Chapter 2

The Moulin Rouge

Disclaimer: I know you are probably asking yourself. WHERE THE HELL IS RACHEL? You know…..Monica's good friend…oh come on! It wasn't that long ago….. Any who….Well don't worry you'll find out in this chapter.

The clan now entered the Moulin Rouge. Monica was on the arm of Toulouse. She wanted to be on Christians arm but that would ruin their entire plan. They were all dress in their best. Monica was wearing a black and gold dress with a golden corset with black beading everywhere. She wore her hair up in loose curls and had very little make-up. Where did she get this outfit on such short notice you might be asking yourself. Well, with the help of her miniature friends' friends. Toulouse was able to supply all of these for his new female friend.

They entered the building and Monica was taken aback by the pure size of the place. It was a theater and Cabaret all combined into one mad party.

The moment they entered, that was when Monica heard him. It seemed as if he voice boomed through out the entire theatre.

♪ If life's an awful bore and living's just a chore you endure;

cause death's not much fun,

I've just the antidote—

and though I mustn't gloat—

at the Moulin Rouge . . .

You'll have fun!

So scratch that little niggle,

Have a little wiggle!

You'll know when you've come,

You'll
be having fun.

Weeeeee!

Because you can, can, can! ♪

The entire crowd began to cheer and holler, even Monica. She doesn't know whether or not it was because, it was one of her favorite songs or because she was actually the party but the then decided to continue with the song.

♪ Yes, you can, can, can! ♪

Monica looked in amazement as suddenly the Diamond Dogs came out and began to sing in foreign tongue.

♪ Voulez vous coucher avec moi? Ce soir? ♪

« This place is amazing. I have never been to anything like it ! » Monica said into Christians ears. All he did was smile.

"Well Shall I find us a seat my dear?" Toulouse asked Monica with a broad smile on his face.

"Yes." Christian said. He then left Christian and Monica to go and look for a seat.

She was about to say something but was stopped by Zidlers singing.

♪ Outside things may be tragic,

But in here we feel it's magic! ♪

♪ Woah-oh-oh oh! ♪

♪ Here we are now, entertain us! ♪

"Yeah entertain us!" A man hollered. I didn't take a rocket scientist to realize that he was talking about the women who were just a few feet away from us.

♪ Hey sister, go sister, flow sister, soul sister.

Hey sister, go sister, flow sister, soul sister.

Getchi Getchi ya ya da da. Getchi
Getchi ya ya here

Mocha Chocolata ya ya.

Creole Lady Marmalade.

Voulez vous coucher avec moi?♪

Monica couldn't contain herself she was jumping up and singing and dancing. The she said it.

♪ Voulez vous coucher avec moi?♪

She forgot what it had meant but when she remembered, the damage had already been done. She turned around to look and see all of the men within twenty feet of her were looking at her in a most inappropriate manner.

"Christian! Me lady! Mission accomplished. We successfully invaded seat one." Toulouse hollered.

♪ Can can can can can can can can can can can can can.♪

That was when she came. She blew in just like a wind. Satine. Then moment she entered the crows fell quiet.

": It's her, the "Sparkling Diamond." Toulouse said.

♪ The French are glad to die for love.

They delight in fighting duels.
But I prefer a man who And gives expensive . . . jewels.

A kiss on the hand may be quite continental,
but diamonds are a girl's best friend.
A kiss may be grand but it won't pay the rental
on your humble flat.
Or help you feed your HMMM pussycat.
Men grow cold as girls grow old,
and we all lose our charms in the end.
But square-cut or pear-shaped,
these rocks don't lose their shape.
Diamonds are a girl's best friend.
Tiffany!♪

"After her number, I've arranged a private meeting with just you and Mademoiselle Satine totally alone." Toulouse said to Christian. He had an uneasy look on his face.

"I am not sure if I can go through with this." Christian said. He was smitten by Satines sheer beauty. Monica would be lying if she said that she wasn't a little but jealous.

" I can go with you if you would like." Monica blurted out.

"Would you?" Christian asked.

"No! You'll ruin everything. The whole point of this was to have the two of them ALONE!" Toulouse said giving Monica a glare.

♪ Come and get me boys.
Black star, Rozz call,
talk to me Harry Zidler, tell me all about it!
There may come a time
when a lass needs a lawyer,
but diamonds are a girl's best friend.
There may come a time
when hard-boiled employer thinks you're ♪

"Oh on." Monica said under her breath. It was loud enough for Christian to hear because he immediately looked at her.

