Chapter 3
In The Moulin Rouge, You'll Have Fun
When I was 17, my mother bought me a typewriter for my birthday. To be a writer has been my dream since I was a little boy. At that time, I swore to God, I never saw anything so unbelievable. I was so proud of it that I never let it out of my sight. Even now, it still lies in the bottom of my suitcase. I still think it's the most unbelievable thing I've ever seen. Until now…
Moulin Rouge has a giant red windmill on its entrance door. And right behind that door you could see a park with a giant elephant stood quietly.
"Good decoration, eh?" asked Toulouse to me.
"No," I replied, "It's great! Tell me its history!"
"I don't know, and if I knew, I wouldn't tell you or you won't have anything to ask to Satine."
As we talked, we approached the main building. The doorman let us in. Inside, I saw a large spacious room, filled with rich men and beautiful women, dressed in a tidy suit and colourful gown. I never saw so much people in one place before. First I thought it was the effect of the mirrored-wall, but I was wrong. People from all over country were here, for Moulin Rouge is the place where the borjuis and their workers blended into one. Some of them were chatting; the others were dancing, some just sat and watched the dancers, or watched each other watching the dancer. Toulouse then led our way to..
"Promenoir!" said he while we seated ourselves, "that's all I can tell you, my friend. Promenoir is a covered walk around the dance floor where people could stroll around, sit down, fetch drinks, or just watch what's going on. But for me it's a place to sketch and to drink." He laughed for a moment before he asked me, "So, what do you think so far?"
"I think," I sighed, "it's the most unbelievable thing I've ever seen."
About a second later, the lights went dim. A figure of a woman on a trapeze slowly descended from top.
"It's her!" whispered Toulouse, "the Sparkling Diamond!"
"Satine..," for the third time in one day, I heard myself saying her name. I watched the trapeze slowly became lower and closer to the crowd who suddenly turned quiet. When it was low enough, a beautiful voice whispered,
Uh- Let me loose
The lights then turned back on and two clowns helped Satine to climb down from trapeze. Afterwards, she danced around through the song she sang,
Oooh, I'm overdue, gimme some room, comin' through
Paid my dues, I'm in the mood, me and my girls come to shake the room
DJ spinnin', show your hands
Let's get dirrty, that's my jam
I need that, uh to get me off, sweatin' till my clothes come off
It's explosive, speakers are thrumpin'
Still jumpin' six in the mornin'
Table dancin', glasses are crashin'
No question, time for some action
Temperatures up, can you feel it
'bout to erupt
Gonna get my girls, get your boys, gonna make some noise
Gonna get rowdy, gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty, it's about time that I came to start the
Party, sweat drippin' over my body
Dancin', getting' just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it's about time for my arrival
The music kept playing, the crowds surrounded her, but Satine suddenly stopped moving and moved her head everywhere, like she was looking for someone. The next thing happened was like a dream to me, she saw me, and she smiled. I think I was the one she was looking for. She called some male dancers to bring her a chair. When she was settled, the dancers took her and her chair where she pointed at: Me!
It's about time for my arrival
She sang that last lyrics when she finally stood before me. I was too shocked to say something. And apparently all the Bohos that accompanied me felt the same way, too. There was not a single sound from us.
"I believe you're expecting me," said Satine to me.
"Yes, yes," I replied, half nervous, half excited.
"So, you're the journalist Toulouse has been telling about. Do you like to begin your 'observation' now?" While she spoke to me, all eyes were staring at us. I never got so much attention like this before.
"Yes, I mean, now? But, I didn't bring my notebook and my pen and.."
"You don't need a pen when all you will be observing tonight is the dance floor!" Then she pulled me to my 'observation' place.
The music was playing again,
'Put on your red shoes and dance…'
On the dance floor, Satine did these high-kicks that almost threw my hat away. (Yes, the Argentinean's best suit came also with a hat.) She started a conversation, "I'm so glad that you're interested with our little show," she said between her breath.
"Yes, I.. I.. my boss sent me here and thank you for doing this, I mean, I understand that you're a very busy woman, thank you for accepting Toulouse's offer to be my guide, err.. thank you." I didn't know why I acted this way, I never said or wrote a sentence too long, especially when it had three same words in it.
"Oh, I thought you're the one who told Toulouse to ask me to be your guide." Suddenly she stopped dancing and her voice sounded disappointed.
"Actually, I didn't. But I did urge him to come here early so we could meet right away!" I tried to console her.
"Oh, that's so sweet!" Her smile went back. "I tell you what, since you're being so nice and handsome.." I didn't dance as active as Satine, but I could feel my face blushed more than hers. "I will let you begin your questions tonight. Meet me in The Elephant Room. Alone!"
"Alone?" I asked.
"Totally alone!" She smiled mischievously.
The music once again stopped, and the male dancers who just brought her to me appeared again and lifted her up back to her trapeze. Slowly, the swinging thing took her back to where she came from, where I first saw here, from the sky above, like an angel. An angel, who blew me a kiss before she's gone, accompanied by a round of applause and cheers from the crowd below, and left me wishing it wasn't only a dream.
I once uploaded this chapter, but one day I made a mistake that made me remove my story… but I have uploaded it again, yeaa..
The definition for Promenoir, from Toulouse-Lautrec by Udo Felbinger. The descriptoin for the activities in Moulin Rouge (some of them were dancing, …, etc) , from .
The songs are Dirrty by Christina Aguilera, and Let's Dance by David Bowie.
I wanna thank Glam And Glitter Diamond for the reviews, thanx a lot!! I'm trully sorry if your older reviews don't appear, it's my fault, I did a terrible mistake.. thank you anyway..
The next chapters will be more musical, and better too. Promise!
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