Hi again people, hope everyone had a great new year. I was at a sleepover
and we called everyone in our address books and wished them a happy new
year! So ya.enough of my pathetic life...here is chapter 7: PART 2!: nature
boy bites the dust
The velvet curtains open on to the computer screen, leaving the audience in
hushed silence and anticipation. Let the show begin.
Satine was running. Or.at least she was trying to run. She had given up on her shoes which now lay some meters behind her. "Mustn't, be, late!" She puffed, attempting vainly to remember to breathe against her haste!
"Finally!" she said, as she came across the gothic tower. It had stopped raining, and she was glad for that at least, she would look funny enough without her shoes.
The men opened the doors for her, and as she walked in she realized that.."He isn't here!" She breathed (about time) a loud sigh of relief and sat down.
"Who isn't here, darling?" Asked a nasally voice, scaring Satine as she yelped and jumped of the chair. "Dear duke," she said, collecting herself quickly," I did not hear you come in". "Quite alright, but er.who were you talking to a moment ago?" He twitched his head expectantly, looking a bit.confused.. "I, was talking to .myself?" Satine answered with about as much dignity as she could muster. "Yes, well please dear lady sit; I have arranged a magnificent lunch for us" "How sweet of you, dear duke." Great, she thought. Another hour of HIM. Ughh. *~~~~* Being in her corset, Satine was finding it extremely difficult to eat, move or do anything really. The duke had been rambling on about something for the past half an hour or so, and every so often she would say, "really?!" or "Gods, that's fascinating!" and sometimes even, (if she was in a good mood) "my my, dear duke, you are so smart!" and then he would do that little thank you smile, but it always ended up looking like a grimace, because he seemed to have lost much of the ability to smile, or even move those muscles of his face. Every "attempt" at a smile resulted in a "pursing of the lips" motion. Disgusting, isn't he? Suddenly, the conversation took a turn for the more interesting. "Now my dear, about the Moulin rouge," "Yes?" Satines' head came up expectantly, but was careful not to seem too eager.
"As you know, I am opening the Moulin rouge again, and we are going to need a show." He paused to pat his lips with the napkin, and then continued," I have spoken to Monsieur Zidler, and he has gotten some famous English author to write it for us. Apparently, he has great expectations for the show. What do you think?"
Satines' heart dropped. "A.famous.English Author?" "Yes, my dear.now, what do you think?" Her heart stopped. It wasn't Christian. Christian wasn't a Famous English Author, or at least she didn't think so. Just then a man came and requested to talk to the duke, something about "surveying the area." "My dear, I'm afraid that I will have to leave you now, business needs attending to. Composing herself, she answered brightly, "Of course, dear duke. Business needs attending to." He took her hand and kissed it, saying what he always did. "A kiss on the hand may be quite continental," "But.diamonds are a girl's best friend." He nodded his head and left, leaving Satine in the long hall of the gothic tower. She sat back down, and started to cry. Her cries would be heard echoing through the tower until dusk. *~~~~*
Satine sat in her small tower in the manor. The carriage had finally come and taken her home.
Hey hey, Did you ever think there might be another way? To just feel better, just feel better about today
It wasn't him. God, she had been so stupid! What were the odds anyway? And besides, the duke wouldn't let Christian write the show anyways.
Oh no, if you never want to turn and have to go away You might feel better, might feel better if you stay.
She used to be so strong before. What had happened to her? She was bent and broken, a pathetic little girl with nothing to live for, and nothing to hope for anymore.
Yea, yea, I bet you haven't heard a word I've said. Yea, yea, you've had enough of all your trying, Just give up the state of mind you're in
She started to cry. "God! Is all I ever do cry?" she asked herself loudly.
If you wan to be somebody else If you're tired of fighting battles with yourself
If you want to be somebody else Change your mind Change your mind
She got up off of the window seat, now very angry. The smart birds on the ledge flew away, and the not so smart ones were objected to her colorful use of language, and items being thrown out the windows at them!
Satine came to the window seat and lifted it up. Throwing it across the room, she came upon the little box under the cushion. She sniffled and picked it up. She opened it and came across the picture. The last thing she had. Her eyebrows creased in anger and frustration.
"This is all YOUR fault!" she shouted at the picture. She took one last look at it and ripped it in half, herself on one side, and him on the other. She threw his half on the ground and started screaming at it. "If you don't want to come for me, then FINE! If you're too busy with your perfect little life, then I don't want to bother you with my pathetic existence! I don't NEED you here! In fact, i'm happy with the duke! He's smart and funny and rich, and-and OHHH! God, I just want to let him go. It hurts too much; just help me let him go." Satine crumpled to the floor, exhausted. Five years of pent up frustration coming out at once is a lot to handle for anyone. So Satine gathered up the picture, and threw the second half out the window. "Goodbye Christian. Have, a nice life." She slowly walked back down the stairs, but not before taking a last look out the window; only to see that the picture had already been blown away the ever changing wind. That same wind blew at her face, brushing her hair back behind her, and clearing the trail of her tears. ~finis
Yes, so review as always, thank you to everyone who has, it keeps me motivated! The next chapter.well I haven't exactly written it yet, so I can't give you any Insider looks. But I can tell you that it will most probably be from Christian's pov. BTW: In the last chapter, "Christian looked up at the duke once more" should be "Christian looked up at Harold once more." Sorry if that confused everybody! Review review review.. -lee tea
Satine was running. Or.at least she was trying to run. She had given up on her shoes which now lay some meters behind her. "Mustn't, be, late!" She puffed, attempting vainly to remember to breathe against her haste!
