Be Careful What You Wish For
Chapter 2
Just to fill you in a little. After Satine left Christian the world around him was a giant blur. He went back London and began life as if nothing happened at the Moulin Rouge. But it did. Satine could do nothing but marry the duke, and try to forget Christian. Everything went back to as it did before Christian arrived. Spectacular Spectacular was canceled at the duke's request. He did not want Satine wokring at all after they had been married.
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The sun dance playfully across Christian face. He sat up in his bed to see a very tidy, cream room before him. Thoughts from his dream spun through his mind. He been in a village, Montmatre. And he had gone to large dance hall, met a woman and fallen in love with her. He had been having this dream for several weeks now. But it always ended with her coming to him and telling him that she was staying with this man, who they all referred to as the duke.
The open window on the opposite side of room let in a cool breeze that hit his face. The peaceful English morning was interrupted by the door to his room opening, almost in silence.
"Your breakfast, Mr.James" spoke the maid, placing the bed table on Christian's lap. "And you morning paper". She left.
He began to butter his toast. He stopped, the heading on the front page on the newspaper caught his eye.
Duke marries it read. The picture was of a rodent like man and a beautiful woman that Christian thought he had seen before. She looked stern faced, as if she did not want to be there. He did not bother to read the paragraph below. They were married, happily hopefully, and that's all mattered.
He went back to buttering his toast. He glanced over and looked the clock beside his bed.
"Oh No, I'm going to be late!" He worked at train station, selling tickets. Not the greatest job in the world, but the only one that was available to him at the moment. He grabbed the buttered piece of toast and suck it in his mouth. He also grabbed the newpaper, he hadn't yet had a chance to sift through it. He left the house in a hurry, and did not say good-bye to his parents.
"That boy lost his manners while he was away" his father said over the slapping door.
As Christian rapidly walked down the street he began reading the article about the duke being married. He stopped dead in his tracks. The obvious hit square in the face. That woman who married the duke, Satine. She was the one he had fallen in love with in his dream. If she was real, then, it sounded crazy to Christian, maybe his dream was real. He smiled like a six year old kid who had just received ice cream. He turned on his heels and ran home.
"Did you forget to say something before, son?" His father questioned as he waslked past the sitting room.
"No, but I'll say this now so I don't waste any time after I've packed. I'm going to Paris, there's something I need to figure out".