"What is it?" He asked with a concerned look on his face.

"It's about to happen." Monica thought. She remembered that this was the scene where Satine was going to A: ring her ass in Christians face and B: Faint from the trapeze. She had to warn Christian of both.

She was about to say something but was stopped by Toulouse. She was right there to witness him spill his drink all over the Duke. "Oh sorry sorry. Excuse me Christian, may I borrow?" Toulouse moved over to Christian and grabbed the handkerchief from Christian's pocket.

Monica was now to the right side of the Duke. "Christian? I really need to speak with--"

"Hello madame." The Duke said with a smile stretched across his face.

"Oh God no." Monica said with a upset look on her face.

"I beg your pardon?" The Duke asked.

Monica then saw Satine coming towards Christian. She needed to distract the Duke.

"What I meant was," Monica began as she sat down next to the Duke. "Oh God no! Thank can be the famous Duke that I have hard so much about." The Duke leaned in closer to Monica. Their noses were almost touching. She wanted do bad to gag but help it back.

MEANWHILE CHRISTIAN AND SATINES CONVERSATION

"I believe you were expecting me." Satine said as she leaned into Christian.

"Yes, yes." Christian said in a slightly nervous tone.

": I'm afraid it's ladies choice. Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow . . ." She then did it. The thing that Monica was trying to warn Christian about. She turned around and began to shake her butt in Christians face.

BACK TO MONICA

"How old are you?" The Duke asked.

MONICA THINKING: How young does he think I am?

"How old do you think I am?" Monica said in a sultry flirtatiou voice. She then looked over to see that Christian was no longer in his seat. Than meant that they were on the dance floor.

"I'd say no older than twenty two. No younger that nineteen."

MONICA THINKING: Wow. Way off buddy. Try 16.

"Close very close." Monica began. "I just turned twenty one. Today is my birthday."

"That is very interesting you know I remember when I…." the words began to fade form Monica's ears. She saw that Satine was leaving Christian and stepping onto the trapeze.

♪ Square-cut or pear-shaped these
rocks don't loose their shape.
Diamonds . . . are a girl's best-- ♪

She let out a gasp and froze. This was warning number two from Monica. She couldn't help but fell that she had failed Christian.

Chocolate caught Satine and took her to the dressing room. Poor Christian was so confused. He had no idea what had just taken place. He ran back to where Monica and Toulouse were. By this time the Duke had left Monica to go speak with Zidler, but not after giving her a kiss on the hand.

MONICA THINKING: I'm going to have to amputate that.

"Where did they take her?" Christian asked.

"Don't worry. She'll be fine. They took her to the dressing room. She's all better now." Monica said while not making eye contact with Christian.

"Come now. We have to get you to Satines room…How do you know these things." Toulouse asked Monica. "How do you know where she is when you cannot see her….witch"

"I'm not a freaking witch alright?" Monica said finally.

Cristian then looked at Monica and asked, "Will you be there with me? I could really use a friend."

Monica wanted to so bad. She wanted to make sure Satine kept her hands to herself but Toulouse was right the whole point of this was to get Satine on their side and it would be a lot easier if they were alone.

"I'm sorry Christian, I can't." Monica said with a heartbroked look on her face. Christian just smiled and walked ahead.

Satines room look like something out of Arabian Night, with the Persian rugs and Sitars and hand beaded and woven curtains.

" This is a wonderful place for poetry reading don't you think, hmm? Poetic enough for you?" Satine asked with a sultry tone.

"Yes." Christian answered lightly.

" A little supper? Maybe some champagne?" Satine asked while smiling.

"I'd rather just um . . . get it over and done with." Cristina said nervously.

"Oh . . . very well . . . then why don't you come down here and let's get it over and done with?" Saine said with a slightly irritated tone.

"I'd prefer to do it standing." He then stood.

"Oh!" Satine said amazed and taken aback.

"You don't have to stand I mean. Sometimes . . . it's quite long. And I--I'd like you to be comfortable. It's quite modern what I do and it may feel a little strange at first but--but I think if you're open then--then you might enjoy it."

"I'm sure I will"

"Excuse me. The sky is.."

Christina was trying to continue but was stopped by Satines sensual and somewhat comical moans.

