Chapter 3

Disclaimer: Alright this chapter takes care of the rest of Satines room. Tell me what you think

"Where the hell did you go?" Rachel asked Monica. She was dressed as a cancan girl.

"Where the hell did I go! Where the hell did you go!" Monica hollered. They starred at one another for a moment and then ran to one another and gave eat other a great big hug.

"I was so scared! I woke up and I had no idea where you were. I though you were dead, or in a vortex…or…or…OH GOD!" Rachel let out a wail and began to sob comically.

"Where were you?" Monica asked.

Satine stepped forward and took the liberty of speaking for Rachel. "I was getting changed and when I walk out of my dressing room, she is on my floor passed out. I thought she was a burglar or a crazed fan, but, then she informed me that she was a new dancer that Zidler had hired."

"Dancer?" Monica asked while starring at Rachel. She knew that Rachel couldn't dance to save her life. "DANCER?" Monica said again.

"And what about you?" Rachel asked.

"She's a witch!" Toulouse said while entering the room.

Satine looked over at him and charged towards him. "You!"

She wanted to claw out his eyes but Christian held her back.

"I am a…entrepreneur." Monica said hesitantly.

"Oh yeah, that's really interesting." Rachel said while yawning. "Really imaginative."

"Shut up!" Monica snapped.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. "Who is that?" Rachel asked.

"I'll give you a hint it rhymes with ASSHOLE!" Monica said.

"THE DUKE!" Rachel answered. They were back to the scrambling. Toulouse ran back to his hiding place

"My dear, are you decent for the Duke? Where were you?" The Zidler asked just beyond the other side of the door.

Rachel bumped into Toulouse and the both ran to the balcony. Now, Monica, Christian andSatine were left in the room.

"Leave!" Satine said in an angry whisper.

"Don't worry I can handle him." Monica said standing her ground.

"You don't know what he will do. You don't know him." Christian said.

"Oh yes I do. Now leave!" Monica said to Christian he immediately hid out of sight.

"Dearest Duke, allow me to introduce Mademoiselle Satine. Who are you!" The Zidler said in a shocked voice. Monica and Satine were standing in a most awkward and mannequin like position.

"I believe we have already met." Monica said while holding out her hand. The Duke kissed it lightly and then laid his eyes on Satine. Monica was no match for her charm. Don't get me wrong, Monica was damn pretty but this is SATINE we're talking about here.

"Monsieur, how wonderful of you to take time out of your busy schedule to visit…us." Satine said in a nervous voice.

"The pleasure I fear will be entirely mine, my dear." The Duke advanced towards Satine in a most inappropriate manner.

"leave you two squirrels to get better aquatinted. Ta-ta… uh miss…could you please." He gesture to Monica to leave the room.

"No thanks pimp, I'm fine." Monica said gesturing for him to hit the road.

"I insist." The Zidler said grabbing Monica by the arm leading her to the door.

"Oh as a matter of fact I believe that I would have a most enjoyable time with BOTH of them." The Duke said with a perverted grin.

"Are you fucking serious." Monica whispered. The Zidler then pushed Monica back into the room and closed the door behind him.

The Duke then grabbed both Satine and Monica's hand and said. "A kiss on both hands may be quite continental."

"But Listerine needs to be your friend." Monica said under her friends.

"After tonight's pretty exertions on the stage, you must surely but in need of some refreshment my dears." The Dunk turned the other way. Monica had a pissed off look on her face, picked up a vas and was getting ready to bash The Duke square on the back of the head.

"DON'T! Don't you just love the view? Hmmm?" Satine asked while walking to the balcony.

"Would you like a glass of Champaign?" The Duke asked Monica asked seductively. He then walked towards her. Christian then entered to room about to walk by the Duke but he was getting ready to turn.

": NO! It's a little bit funny . . ." Monica began.

Satine saw where Monica was going and decided to help.

"This….." She was drawing a blank she then looked over at Monica and Christian for inspiration. They both mouthed the words.

"Feeling" She finished.

"Inside." Monica continued. "I'm not one of those who can easily," She looked at Christian who was amazed that she knew what he was going to say. "Hide. NO! I know I don't have much money, but if I did, I'd buy a
big house where we both can live.
♪I 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. ♪

Christian was speechless. Her voice sent chills up and down The Duke and Christians spine. Satine was in shock, she though, either she really likes the Duke or she is one hell of an actress. She couldn't help but smile.

