Sorry for the MAJOR delay..life's been hell for me lately. The teachers seem to be plotting against us students...SATs, PROJECTS, EXAMS, MORE PROJECTS THEN FINALS...oh ya i've been trying to keep my mind away from Ewan McGregor.... That should be sin! Moulin rouge 3 years on June 1st! Um I actually didn't fall in love with it and Ewan until 2 years later.... Long story... "Always this ridiculous obsession with Ewan mcgregor!" 06/23/04
Chapter III: Together at last
The morning rays chased Christian from his land of slumber. He woke up with a bothersome ringing in his ear, a throbbing pain in his head and a cloud of amnesia hovering above his head. The poor poet was in a state of utter sadness. He stood up and approached his typewriter. Christian stared aimlessly at his table; lost in thought.
Was it all a dream? It couldn't have been, it felt so factual and so many questions remain unanswered. Why did he feel like he had just guzzled down way too much absinthe? Why had he been mysteriously stripped of his attire? Scratching his head, he made a quick scan of his garret and retrieved the properly folded garments from the nearby chair.
"Toulouse." He simply said to himself as he dressed up. He saw the reflection of his face on the window and memories of last night flooded back. It wasn't some cruel dream, nor was it another side effect of drinking too much absinthe. He was sure of it, besides he had the scar on his left cheek to prove it.
Not knowing what to do about the situation, he stared out at the vacant sky. A light shade of gray was painted across the horizon. The perfect weather for the precise mood he was in. He needed to clear his mind, to think things through. He was pretty sure if he tried that stunt again, he'd wind up with more than just a scar. His bohemian spirit took a beating that night. Love could overcome all obstacles right?
Christian stood on the balcony leading out from the interior of his garret and shut the windows behind him.
"Perhaps this where I can just be alone..." he thought to himself as he plopped himself down on an old wooden chair. He ran his hand through his hair a few times.
"What am I going to do?" the poet silently questioned himself, as he buried his head in his arms.
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Satine felt a sudden swell of hopelessness come over her. She was dizzy with grief and was unable to separate the truth. The poor girl didn't know what to think. One moment she could hear Christian's voice, calling to her, then next, Harold's.
"If you loved him, you'd know it was for the best..." those words seemed to be lodged in her mind, forever tormenting her very existence. For several long minutes, she was lost in time. Satine seemed to be unaware of the other dancers, staring at her.
She slowly came about when Nini approached her and began waving her hands frantically across her face.
"Is anyone in there?" she said in her harsh English accent.
"Oh Nini..." Satine said, slightly startled.
Harold wants me to tell ya to take 5." She said with a smirk.
"Well what's wrong, out with it!"
It-it's nothing..."
Nini moved closer to Satine and whispered, "Where's Shakespeare when you need him ah?" Satine's heart skipped a beat.
"H-he's still here...I know it!" She snapped back.
Nini left, laughing hysterically while she joined the rest of the Diamond dogs.
"How dare she...?" Satine thought to herself, feeling like the butt of some spiteful joke. Was it that obvious?
She had to prove it to herself, but how? A stroke of genius came to her. She would go and find out for herself. Go to his garret and see if he was sill there. Surely there was no harm in that.
"Why didn't I think of this before..." she contemplated.
"I think I'll go for a walk...," Satine said sheeply as she put on her ' I'm bored' expression on her face. She moved at a quick pace to make sure no one was following her. She finally made it to the stage exit and opened the door.
"Here it goes."
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Satine climbed the empty stairways of Christian's humble abode and stopped at his door. Her mind began to play games with her again. She could practically hear Christian's voice.
"Sat on the roof, and I kicked of the moss, well some of these verses, well they, they got me quite crossed. But the sun's been kind, while I wrote this song, it's for people like you that, keep it turned on..."
Hearing his voice again sent cold shivers down her spine. She could see him now...that soft, dark, short disheveled hair of his. The one's that would come down on his somber gray eyes. His soft and caring voice, but above all, his innocent bohemian spirit.
Satine couldn't wait any longer. This was it. Her heart was racing. She felt two opposite emotions colliding all at once. Whatever was behind this door would decide her fate. If she opened the door and Christian was still there, he would surely want an explanation of what happened. All she wanted she wanted was to forget about the past. If the place was abandoned, well her heart couldn't bear it.
Shaking the thoughts out her head, she forced herself to knock on the door.
No answer.
"Maybe he's still sleeping..." She thought trying to keep on the optimistic side. She finally found enough courage and held the doorknob. She shut her eyes and held her breath as she slowly turned it.
"Please...please. Oh god please.." Fortune seemed for her, for the door gave no sign of resistance. 'Christian was never one for locked doors.' She smiled excitedly as she gave the door a push.
She told herself, 'This was it, now or never Satine.' She needed to tell him everything. She owed him that.
"Chris- I--"
Satine's heart dropped to the floor. This wasn't the way it was supposed to happen. Her very strange enchanted boy was no where to be found. Her hopes of seeing him again were shot down before they even got the chance to fly.
But wait...His typewriter was still there... and the room was just as she remembered it.
"So excuse me for getting... but these things I do..."
There it was again, that singing, but this time it wasn't just a mind game. She could hear him... but where?
"You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue..."
The balcony. Without hesitation, she ran towards the window and opened it. There he was, singing the song he had sung to her the very first time they had met. The very same song that allowed Satine to look into his very soul, was able to bring them back together.
"Anyway the thing is, what I really mean..." Christian quietly sang to himself as he looked towards the towering 'elephant red room', "yours are the sweetest eyes...I've ever seen."
It took every ounce of Satine's will power to not run to him and comfort her poor poet. His eyes where the sweetest she'd ever seen.
"They're blue..." She couldn't help but answer his song.
Christian looked like he had seen a ghost.
"S-Satine?!" He said, barely able to form words. He was taken completely by surprise by her sudden appearance.
"I –I um.." He turned red as he stumbled over words. 'She heard me...' he thought nervously as he tried to wipe away any tears.
There was a silence. "They're blue Christian." She said in a half-mocking, half- serious tone. She was amused at her so-called "genius poet" who seemed lost for words.
"I know darling, it's just..." Christian gazed down at his feet, not knowing how to say the obvious. "Satine I just don't understand..."
"Is it important that you do?"
The pain must have shown on Satine's face because he drew back and said, "No! Not at all..." he knew he was lying.
"Wha...what's important is that you're here..And and that's all that matters." Christian felt awful. He did need to know the truth but he must have it a soft spot and it hurt him seeing Satine like that. She seemed to be shielding herself from what happened. It was like she could escape it by not thinking or talking about it. He wanted to help her but he needed her to trust him.
There was a silence in the air and then Christian broke the ice by trying to change the direction of their conversation.
"So are you hungry?"
"Starving." She said bluntly, smiling to herself.
Christian smiled at her response. 'That's better I guess...' He took Satine by the hand as he led her down the stairs of his garret.
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Songs used: "Your Song" by Elton john (I personally like it better when Ewan sings it...)The next one will be up shortly...and please don't kill me for what its gonna say...not good for the two lovers is all I can say.