"Finally!" she said, as she came across the gothic tower. It had stopped raining, and she was glad for that at least, she would look funny enough without her shoes.
The men opened the doors for her, and as she walked in she realized that.."He isn't here!" She breathed (about time) a loud sigh of relief and sat down.
"Who isn't here, darling?" Asked a nasally voice, scaring Satine as she yelped and jumped of the chair. "Dear duke," she said, collecting herself quickly," I did not hear you come in". "Quite alright, but er.who were you talking to a moment ago?" He twitched his head expectantly, looking a bit.confused.. "I, was talking to .myself?" Satine answered with about as much dignity as she could muster. "Yes, well please dear lady sit; I have arranged a magnificent lunch for us" "How sweet of you, dear duke." Great, she thought. Another hour of HIM. Ughh. *~~~~* Being in her corset, Satine was finding it extremely difficult to eat, move or do anything really. The duke had been rambling on about something for the past half an hour or so, and every so often she would say, "really?!" or "Gods, that's fascinating!" and sometimes even, (if she was in a good mood) "my my, dear duke, you are so smart!" and then he would do that little thank you smile, but it always ended up looking like a grimace, because he seemed to have lost much of the ability to smile, or even move those muscles of his face. Every "attempt" at a smile resulted in a "pursing of the lips" motion. Disgusting, isn't he? Suddenly, the conversation took a turn for the more interesting. "Now my dear, about the Moulin rouge," "Yes?" Satines' head came up expectantly, but was careful not to seem too eager.
"As you know, I am opening the Moulin rouge again, and we are going to need a show." He paused to pat his lips with the napkin, and then continued," I have spoken to Monsieur Zidler, and he has gotten some famous English author to write it for us. Apparently, he has great expectations for the show. What do you think?"
Satines' heart dropped. "A.famous.English Author?" "Yes, my dear.now, what do you think?" Her heart stopped. It wasn't Christian. Christian wasn't a Famous English Author, or at least she didn't think so. Just then a man came and requested to talk to the duke, something about "surveying the area." "My dear, I'm afraid that I will have to leave you now, business needs attending to. Composing herself, she answered brightly, "Of course, dear duke. Business needs attending to." He took her hand and kissed it, saying what he always did. "A kiss on the hand may be quite continental," "But.diamonds are a girl's best friend." He nodded his head and left, leaving Satine in the long hall of the gothic tower. She sat back down, and started to cry. Her cries would be heard echoing through the tower until dusk. *~~~~*
Satine sat in her small tower in the manor. The carriage had finally come and taken her home.
Hey hey, Did you ever think there might be another way? To just feel better, just feel better about today
It wasn't him. God, she had been so stupid! What were the odds anyway? And besides, the duke wouldn't let Christian write the show anyways.
Oh no, if you never want to turn and have to go away You might feel better, might feel better if you stay.
She used to be so strong before. What had happened to her? She was bent and broken, a pathetic little girl with nothing to live for, and nothing to hope for anymore.
Yea, yea, I bet you haven't heard a word I've said. Yea, yea, you've had enough of all your trying, Just give up the state of mind you're in
She started to cry. "God! Is all I ever do cry?" she asked herself loudly.
If you wan to be somebody else If you're tired of fighting battles with yourself
If you want to be somebody else Change your mind Change your mind
She got up off of the window seat, now very angry. The smart birds on the ledge flew away, and the not so smart ones were objected to her colorful use of language, and items being thrown out the windows at them!
Satine came to the window seat and lifted it up. Throwing it across the room, she came upon the little box under the cushion. She sniffled and picked it up. She opened it and came across the picture. The last thing she had. Her eyebrows creased in anger and frustration.
"This is all YOUR fault!" she shouted at the picture. She took one last look at it and ripped it in half, herself on one side, and him on the other. She threw his half on the ground and started screaming at it. "If you don't want to come for me, then FINE! If you're too busy with your perfect little life, then I don't want to bother you with my pathetic existence! I don't NEED you here! In fact, i'm happy with the duke! He's smart and funny and rich, and-and OHHH! God, I just want to let him go. It hurts too much; just help me let him go." Satine crumpled to the floor, exhausted. Five years of pent up frustration coming out at once is a lot to handle for anyone. So Satine gathered up the picture, and threw the second half out the window. "Goodbye Christian. Have, a nice life." She slowly walked back down the stairs, but not before taking a last look out the window; only to see that the picture had already been blown away the ever changing wind. That same wind blew at her face, brushing her hair back behind her, and clearing the trail of her tears. ~finis
Yes, so review as always, thank you to everyone who has, it keeps me motivated! The next chapter.well I haven't exactly written it yet, so I can't give you any Insider looks. But I can tell you that it will most probably be from Christian's pov. BTW: In the last chapter, "Christian looked up at the duke once more" should be "Christian looked up at Harold once more." Sorry if that confused everybody! Review review review.. -lee tea