"That's very beautiful" The Duke said on the verge of tears.

":It's from "Spectacular, Spectacular." Suddenly with you here, I finally understood the true meaning of those words. How wonderful life it now you're in the world." Satine said taking a step forward.

"And what meaning is that my dear?" The Duke asked.

This was Christians chance to escape he rushed to the door and opened it only to close it immediately. Warren was at the door guarding.

Satine had to think of something and fast. "NO, NO, NO! Duke, don't you toy with my emotions. You-you must know the effect you have on woman. LET'S MAKE LOVE! You want to make love don't you? I knew you felt the same way! Oh, oh Duke! Yes, your right, we should wait, until opening night."

Monica loved that line, so she couldn't help but snicker. The Duke immediately looked at her and back at Satine.

The Dunk was so shocked. Things were happening so fast. "Wait? Wait?"

"It's empowering you that scare me. You would go." Satine said.

"Go? But I just got here." The Duke said.

Monica

"Oh yes, but we'll see each other everyday during rehearsal. We must wait; we must until opening night. Do you have any idea, any idea what would happen if you were to be found? Oh . . ." Satine immediately fainted. With that action being done, The Duke fled the room.

Monica rushed over to Satine and began to fan her. Christian came from hiding and mounted her to check if she was breathing.

Monica then remembered. "Oh crap the Du--"

No sooner than the words left her moth the Duke entered. "I forgot my ha-. Foul play?"

Cristina didn't know what to do, "She . . . I . . ."

"We…I… This is my cousin on my mothers side twice removed." Monica said blurted out.

Satine was coming round, "Oh Duke . . ."

"It's a little bit funny this feeling inside?" The Duke was royally pissed off.

"Yes, let me introduce you to the writer"

"The writer?" The Duke asked confused and still a little bit angry.

"Yes, oh yes, we were-we were rehearsing." Satine said faintly.

"Yes that is exactly what we were doing." Rachel said entering the room. Toulouse and the rest of his gang followed.

"How's the rehearsal going? Shall we take it from the top eh my queen?" Toulouse said with a broad smile on his face.

"When I spoke those words to you before, you filled me with such inspiration. Yes, I realized how much work we had to do before tomorrow, so I called everyone together for an emergency rehearsal." Satine said. You've got to had it to the girl, she was good at improvising.

"If you're rehearsing, where's Zidler?" The Duke asked.

Rachel grinned and said, "He'll be here in about three, two…"

"My dear Duke, I'm most terribly sorry." The Zidler said while bursting into the room.

Rachel then ran up to the Zidler and gave him a big hug. She then spilled it all. "We are having an emergency rehearsal; the attractive one is the writer. Christian" She whispered in his ear.

"My dear Duke, why don't you and I go my office to produce the paper works." The Zidler was leading the Duke out of the room when he asked.

"What's the story?"

"Story?" The Zidler asked. "Oh yes, well the story's about . . . Toulouse?"

Toulouse began to struggle. "Ugh... The story-the story's about it's- it's about um . . ."

"It's about love!" Christian answered quickly.

"I love him." Monica whispered the Rachel.

"He's no Jason Isaacs." Rachel answered back.

"Love?" The Duke asked with an uncomfortably look on his face.

"It's about love, over-coming all obstacles."

Toulouse couldn't resist, "And it's set in Switzerland!"

"Switzerland?" the Duke asked confused.

"Switzerland?" Rachel followed.

"Switzerland?" said the Zidler.

"Pie…" Everyone turned to see Monica standing with her hand stretched out into the air as if she had just said something victorious. "I mean Switzerland?"

"Exotic Switzerland!" The Zidler covered up.

"Come on Christian." Rachel said nudging him in the back.

Christian glanced at his surrounding and FINALLY got it. "India! India! It's set in India! And there's a courtesan, the most beautiful courtesan in all the world, but her kingdom's invaded by and evil Maharaja. Now in order to save her kingdom, she has to seduce the
evil Maharaja. But on the night of the seduction, she mistakes a penniless sitar player for the evil Maharaja and she fall's in love with him." Christian was now starring deep into Satines eyes. "He wasn't trying to trick her or anything. But he was dressed as a Maharaja because . . . he's appearing in a play."