"I think the mountains . . . might be shaking . . . Oh Tik-e-tik-e-tik-e" Satine was beginning to grow imapcient but didn't let it show.

"Um . . . is everything all right?" She asked.

"I'm just a little nervous . . . It's just that sometimes it takes a while for uh . . ."

Satine mistook that nervousness for a different type of nervousness and before he could say anything else Satine's hand was on his crotch and pulled him onto the bed. "Let's make love!" She hollered.

"Make love?" Christian didn't know what else to say.

"You want to, don't you?" Satine asked with a confused tone to her voice.

Christina began to stutter. "Well I-I . . . came to . . ."

He was then cut off yet again by, "Hmm, tell the truth. Feel the poetry . . . come on . . . feel it . . . free the tiger!" She then let out a great growl that made Christian jump.

"It's a little big funny . . ." Christian began.

"What?" Satine asked.

"This f-feeling in-inside. I'm not one of those who can-who can easily hide. Is this-is this okay? Is this what you want?"

Satine was still not listening. "poetry, yes, yes, yes this is what I want, naughty words. Ohh ."

": I-I don't have much money, but if I did I'd buy us a big house where we both could live"

"Oh yes, yes . . . Oh yes . . ."

"If I were a sculptor, but then again no. Or a man who makes potions for a traveling show."

Satine was now rolling around on the floor. "Oh . . . oh . . . no . . . no . . . don't stop . . ."

Christian gave her a confused look and continues, "I know it's not much but ."

"Give me more, yes . . . yes . . . YES!"

"But it's the best I could do."

"NAUGHTY! DON'T STOP YES, YES, YES!"

♪ My gift is my song . . .♪

Satine instantly stopped and looked at Christian.

♪ And this one's for you.
And you can tell everybody that this is your song.
It may be quite simple but now that it's done.
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind.
That I put down in words.
How wonderful life is now your in the world.
Sat on the roof and I kicked of the moss.
Well, some of these verses, well they, they've got me quite cross.
But the sun's been kind, while I wrote this song.
It's for people like you that keep it turned on.♪

As Christian kept singing, Monica crept into the room unnoticed. "All right! Just in time for Your Song." She then crept to the window and hid behind a curtain.

♪ So excuse my forgetting but these things I do.
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue.
And well the things is, what I really mean.
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen! ♪

Monica starred in amazement as the room she was in and the balcony disappeared. What was once solid ground was now clouds and stars.

"This can be happening. I thought that this was just a dream/ fantasy sequence. Awww screw it! It's so pretty."

♪ And you can tell everybody that this is your song.
It may be quite simple but now that it's done.
Hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind that I put down in words.
How wonderful life is now you're in the world.
Hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind that I put down in words,
how wonderful life is now you're in the world!♪

The clouds then faded back into Satines room. Awww over already?" Monica asked sad.

Satine had a nearly breathless expression on her face. "Oh, I can't believe it. I'm in love. I'm in love with a young, handsome talented Duke."

Christian had a confused look on his face. "Duke?"

"Oh . . . not that the title's important of course." Satine reassured.

"I'm not a Duke" Christian said.

"Oh no. Here it comes." Monica said covering her ears.

"Not a Duke?" Satine asked.

"I'm a writer." Christian said with a smile on his face.

Satine now had a somewhat disgusted look on her face. "A writer?"

Monica couldn't take what was going to happen next. "And what is wrong with that?" She said as she revealed her hiding place. "I mean who are you to judge professions?"

"Who are you and what are you doing in my room?" Satine asked backing away form a now pissed off Monica.

Christian was shocked that Monica was in the room but was a little bit happy. After all he wanted her to be with him in the first place. "Well Toulouse…"

"Toulouse?" Satine cut Christian off and that only fueled to Monica's rage. "Oh no! Not another of Toulouse's oh so talented, charmingly Bohemian, tragically impoverish--"

"Why don't you just let him explain himself?" Monica asked.

"This does not concern you!" Satine snapped.

"Now I know you are not talking to me like that." Monica said taking a step towards Satine, but Satine stood her ground.

They all suddenly heard the doorknob twist.

"The Duke. THE DUKE!" Satine said with a scared tone.

"The Duke?" Christian the said.

"The Duke!" Monica gasped. She had almost forgotten about the slimy Duke.

They were all scrambling around the room when suddenly…."MONICA!"

"RACHEL!"