Hi guys! Wow! I got back home to find some reviews! I didn't even think
that I would get one! Thank you so much to:
Janice: Thank you very much for your advice! I looked more closely at my
story, and realized that I could fine tune it a bit more, and there is in
FACT a story to the photograph, which Satine will talk about in this
chapter! Please keep reviewing, it was a big help to me for the writing of
this chapter!
Stacey: Thanks! I will keep writing if people continue to show interest!
Tani: Thanks alot! I figure that I should explain would happen now, because
my edit function is being a big poop and not working! ( So here is the
revised end of chapter 1: "I will find you again darling. Come what may".
He kissed her forehead and then her lips passionately, a promise of his
love to her.
There! Warner had gotten through the door, and squinted to see his targets through the rain. He shot once with his trusty revolver.
Satine jumped, and almost screamed, but Christian silenced her with his hand. "Go!" he said vehemently, "I'll fend them off. I won't lose you to him."
Run he said. And so she did.
~finis. Ya, so that's a bit better. I'll add that in. What happened is that Christian was trying to fend them off, so that she could escape. So I hope that that clarifies that for some of you! As always, feel free to email me with comments, or suggestions. Thank you to those who reviewed, and to those who didn't! Disclaimer: I don't own Moulin rouge. That is my last disclaimer for this story. If I did own Moulin rouge, Satine would have lived! LIVED!!
Act 2~ the velvet curtains open on to the computer, as the viewers sit in awe and hushed silence.
Sleep never came easily to her any more. She would lie in bed and just.stare at the ceiling until he was asleep. Then, she would slink out of bed, out the bedroom door and would climb steadily to the tower. There was a window in the tower, which had a window seat. He had no idea that she went up there every night, and would probably ban her from doing it, if he did find out! The night breeze ruffled her hair, blowing random strands back and forth. Before she sat down, she lifted up the dark blue seat to reveal a small box, about the size of her palm. She sat down, and opened the box. Inside was a small photograph. It was the one thing she had left of him, her first and only love, Christian.
To any other person, it was a regular photograph. But to Satine, it was hope. The only shred of hope that she had left.
It would be five years in 2 weeks. Five years of waiting, of hoping, of dreaming, of sleepless nights and restless days. She smiled slightly as she recalled the day that the photograph had been taken.
Flashback, to 1899, Satine, Christian and Toulouse are in Christian's garret, rehearsing and fine tuning "Spectacular, Spectacular"
"And then the evil maharaja takes her hand, and says, "You shall be mine!"" Christian explained to the two of them, while using lively hand motions to enhance the line. Satine and Toulouse both laughed at his ridiculous accent. Then Christian came upon Toulouse's line, at which he suddenly jumped up, excited at the prospect of reading his lines, but he accidentally spilled steaming hot tea and sugar cookies all over himself, and began to yelp in pain! Satine and Christian both burst into laughter, and Toulouse grumbled something about going to change. He left and closed the door to Christian's garret. Satine lay back down on the lounge, her laughter subsiding into a happy sigh.
"Oh Christian,' she said slowly, as he leaned down to her, "I don't know how I made it through the day without this," and she smiled at him. "Without what?" He asked her, pulling her up to him, so that she was sitting. "All of this!" She said. "I don't think I could go back to the way things were."
"You'll never have to," he answered, smiling, entwining his hands in her own, and lifting her up. "Come here, I want to show you something" he said, and led her to the window. He turned her to the window, and pointed his finger at the Moulin rouge. "See there" he said, and she nodded.
"After tomorrow, we will be as far away from there as you can imagine."
"Oh, really? And how will we do that?" She quipped, turning to look at him, her hands around his neck.
"Well, I just happen to have two train tickets, for us, out of Paris." He put his arms around her and said, "We'll be far away from here. We can start over again; a new life"
"That, monsieur Christian, sounds like a wonderful idea." But before their lips could meet, Toulouse took a picture! Hey had been so wrapped up in themselves, they hadn't noticed that Toulouse had snuck back in the room, and set up his camera!
"Ooh..how wonderfuw! My foist picture! Wait just a minute for it to come out.voiwa!" And it was perfect. All three of them laughed. ~ end flashback
Satine was brought out of her little recap by a bird cawing somewhere in the distance. "One day I'll fly away" she said. She had been so sure. But where did she fly off to? What had happened to Christian? He told her that he would fend them off. So she ran, ran with the knowledge of him finding her again. But she ran straight into his grasp. Into the duke. Where did she fly to? Another cage, with higher and thicker bars. Would she never be free? Always stuck, somewhere for some reason or another. Happiness, always spectacular in its fleeting moment of glory, before disappearing again, leaving her more broken than before. She began to hum, absentmindedly. "I follow the night" "Cant stand the light" She found the words again, the old song coming back to her, "When will I begin to live again?" "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" She got louder and louder, and louder, until all that was running through her mind was the song "One day I'll fly away" "Leave all this to yesterday" "Why live life from dream to dream" "And dread the day" "When dreaming.ends" As a tear slid slowly down her cheek, she kissed the picture, and put it back to it's tiny hiding spot. She left the tower and went back to bed, only to repeat the same cycle tomorrow. ~Finis
Again, tell me what you think!! Press that little blue button down there. I'm hoping to get about 10 reviews in total, so that means.7 reviews! Come on guys, you can do it!! ~lee tea
There! Warner had gotten through the door, and squinted to see his targets through the rain. He shot once with his trusty revolver.
