Once again, none of the characters from the movie are mine (even though
I'm using the HISTORICAL figures [mostly ;-)]) Please read/review, this is
my first fan-fic, so be kind!
The next day, I was sitting at a small table with Louise, having breakfast in the dance hall. Usually we would eat outside, but spring had taken a long time to bloom this year. We chatted about our patrons and how much money we made the night before, or anything that came to mind. The girls of the Moulin Rouge are all very close. Sure we have our fights and little groups, but mostly we all stick together. So is the way between creatures of the night.
As Louise and I munched on our toast and jam, we heard the piano playing a new song up in the pit, practicing a new song none of us had heard before. Satine walked with Harold from the curtain around the stage, learning the seductive moves that would make her a star among men in the Moulin Rouge. She had a black corset and dancing skirt on, which was what most of us wore while rehearsing our numbers. She listened as Harold instructed her, and then practiced the moves he explained. After he explained the number and gave her the music, she read it and worked the moves. She seemed in a bit over her head, confused at the dots on the sheet. I smirked to myself and turned back to Louise with a renewed sense of pride. I started up another conversation about the new developments about how corsets could actually harm your insides, and caught Louise looking at the stage with her mouth slightly open. I turned to follow her gaze, and saw Satine still on stage, but she was turned and talking to someone. I couldn't see who it was because of a pillar in my view. I leaned to the right, and made out Jane onstage with Satine, coaching her through the steps. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks.
I turned back to Louise with anger rising, showing through my cheeks. What was so great about this new girl that even Jane took to her like honey? How was she better than the rest of us? Why didn't she try to talk to me? This last thought took me by surprise. I don't care, she's just another girl, I have plenty of friends. But it still bothered me. She took the time to befriend every girl in the Moulin Rouge except me. Why am I so different?
I shook myself. I don't care about some little connasse who comes in here thinking she will be the star. I am the star of the Moulin Rouge and she can not take that from me no matter how much everyone likes her. Can she?
That night, I was put onto the floor like the other girls, having my solo taken from me by that tart. Plenty of offers were given to me on the night, but I didn't want to leave the floor until I had seen Satine's solo. I had never heard her sing and wanted to see if it was possible for her to take my place. Finally the time came, and she came onstage in a deep purple corset lined with black lacing and a skirt to match. She opened her mouth and started dancing seductively across the stage I don't give a damn about my reputation! You're living in the past it's a new generation A girl can do what she wants to do and that's What I'm gonna do An' I don't give a damn ' bout my bad reputation
Oh no not me
I watched her dance and sing with my mouth open. An older man came up behind and whispered a proposition into my ear. I raised my hand and gestured to the crowd saying I was already bought for the night, without taking my eyes off of her.
An' I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation Never said I wanted to improve my station An' I'm only doin' good When I'm havin' fun An' I don't have to please no one
I don't know how to explain the feelings I had for her, it was bitter resentment, but at the same time, the feeling love.
An' I don't give a damn 'Bout my bad reputation Oh no, not me Oh no, not me
As this last thought jumped into my head, I almost jumped myself. Love?
I don't give a damn 'Bout my reputation I've never been afraid of any deviation An' I don't really care If ya think I'm strange I ain't gonna change An' I'm never gonna care 'Bout my bad reputation
She is a woman! Sure, I had some men pay me to have sex with other women while they watched, but I had never felt anything during it. I was paid to make men believe what they wanted to believe, not to feel for myself! I could not love her. She must now be one of us, a princess de la rue, and I could never love anyways.
An' I don't give a damn 'Bout my reputation The world's in trouble There's no communication An' everyone can say What they want to say It never gets better anyway So why should I care 'Bout a bad reputation anyway Oh no, not me Oh no, not me
Rule number one, the one that had been beaten into my head by Harrold was that you never fall in love. Ever. You are allowed to lust, to want to have sex with them, that makes it all the better when they pay for you. But love? No. Not possible. I would never allow myself to love.
These thoughts shook through my head and made the resentment towards her rush through my veins like liquid fire. I hate her! she is just another tramp here to spell the gentlemen fall for her, and I have fallen in the way of her spell to a man. No, she was more evil than that. She wants me to fall in love with her so she can leave me broken, crying on the street while she takes my place at the Moulin Rouge! I will not let this happen. She will not take my place.
I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation You're living in the past It's a new generation An' I only feel good When I got no pain An' that's how I'm gonna stay An' I don't give a damn 'Bout my bad reputation Oh no, not me Oh no, not Not me, not me
Her song ended and she headed onto the floor to find Harrold, the look of a child who had written his name for the first time in her eyes. I walked to the steps of my room in the elephant, determined not to let his woman take my place.
