Sorry I was late in updating you guys, this was one of those in between
chapters, and for a while there, I didn't have any motivation to write,
except for that little Christmas story. So, here you go, Satine is at the
Moulin rouge1! *god, finally!*
The velvet curtains open on to the computer screen, leaving the audience hushed in silent anticipation. Let the show begin.
Act 6 ~ I'm late, I'm late, for a very important date!
Satine woke with a start, Grouchy and tired from her, little dream that night. She turned over, only to find a small piece of paper on the other pillow. It was from.the duke? He never did this. It was always, "well, send a maid and wake her UP! You imbecile!" The note was written in the dukes' perfect handwriting. God! She hated it! She thought that he might die of terror and shock if suddenly his hand slipped, and the next letter was off by a millimeter. She laughed evilly to herself. She began to read the note.
"Darling, I have gone to the Moulin rouge with the other owners, including Zidler, to discuss business. I have arranged lunch in the gothic tower for us at 12 o'clock sharp. I trust that you know how to get there? I will have an escort carriage take you to the Moulin. You may come early if you wish, although you will most likely not see me until lunch." ~ Regards, duke de montmarte
OH! He made her so mad! Of COURSE she knew how to get there! Well, she would go early, if only to annoy him.
She called for sionelle to fetch her clothing. The duke had picked it out, as he did everyday. Today it was a low cut blood red dress, with matching long gloves to match. Plus, the diamond choker that had been given to her was also included. The whole ensemble was Satin. He obviously had some important partners and wanted to show her off. "Pig" she thought. After dressing, and eating a small breakfast, she entered the carriage, ready for the long ride from upscale Paris, to the small village of Montmarte and to the Moulin rouge.
*~~~~~~* One hour later*~~~~~~*
Satine stepped out of the carriage, and onto the hard cobblestone ground. Just as she began to go in, she heard a small cry of "giddup". She turned around, only to see the carriage riding away! "No!" She shouted! "Come back!" She tried running after it, but there was no use. And besides, it was starting to rain. So she hopped onto the step, and put her hand out to the door handle, and just as she was about to turn it,
She stopped. Ughhh.what was wrong with her? It's not like she didn't WANT to go in, it was just that, well, she didn't see herself ever coming back here, and certainly not for this reason! Of course she knew the duke had business, and it did unnerve her that he was opening it back up again, but why did SHE have to go back? Suddenly the door opened, and two men stepped out. The first tipped his hat, "miss" he said courteously. The latter of the two did the same, and held the door open for her. She could not refuse, and calmly walked in, with a "thank you gentlemen".
Right...so know she was in. She nodded her head in agreement with herself. "Right", she said.
So what was there to do now? She began to walk around, and after a while coming to the main hall. Standing at the last row of seats, she looked down to the stage. Satine walked down the rows, memories flooding into her head. She looked around and noticed that the Moulin rouge wasn't exactly in pristine condition. The seats were old and creaky, rusted with holes. They were also faded, from holes in the roof letting sunlight in. Right now, the only thing being let in was mice and rain, she thought. What had happened to this place? She had hated it once, but now she felt a tinge of guilt. She found herself at the stage. She walked up and stood at the front, looking at the seats. She used to own this stage, she thought, a sad smile coming to her face. Satine turned around and looked at the curtains. The velvet red curtains with a gold designed trim at the bottom, the only things preserved. The colour still shined with brilliance, no holes, no nothing. Just pure splendor.
*~~~~* Ten minutes later*~~~~*
Satine had reached the elephant. On top already, she found that it had stopped raining. It was hers once, her possessions and clothes and everything in here. The gold paint had come off, the rug was ripped, and the gold heart necklace that was once at the head lay broken and discarded on the floor. It was amazing that it hadn't fallen to the ground, many feet below. "Kind of like me," she thought as she bent down to examine it. The paint became discolored and chipped, the chain broken and odd looking. She ran her hand over the smooth surface, and was about to examine it, just when the 12 o'clock bell sounded In the Montmarte square. She didn't think anything of it, until she suddenly got very hungry. "*gasp!* THE DUKE!" She shouted as her head snapped up, and she started hurrying down the stairs to the gothic tower.she hoped that the duke would be late himself!!
~finis
DUN DUN DUN!!!! To be continued, by me, lee tea, in the next chapter! It'll be up soon! What can you expect?
IN THE NEXT CHAPTER: Satine has dinner with the duke, he tells her of the plans for our dear Moulin, Zidler comes back, and Christian (whatever happened to him? Shame on me) gets a letter from Zidler. Why? Well, maybe the Moulin needs a writer, and why not hire a famous writer like say..Monsieur James! Yay! (That's Christian's last name, for those of you who.umm. Didn't like.know that, ummm yea.
