I don't have much time to write tonight, so this chapter will be really short. it is what Christian is doing during the song "The Show Must Go On." It starts off right after El Tango De Roxanne, while Christian is waiting for Satine to come back, and ends right before he goes to the Moulin Rouge "one last time."

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The sun is rising over the windmill, and the whole Moulin Rouge looks beautiful. I love watching the sunrise. I remember the first night I spent with Satine, we stayed up all night and then we watched the sun rise from this window. It was magical, and now we will have a life time of magical moments. Once we get away from here and are on our own we can watch the sunrise and dance and sing under the stars whenever we wan to. We are going away from the Duke, away from Zidler, away from the Moulin Rouge. I am so happy inside I could burst. So many things I want to tell Satine are running through my mind, and I can't wait for her to come back. I can't wait to leave here, and marry her.

Marriage...I love the word. I guess I'll get a ring for my love in England. My mother will let us stay at my childhood home until we can get settled. Oh, I can hardly believe this is happening. I never expected to fall in love when I came to Paris, only three months ago, but now I have Satine. I have the greatest thing in the world, love, all because of her. Is that her walking towards my garret? Yes it is, no one else in the world is that beautiful. In just a few moments we will be gone.

Do I have everything? I have money and my small amount of cloths. I have my typewriter and I have my stories. I have my heart and I have Satine. That is all I need in life. She iss inside and I can here her making her way up the steps. I wonder why she is coming so slowly. I can hardly wait for her to burst through that door and engulf me in her sweet kisses.

She burst in but it does not seem like a excited burst. She doesn't have any bags either. I wonder if she is planning on just leaving all of her stuff at the Moulin Rouge. Something tells me there is something else going on. Something feels wrong.

CHRISTIAN: What's wrong?

SATINE: I'm staying with the Duke.

She cannot be serious. I don't understand.

SATINE: After I left you, the Duke came to see me and he offered me everything. Everything that I've ever dreamed of.

I thought she didn't care about the money anymore. I thought she wanted to get away from the Duke. I don't understand what she is doing.

SATINE: He has one condition. I must never see you again. I'm sorry.

This isn't right. She can't mean this, not after everything we have been through. Maybe if I hold her she will come to her senses. She keeps moving away like she is afraid of me. Or like she is afraid of what I will make her do and feel.

CHRISTIAN: What are you talking about?

SATINE: You knew who I was……

Yes I know who she is, and I know she wouldn't do this. This is an act, just a very good act.

CHRISTIAN: What are you saying? What about last night, what we said—

SATINE: I don't expect you to understand.

Understand what?

SATINE: The difference between you and I is that you can leave any time you choose.

No, she can leave now. She can run away with me.

SATINE: But this is my home. The Moulin Rouge is my home.

She won't look at me. I know she still loves me. Something is going on, something that she isn't telling me. I have to know why she is doing this. I must not panic, and I must remain calm.

CHRISTIAN: No……there must be something else, this can't be real, you……

There is something wrong. She is lying, and acting. She is breathing too heavily for this to be real. She is trying to cover her true feelings. I have to get through to her.

CHRISTIAN: There's something the matter, tell me what it is.

No! I am not letting her leave. She is trying so hard to pull away after all those times I held her. God dammit, please let her be acting. Please don't let this be real. This can't be real. To hell with not panicking. She's running away from something, and running from me along the way.

CHRISTIAN: Tell me what's wrong! Tell me the truth! Tell me the truth!

At least she has stopped struggling, and is looking me in the eyes. There is something cold in the look she is giving me. It is as if she is trying to push me away with her eyes.

SATINE: The truth?

Yes the truth. I love you and I don't care why you are trying to run back to the Moulin Rouge. I want so much to say this, but my voice is stuck in my throat.

SATINE: The truth is I am the Hindu Courtesan.

What is she talking about? The play...

SATINE: And I choose the Maharajah.

What? No, no, no, no, no.

SATINE: That's how the story really ends.

No. This is not how our story ends. I just watched her walk away, looking as though he doesn;t have a single regret. I cannot stop myself from trembling, as I feel my heart breaking. I cannot catch my breath, and my world is spinning around me. She can't do this. Not now, not after everything we have been through. I must find her, and get a real answer. I love her. Please God, I love her. I hardly realize that I am running in the rain towards the Moulin Rouge. I just know that somehow I have to get her back . I cannot live without her.

CHRISTIAN: Satine! Satine!

I hear myself calling for her, but it hardly sounds like me. I see her staring out from her window down at me, but she doesn't even act as though she cares. Two of Zidler's guards drag me away, but I continue to call for her. I feel one of them punch me across the face as I fall onto the wet concrete. I don't care though. I want to die. The way my heart feels inside, death would be a gift. But instead of death I feel the Bohemians come and carry me to my garret. I feel them lay me on my head and take off my wet shirt and shoes, but I make no movement to help.

Twilight shines across the bedroom as I lay thinking of her. She is a lying bitch, who was only having fun with a poor, naive, bastard. She did her job so well that I gave my entire being to her. Now I have no reason to live because she does not love me. She never loved me. Maybe if I ignore Toulouse long enough he will leave. No, his face is still right in front of mine.

TOULOUSE: Things aren't always as they seem.

What does he know? He lives his life through liquor.

CHRISTIAN: Things are exactly the way they seem.

TOULOUSE: Christian, you may see me only as a drunken, vice-ridden gnome whose friends are just pimps and girls from the brothels.

That's what he is, isn't it. He spends his days drinking and his nights at the Moulin Rouge. So yes that is a perfect way to describe him.

TOULOUSE: But I know about art and love, if only because I long for it with every fiber of my being.

Love does not exist. I was wrong to have put so much hope into it. I remember something Satine said the night I met her. She said "love is just a game," and she was right.

TOULOUSE: She loves you. I know it, I know she loves you.

He has no idea what he is talking about. She doesn't love me, she is incapable of love. She is a cold, heartless, monster. I don't want to listen to him stick up for her either.

CHRISTIAN: Go away, Toulouse. Leave me alone.

Why isn't he leaving?

CHRISTIAN: Go. Away.

He is really irritating me now. Why won't he just leave?

CHRISTIAN: Go away!

I'm sorry Toulouse, but I can't let you put silly fantasies about love back in my head. Watching you leave I know you are wrong. She doesn't love me. She made that perfectly clear. I want to shut out everything you just said, but you have filled me with doubt. I have to know and there is only one way to be sure. I will sell my typewriter for the money to buy a ticket for the show. I have no need for it anymore anyway. Love and Satine where my inspiration. Now I have neither, and so I have no reason to write. I will be perfectly happy if I never see another women, couple, or typewriter again. I don't tell any of the bohemians I am going. Everyone but Toulouse is gone to the Moulin Rouge already. Now it is my turn to go. I will return to the Moulin Rouge one more time.

So it's not as short as I planned, but the more the better right? You know what comes next, so get to writing. I will probably have another chapter up soon cuz I have a five day weekend, so expect more. And HAPPY TURKEY DAY! Gobble Gobblr.