BTW: Connasse means bitch in French and Princess de la Rue means princess of the street, or a whore. The song I used was I Don't Give a Damn by Joan Jett.
The next day, I was sitting at a small table with Louise, having breakfast in the dance hall. Usually we would eat outside, but spring had taken a long time to bloom this year. We chatted about our patrons and how much money we made the night before, or anything that came to mind. The girls of the Moulin Rouge are all very close. Sure we have our fights and little groups, but mostly we all stick together. So is the way between creatures of the night.
As Louise and I munched on our toast and jam, we heard the piano playing a new song up in the pit, practicing a new song none of us had heard before. Satine walked with Harold from the curtain around the stage, learning the seductive moves that would make her a star among men in the Moulin Rouge. She had a black corset and dancing skirt on, which was what most of us wore while rehearsing our numbers. She listened as Harold instructed her, and then practiced the moves he explained. After he explained the number and gave her the music, she read it and worked the moves. She seemed in a bit over her head, confused at the dots on the sheet. I smirked to myself and turned back to Louise with a renewed sense of pride. I started up another conversation about the new developments about how corsets could actually harm your insides, and caught Louise looking at the stage with her mouth slightly open. I turned to follow her gaze, and saw Satine still on stage, but she was turned and talking to someone. I couldn't see who it was because of a pillar in my view. I leaned to the right, and made out Jane onstage with Satine, coaching her through the steps. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks.
I turned back to Louise with anger rising, showing through my cheeks. What was so great about this new girl that even Jane took to her like honey? How was she better than the rest of us? Why didn't she try to talk to me? This last thought took me by surprise. I don't care, she's just another girl, I have plenty of friends. But it still bothered me. She took the time to befriend every girl in the Moulin Rouge except me. Why am I so different?
I shook myself. I don't care about some little connasse who comes in here thinking she will be the star. I am the star of the Moulin Rouge and she can not take that from me no matter how much everyone likes her. Can she?
That night, I was put onto the floor like the other girls, having my solo taken from me by that tart. Plenty of offers were given to me on the night, but I didn't want to leave the floor until I had seen Satine's solo. I had never heard her sing and wanted to see if it was possible for her to take my place. Finally the time came, and she came onstage in a deep purple corset lined with black lacing and a skirt to match. She opened her mouth and started dancing seductively across the stage I don't give a damn about my reputation! You're living in the past it's a new generation A girl can do what she wants to do and that's What I'm gonna do An' I don't give a damn ' bout my bad reputation
Oh no not me
I watched her dance and sing with my mouth open. An older man came up behind and whispered a proposition into my ear. I raised my hand and gestured to the crowd saying I was already bought for the night, without taking my eyes off of her.
An' I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation Never said I wanted to improve my station An' I'm only doin' good When I'm havin' fun An' I don't have to please no one
I don't know how to explain the feelings I had for her, it was bitter resentment, but at the same time, the feeling love.
An' I don't give a damn 'Bout my bad reputation Oh no, not me Oh no, not me
As this last thought jumped into my head, I almost jumped myself. Love?
I don't give a damn 'Bout my reputation I've never been afraid of any deviation An' I don't really care If ya think I'm strange I ain't gonna change An' I'm never gonna care 'Bout my bad reputation
She is a woman! Sure, I had some men pay me to have sex with other women while they watched, but I had never felt anything during it. I was paid to make men believe what they wanted to believe, not to feel for myself! I could not love her. She must now be one of us, a princess de la rue, and I could never love anyways.
An' I don't give a damn 'Bout my reputation The world's in trouble There's no communication An' everyone can say What they want to say It never gets better anyway So why should I care 'Bout a bad reputation anyway Oh no, not me Oh no, not me
Rule number one, the one that had been beaten into my head by Harrold was that you never fall in love. Ever. You are allowed to lust, to want to have sex with them, that makes it all the better when they pay for you. But love? No. Not possible. I would never allow myself to love.
These thoughts shook through my head and made the resentment towards her rush through my veins like liquid fire. I hate her! she is just another tramp here to spell the gentlemen fall for her, and I have fallen in the way of her spell to a man. No, she was more evil than that. She wants me to fall in love with her so she can leave me broken, crying on the street while she takes my place at the Moulin Rouge! I will not let this happen. She will not take my place.
I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation You're living in the past It's a new generation An' I only feel good When I got no pain An' that's how I'm gonna stay An' I don't give a damn 'Bout my bad reputation Oh no, not me Oh no, not Not me, not me
Her song ended and she headed onto the floor to find Harrold, the look of a child who had written his name for the first time in her eyes. I walked to the steps of my room in the elephant, determined not to let his woman take my place.
BTW: Connasse means bitch in French and Princess de la Rue means princess of the street, or a whore. The song I used was I Don't Give a Damn by Joan Jett.