The Argentinean stepped forward and then said in a booming voice, "I will play the tango dancing sitar player."

"And-and-and what happens next?" The Duke asked.

Rachel let out a big huff. "You're killing us Duke. You're killing us."

Christian proceeded with his tale. "Well, penniless sitar player and the courtesan they have to hide their love from the evil Maharaja."

"The penniless sitar player's sitar is magical. It can only speak the truth." Monica finished. Satine looked at her in amazement. "Sorry babe you were taking too long."

Toulouse waddled to the front of the presentation and began. "And-and I will play the magical sitar. You are beautiful." He blew a raspberry and pointed to Satine. He blew a raspberry and pointed to the Zidler. "you are ugly," He was now gesturing to The Duke. and you are . . ."

Everyone in the room pushed him out of the way.

"Are you ready Rachel?" Monica asked Rachel. Rachel nodded. She was talking about the next song that was about to come up.

"Tell them about the can-can" The Zidler said the Christian.

"The-the-the tantric can-can . . ." Christian said stuttering.

The Zidler was now in the Dukes face getting closer and closer. ": It's an erotic spectacular scene that captures the thrusting, violent, vibrant, wild bohemian spirit of this whole production embodies Duke."

♪ The show will be a magnificent, opulent, tremendous, stupendous,
gargantuan, bedazzlement, persensual ravagement, it will beSpectacular,
spectacular. No words in the vernacular can describe his great event.
You'll be dumb with wonderment; returns are fixed at ten percent. You must
agree, that's excellent, and on top of your fee...♪

Rachel and Sarah let out a big sigh and began.

♪ You'll be involved artistically. So exciting, the audience will stomp
and cheer! So delighting, it will run for 50 years! So exciting, the
audience will stomp and cheer! So delighting, it will run for 50 years!♪

♪ Elephants!♪

♪ Bohemian!♪

♪ Indians!♪

♪ And courtesans!♪

♪ Acrobats!♪

♪ And juggling bears!♪

♪ Exotic girls!♪

♪ Fire-eaters! Muscle Men! Contortionists! Intrigue, danger, and
romance! Electric lights, machinery, powered with electricity! So
exciting, the audience will stomp and cheer! So delighting, ♪

While all of this was going on Rachel and Monica were just sitting down. They were getting bored because they weren't singing.

♪Rachel what is going on♪

So exciting

♪We're not even in this song♪

"Screw this I'm jumping in!" And with that being said Rachel sprang to her feet and joined in with the team.

♪So delighting, it will run for 50 years! Spectacular, spectacular! No words
in the vernacular, can describe this great event, you'll be dumb with
wonderment. The hills are alive, with the sound of music... So exciting,
the audience will stomp and cheer! So delighting, it will run for 50
years! So exciting, the audience will stomp and cheer! So delighting, it
will run for 50 years!♪

"Yes, but what happens in the end?" The Duke asked not impressed.

Christian continued. "Ahem! The courtesan and sitar man, are pulled apart by an evil plan..."

♪ But in the end she hears his song...♪

♪ And their love is just too strong.♪

The Duke then attempted to sing but there was no saving him.

♪It's a little bit funny, this fe--♪

His mouth was then covered by something. It was Monica's hand. He starred at her not knowing what to do or say to a reaction such as that. Monica then said, "Shhh. Why ruin a good thing?"

That comment was then followed by an awkward silence.

♪ So exciting, the audience will stomp and cheer! So delighting, it
will run for 50 years!♪

♪ Sitar player's secret song helps them flee the evil one...
Though the tyrant rants and rails, it is all to no avail!♪

♪ I am the evil maharajah! You will not escape!♪

♪ Oh Harold, no one could play him like you could!♪

♪ No one's going to ♪

♪ So exciting, we'll make them laugh we'll make them cry! So delighting
--!♪

There was a stunned silence form everyone accept Monica and Rachel. "NO!"

♪ So exciting, the audience will stomp and cheer! So delighting it will
run for 50 years...!♪

They all paused and looked at the Duke who had a queer look on his face. "Generally, I like it...!"

"It's the end of the century! The Bohemian Revolution is here." Toulouse said in a great belt.