She was no more then 5'3. She was one of the sweetest people you could ever meet a smile on her face would cheer up the whole room. The songs she sang would echo through the hall. How I wish that Rebecca would of signed the contract of me being her father, but the duke had more intentions. This is our story.
It was 1900 and walked on the street doing my usual moaning for Satine. I kept on hearing her voice echoing in my head, I wanted to shut it out, but I wasn't like a light switch were you could flick it and the light would go away, it was like she wanted me to suffer. Suddenly half way through my trance a young slipped right in front of me. I helped her and she was pretty dirty form the fall. She was wearing one of those corsets, Satine wore corsets, and here I was moaning over Satine in front of her.
"Sir are you feeling ok", asked the young lady in concern.
She studies him very carefully and gasped really loud.
"What", asked Christen.
"Christen, oh my god" she yelled.
"That's me", he proclaimed
"You know, no one should be truly alone", she sighed.
"Rebecca", yelled a voice form the back.
The girl took her jacket from Christen and put over her well rounded shoulders and the put on her heel that fell off her when she tripped. A heel was torn off form how hard she hit the ground. She ran towards the voice and I didn't see her for the rest of the day.