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Chapter 4

I Knew I Loved You

"Tie!?"

"Check!"

"Pen!?"

"Check!"

"Notebook!?"

"Wait, err.. Check!"      

"Good, you're ready to go, Christian!"

The five Bohemians and I were standing right below the Elephant and Toulouse just helped me preparing for my meeting with Satine. The Argentinean suddenly grabbed my shoulder and said,

"No, mi amigo! You're not going anywhere unless you hear me now!"

"Oh, not again!" Behind him, his friends were muttering.

"Listen to me!" said the Argentinean, ignoring them, and looked straightly into my eyes, "my final warning, 'NEVER FALL IN LOVE WITH A WOMAN WHO SELLS THEIR SELVES. IT ALWAYS ENDS BAD!!!' This woman is a courtesan, she's a teaser. Everything that she says to you maybe she says it only for her own pleasures. Just, don't believe everything she says! ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?"

The Argentinean sounded angry, why wouldn't he? The man he was talking to was covering his ears, afraid of getting deaf only by listening his friend's loud-volume-advice. Nevertheless, I still could hear him, and that was what I said to him.

"Good!" Satisfied, he let go off his hands.

"Don't worry, Christian," said Toulouse, "he says it all the time, don't take it serious. Oh, yeah, maybe we will come home a little late; right now we're having a meeting with the investor. Now, the girl is waiting, go, go! Hush!" He made a gesture that told me to leave, and with that I walked to the Elephant.

"What about buttoned pants?" I heard the Argentinean shouted.

"Check!" I shouted back.

Satine wasn't there yet when I arrived. When Satine told me that she wanted to meet me in the Elephant, I didn't know that it had a big room on it. The decoration was dominated by red. I tried to relax a little bit by watching the view from its heart-shaped window.

"Heart, heart," I thought, "heart, wait, something wasn't checked! A heart of bravery and filled with self-confidences!"

Just before I decided to jump out of the window and made myself killed, Satine has saved my life. "This is a wonderful place for an observation, don't you think?" she said while she was entering the room with black lingerie. "Do you want to start now?"

"What?" I asked, confusedly.

"The interview, our discussion about Moulin Rouge. You asked me a question and I'll try to answer it."

"Oh, that. Well, that's a good idea. If you don't mind, yes, we can start now." With every minute passed by, I got more nervous and nervous.

"OK, let's see." Satine swirled around the room. "The Elephant has been here since the opening night of Moulin Rouge. This painting here was painted by your friend, Toulouse. And the bed here..," she sat down on it, "It just came in here yesterday."

I remembered what the Argentinean told me, she's a courtesan, she's a teaser, and everything she says maybe she says it only for her pleasures. So, I was trying to look like I was controlling the situation.

"Ehm, that's nice," I said while opening my notebook.

"What is that?" asked Satine to me. It seemed that she was more interested to my notebook than our meeting. "Is that where you write all your stories?"

"No, it's only my notebook, it's where I write all my interviews and all that journalists usually write. I wish I had stories, but I don't."

"Why? Journalist is a writer, writers have stories. You must have stories."

"Actually, I had one, a long time ago."

"What happened?"

"Well, it didn't work out. It.. I thought we're here to talk about Moulin Rouge."

"I'm sorry," said Satine, with an innocent face.

"That's all right. Let's move on. So.."

"Do you write poetry, too?" I just found out that Satine could be really hard to be persuaded.

"I heard that Harold Zidler, the owner.." I tried to ignore her.

"Songs? What about songs? Do you have one?"

"Can-can dancers, how many of them?"

"I know you write songs! What kind of songs? Love songs? Songs I can sing for my numbers?"

This has gone too far, I closed my notebook and put it back in my suit. I wouldn't lie, though. Sometimes I write songs to kill my time, and I was sure Satine would be impressed when she heard it.

"Please, please let me hear it. Can you write a song for me?"

A song for her? A song for her must be a song about a man who falls truly in love with her, maybe even before he met her, maybe he falls in love so deeply that when he hears her name, his heart skips a beat, and he repeated it over and over again in one day. Before I knew it, my mind has wandered, searching for inspiration.

 "I promise, I'll answer all your questions afterwards, I'm dying to hear it, I..," Satine couldn't finish her words, a voice, came out from my heart more than from my mouth has filled the air with a song,

Maybe it's intuition

But some things you just don't question

Like in your eyes

I see my future in an instant

And there it goes

I think I've found my best friend

I know that it might sound more than a little crazy

But I believe

I knew I loved you before I met you

I think I dreamed you into life

I knew I loved you before I met you

I have been waiting all my life

I couldn't stop myself, I walked to Satine. She didn't smile, she didn't talk, she didn't even move. She just sat on the bed, like before I sang to her, and her blue eyes watched me with a look that I couldn't tell. Her jaw dropped. I really couldn't tell what she was thinking. All I knew that this was my happiest time. Now, together with her. I took her hands, I pulled her into my arms, and then we danced. When we were dancing, Satine put her head on my shoulder, and I swore I could hear the voices of angels before I continued singing,

A thousand angels dance around you

I am complete now that I've found you

I knew I loved you before I met you

I think I dream you into my life

I knew I loved you before I met you

I have been waiting all my life

We stopped dancing as the song was out. Satine's head was still on my shoulder. It took a moment before both of us were taken back to the Elephant Room from wherever our mind and heart took us earlier. Satine suddenly acted awkward.

"Very good! That was a good song!"

"Good? That's it?" I felt a little disappointed.

"Yes, and you have passed the test. Now you can go home."

"Test? Home? But, what about my questions?"

"I said it before, I promise I'll answer all your questions after your song. I didn't say when. See you tomorrow!"

I said nothing and walked away. "The Argentinean had a point, she says what she wants to say, and does what she likes to do. Prostitutes! But, she's not that bad. I never told anyone that I wrote a story before. And I never let anyone hear my songs, until now," thought me as I walked back to my apartment.

When I got there, I decided to see if Toulouse has arrived yet. He was there, in his room, which, I just realized, was on the top of mine. He held a bottle of Absinthe in his hand, and when he talked, he spilled out a smell of alcohol to my face.

"He wants more than we offered. He wants her in the play. He wants Satine." I assumed that he was talking about the investor.

I left after I put a blanket on him and told him to sleep. In my room, I was lying under my own blanket, but I couldn't sleep. I was thinking about my song, about Satine, about our appointment tomorrow, and how afraid I was that she would cancel it. The investor wanted Satine in Toulouse's play. I think she wouldn't let go such an opportunity, I knew I wouldn't. I hoped she would say no to him. I couldn't wait to meet her.

"Why?" I asked myself.

"So, so, I can ask her if she wants to stay to guide me." I answered.

"Yes, that's why!" I said loudly to myself.

"Christian, are you OK?" My voice was so loud that wind flew it through the thin wooden ceiling and woke Toulouse up.

Again, sorry if this chapter is too long for some of you..

I hope it's not confusing, but in this fan fic, Satine has no part in Toulouse's play. And why is that? Hmm, you just have to wait.

The song is I Knew I Loved You by Savage Garden. I thought it would fit the story cause it's told that Christian has fallen in love with Satine ever since he heard his name, although he hasn't realized it yet. But what about Satine? Does she feel the same way, too? More to come..

Christian has fallen in love since he heard his name.. Inspired by Nicole Kidman's interview in Moulin Rouge Behind The Scenes (I guess..) She said, Christian has fallen in love since he saw her on the trapeze, so I take it a little further.. Hope that's OK with you..

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