Satine jumped, and almost screamed, but Christian silenced her with his hand. "Go!" he said vehemently, "I'll fend them off. I won't lose you to him."
Run he said. And so she did.
~finis. Ya, so that's a bit better. I'll add that in. What happened is that Christian was trying to fend them off, so that she could escape. So I hope that that clarifies that for some of you! As always, feel free to email me with comments, or suggestions. Thank you to those who reviewed, and to those who didn't! Disclaimer: I don't own Moulin rouge. That is my last disclaimer for this story. If I did own Moulin rouge, Satine would have lived! LIVED!!
Act 2~ the velvet curtains open on to the computer, as the viewers sit in awe and hushed silence.
Sleep never came easily to her any more. She would lie in bed and just.stare at the ceiling until he was asleep. Then, she would slink out of bed, out the bedroom door and would climb steadily to the tower. There was a window in the tower, which had a window seat. He had no idea that she went up there every night, and would probably ban her from doing it, if he did find out! The night breeze ruffled her hair, blowing random strands back and forth. Before she sat down, she lifted up the dark blue seat to reveal a small box, about the size of her palm. She sat down, and opened the box. Inside was a small photograph. It was the one thing she had left of him, her first and only love, Christian.
To any other person, it was a regular photograph. But to Satine, it was hope. The only shred of hope that she had left.
It would be five years in 2 weeks. Five years of waiting, of hoping, of dreaming, of sleepless nights and restless days. She smiled slightly as she recalled the day that the photograph had been taken.
Flashback, to 1899, Satine, Christian and Toulouse are in Christian's garret, rehearsing and fine tuning "Spectacular, Spectacular"
"And then the evil maharaja takes her hand, and says, "You shall be mine!"" Christian explained to the two of them, while using lively hand motions to enhance the line. Satine and Toulouse both laughed at his ridiculous accent. Then Christian came upon Toulouse's line, at which he suddenly jumped up, excited at the prospect of reading his lines, but he accidentally spilled steaming hot tea and sugar cookies all over himself, and began to yelp in pain! Satine and Christian both burst into laughter, and Toulouse grumbled something about going to change. He left and closed the door to Christian's garret. Satine lay back down on the lounge, her laughter subsiding into a happy sigh.
"Oh Christian,' she said slowly, as he leaned down to her, "I don't know how I made it through the day without this," and she smiled at him. "Without what?" He asked her, pulling her up to him, so that she was sitting. "All of this!" She said. "I don't think I could go back to the way things were."
"You'll never have to," he answered, smiling, entwining his hands in her own, and lifting her up. "Come here, I want to show you something" he said, and led her to the window. He turned her to the window, and pointed his finger at the Moulin rouge. "See there" he said, and she nodded.
"After tomorrow, we will be as far away from there as you can imagine."
"Oh, really? And how will we do that?" She quipped, turning to look at him, her hands around his neck.
"Well, I just happen to have two train tickets, for us, out of Paris." He put his arms around her and said, "We'll be far away from here. We can start over again; a new life"
"That, monsieur Christian, sounds like a wonderful idea." But before their lips could meet, Toulouse took a picture! Hey had been so wrapped up in themselves, they hadn't noticed that Toulouse had snuck back in the room, and set up his camera!
"Ooh..how wonderfuw! My foist picture! Wait just a minute for it to come out.voiwa!" And it was perfect. All three of them laughed. ~ end flashback
Satine was brought out of her little recap by a bird cawing somewhere in the distance. "One day I'll fly away" she said. She had been so sure. But where did she fly off to? What had happened to Christian? He told her that he would fend them off. So she ran, ran with the knowledge of him finding her again. But she ran straight into his grasp. Into the duke. Where did she fly to? Another cage, with higher and thicker bars. Would she never be free? Always stuck, somewhere for some reason or another. Happiness, always spectacular in its fleeting moment of glory, before disappearing again, leaving her more broken than before. She began to hum, absentmindedly. "I follow the night" "Cant stand the light" She found the words again, the old song coming back to her, "When will I begin to live again?" "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" She got louder and louder, and louder, until all that was running through her mind was the song "One day I'll fly away" "Leave all this to yesterday" "Why live life from dream to dream" "And dread the day" "When dreaming.ends" As a tear slid slowly down her cheek, she kissed the picture, and put it back to it's tiny hiding spot. She left the tower and went back to bed, only to repeat the same cycle tomorrow. ~Finis
Again, tell me what you think!! Press that little blue button down there. I'm hoping to get about 10 reviews in total, so that means.7 reviews! Come on guys, you can do it!! ~lee tea