Oh, just so you know, I found out yesterday, that to get to me using the search function, you have to type in "tea lee" not "lee tea" ya. Btw, I don't own Moulin rouge. Check chaps one and two for full disclaimer.
The velvet curtains open on to the computer screen, leaving the audience hushed in silent anticipation. Let the show begin.
Act 6 ~ I'm late, I'm late, for a very important date!
Satine woke with a start, Grouchy and tired from her, little dream that night. She turned over, only to find a small piece of paper on the other pillow. It was from.the duke? He never did this. It was always, "well, send a maid and wake her UP! You imbecile!" The note was written in the dukes' perfect handwriting. God! She hated it! She thought that he might die of terror and shock if suddenly his hand slipped, and the next letter was off by a millimeter. She laughed evilly to herself. She began to read the note.
"Darling, I have gone to the Moulin rouge with the other owners, including Zidler, to discuss business. I have arranged lunch in the gothic tower for us at 12 o'clock sharp. I trust that you know how to get there? I will have an escort carriage take you to the Moulin. You may come early if you wish, although you will most likely not see me until lunch." ~ Regards, duke de montmarte
OH! He made her so mad! Of COURSE she knew how to get there! Well, she would go early, if only to annoy him.
She called for sionelle to fetch her clothing. The duke had picked it out, as he did everyday. Today it was a low cut blood red dress, with matching long gloves to match. Plus, the diamond choker that had been given to her was also included. The whole ensemble was Satin. He obviously had some important partners and wanted to show her off. "Pig" she thought. After dressing, and eating a small breakfast, she entered the carriage, ready for the long ride from upscale Paris, to the small village of Montmarte and to the Moulin rouge.
*~~~~~~* One hour later*~~~~~~*
Satine stepped out of the carriage, and onto the hard cobblestone ground. Just as she began to go in, she heard a small cry of "giddup". She turned around, only to see the carriage riding away! "No!" She shouted! "Come back!" She tried running after it, but there was no use. And besides, it was starting to rain. So she hopped onto the step, and put her hand out to the door handle, and just as she was about to turn it,
She stopped. Ughhh.what was wrong with her? It's not like she didn't WANT to go in, it was just that, well, she didn't see herself ever coming back here, and certainly not for this reason! Of course she knew the duke had business, and it did unnerve her that he was opening it back up again, but why did SHE have to go back? Suddenly the door opened, and two men stepped out. The first tipped his hat, "miss" he said courteously. The latter of the two did the same, and held the door open for her. She could not refuse, and calmly walked in, with a "thank you gentlemen".
Right...so know she was in. She nodded her head in agreement with herself. "Right", she said.
So what was there to do now? She began to walk around, and after a while coming to the main hall. Standing at the last row of seats, she looked down to the stage. Satine walked down the rows, memories flooding into her head. She looked around and noticed that the Moulin rouge wasn't exactly in pristine condition. The seats were old and creaky, rusted with holes. They were also faded, from holes in the roof letting sunlight in. Right now, the only thing being let in was mice and rain, she thought. What had happened to this place? She had hated it once, but now she felt a tinge of guilt. She found herself at the stage. She walked up and stood at the front, looking at the seats. She used to own this stage, she thought, a sad smile coming to her face. Satine turned around and looked at the curtains. The velvet red curtains with a gold designed trim at the bottom, the only things preserved. The colour still shined with brilliance, no holes, no nothing. Just pure splendor.
*~~~~* Ten minutes later*~~~~*
Satine had reached the elephant. On top already, she found that it had stopped raining. It was hers once, her possessions and clothes and everything in here. The gold paint had come off, the rug was ripped, and the gold heart necklace that was once at the head lay broken and discarded on the floor. It was amazing that it hadn't fallen to the ground, many feet below. "Kind of like me," she thought as she bent down to examine it. The paint became discolored and chipped, the chain broken and odd looking. She ran her hand over the smooth surface, and was about to examine it, just when the 12 o'clock bell sounded In the Montmarte square. She didn't think anything of it, until she suddenly got very hungry. "*gasp!* THE DUKE!" She shouted as her head snapped up, and she started hurrying down the stairs to the gothic tower.she hoped that the duke would be late himself!!
~finis
DUN DUN DUN!!!! To be continued, by me, lee tea, in the next chapter! It'll be up soon! What can you expect?
IN THE NEXT CHAPTER: Satine has dinner with the duke, he tells her of the plans for our dear Moulin, Zidler comes back, and Christian (whatever happened to him? Shame on me) gets a letter from Zidler. Why? Well, maybe the Moulin needs a writer, and why not hire a famous writer like say..Monsieur James! Yay! (That's Christian's last name, for those of you who.umm. Didn't like.know that, ummm yea.
Oh, just so you know, I found out yesterday, that to get to me using the search function, you have to type in "tea lee" not "lee tea" ya. Btw, I don't own Moulin rouge. Check chaps one and two for full disclaimer.