Back again. Here is the last part of the song Come What May. Special thank yous to NewsieGoil1899, Rosemarie-ouhisama, and Samantha for the reviews. As for the rest of you, when you read you review, there is the lesson of the day. So for this chapter I expect even more reviews. Not that I have officially sounded like my teachers, on with the scene. Enjoy!

The rehearsal is going perfectly. Satine and the Argentinian are preforming better then ever, and their great work seems to be inspiring the other cast members. The only ones that do not seem happy are Nini and the Duke. Out of the corner of my eye I see them talking. I don't like the smug look Nini has on as she walks away from the Duke, but I don't want to pay to much attention to it. Instead I have to watch the finale closely for any mistakes.

CHRISTIAN: One, two, three.

Perfect, Toulouse. Right on time with the music and the singers. Even Harold's over dramatic hysterics seems to fit this time around. It looks like the show is finally perfect.

SPECTACULAR CHORUS: COME WHAT MAY

ARGENTINEAN and SATINE: I WILL LOVE YOU

Satine's voice floats through the air like the breeze in the summer. Calm and beautiful, her voice can not be described by any words.

SPECTACULAR CHORUS: COME WHAT MAY

ARGENTINEAN and SATINE: YES, I WILL LOVE YOU

SPECTACULAR CHORUS: COME WHAT MAY

ARGENTINEAN and SATINE: I WILL LOVE YOU

CHORUS, ARGENTINEAN, SATINE, and even CHRISTIAN:
'TIL MY DYING DAY

I can't help but smile as the song closes and everyone turns for their final pose. Without realizing it I had started singing along with the cast. Now silence echos through the hall, as we all bask in the glory of a perfect production.

DUKE: I don't like this ending.

He has to be kidding. The show is perfect. Now he decides he wants to change it. If I didn't know that the Duke had no sense of humor, I would think this was a joke.

ZIDLER: Don't like the ending, my dear Duke?

Thank God for Harold. He is the only one with enough power to question the Duke's judgment. I catch a glance at Satine, and see a hint of panic in her eyes. We both know that this could mean big trouble, for the Moulin Rouge and for us.

DUKE: Why would the Courtesan choose a Penniless Sitar Player over the Maharajah, who is offering a lifetime of security?

Somehow I get the feeling Nini said something to the Duke that related to Satine and I. She has always been jealous of Satine and subtly telling the Duke about us would be the perfect revenge.

DUKE: That's real love. Once the…Sitar Player has satisfied his lust, he will leave the Courtesan with nothing.

I hate him more then ever. The pig headed idiot has no idea what he is talking about. Unlike himself and the Maharajah, the Sitar Player and I don't care about the money. We know real love and compassion, something he will never understand.

DUKE: I suggest that, in the end, the Courtesan choose the Maharajah.

TOULOUSE: But…but, but sorry!

Toulouse will be able to explain the Bohemian beliefs better than anyone else. The Duke will surely have to understand our reasoning.

TOULOUSE: Sorry, but that ending does not uphold the bohemian ideals of truth, beauty, freedom and love—

DUKE:
I don't care about your ridiculous dogma!

I hate him. He is a rude, arrogant, ignorant, son of a bitch. I hate him more then I knew was possible. I hate him almost as much as I love Satine, if that kind of hate is even possible. I hate him.

DUKE: Why shouldn't the Courtesan choose the Maharajah?

CHRISTIAN: Because she doesn't love you!

Shit! What the hell have I just done? I have really screwed up big time. There is no chance that the Duke does not know about Satine and me now. What the hell am I gonna do? The Duke is looking at me as though his eyes are going to pop out of his head. I wish they would.

CHRISTIAN: Him…him,

Steady your voice, Christian. Just make it sound as though you used the wrong word. Calm down. If Satine can cover up her mistakes so well, why can't you? Just remain calm and cool. Damn my voice for still cracking.

CHRISTIAN: She doesn't love…she doesn't love him…

Everyone is staring at me now, except for the Duke, who has turned to look at Satine. I glance at Harold and the Boho's and see their eyes wide with fright. I see Nini and the other Diamond Dogs hide their snickers and grins. Hardly able to look, I quickly shift my gave to Satine and see her panic stricken eyes

DUKE: Now I see.

I am not sure what the means, but I have the feeling it is not good. He glances back at me and I try to remain calm and cool. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch Satine move her neck, a nervous reaction of hers.

DUKE: Mousier Zidler, this ending will be rewritten,

I don't have time to rewrite the ending. And we will never have time to rehearse it.

DUKE: With the Courtesan choosing the Maharajah…

So there it is. The way the Duke thinks love should end, defeated and killed by money and greed. He's wrong though. He is wrong.

DUKE: And without the lovers' secret song.

No! No, we can't take out the song. That is our song. Without that we have nothing of ourselves in the play. I hate him.

DUKE: It will be rehearsed in the morning, ready for the opening tomorrow night.

The damn Duke is demanding the impossible. The cast cannot memorize all new lines by tomorrow night. It is not possible.

ZIDLER: But, my dear Duke! That will be quite impossible…

Even Harold is panicking with this sudden change of events. Leave it to Satine to intervene. But what can she do?

SATINE: Harold…

The amazing actress is at it again. She covers her face with her seductive mask, but her eyes still show. I can still see how frightened she is of what could happen. Luckily I don't think anyone else sees it.

SATINE: The poor Duke is being treated appallingly!

I cannot look at her as she makes her way towards him. It pains me to not be able to hold her and touch her, and shout to the world that I love her. Instead she is all for the Duke.

SATINE: These silly writers let their imaginations run away with them.

She is insulting me to the Duke. It is the hardest thing I have ever had to do, listening to her lie about my work. All this to please one man who she doesn't even love. What is life coming too?

SATINE: Now why don't you and I have a little supper?

What is she doing? The way she is talking, she is willing to give herself to him tonight. I can't take my eyes off of her, but I burns them to watch.

SATINE: And then, afterwards, we can let Mousier Zidler know how we would prefer the story to end. Hm?

I cannot believe the agony I feel. I never expected to feel pain like this before. Watching her give herself to him in front of me is tearing my heart in two. I expected one more night to prepare for the pain I would feel tomorrow night. All this has come upon me so suddenly. I can hardly swallow the lump in my throat, as I make myself turn away from them and study my papers. I sit down at my typewriter to try and find a new ending, but my attention is on Satine the entire time. I watch her make her way backstage. I can't follow her and beg her not to sleep with him. I promised I would not get jealous. Besides if she does not sleep with him the Duke will surely know the truth. Still the breaking of my heart is more than I can handle. After watching him leave I follow Satine backstage. I see her standing tall as Marie adjusts her corset. I watch until she begins to walk away. This is a good of time as any to tell her the truth.

CHRISTIAN: I don't want you to sleep with him…

I surprised her by my sudden appearance. I can see the pain in her eyes. I realize that this is hurting her as much as it is hurting me.

SATINE: He could destroy everything.

God dammit, I know that. I just can't stand the thought of her with him. She is trying to remain so calm while I am close to tears. I wish I were as strong as her. But I'm not. I can't do this like she can. I can't bare this feeling inside.

SATINE: …It's for us.

No, not for us. It is for the play, and for Harold and for the stupid Diamond Dogs. It is for the Moulin Rouge. So where does us come in? There is no us involved with her sleeping with the Duke.

SATINE: You promised.

She looks so hurt that I cannot keep my promise. I lean my head into hers as she whispers in my ear. I never want to leave her side. I never want her warmth to leave. I cannot stand the thought of the Duke taking in all her warmth.

SATINE: You promised me you wouldn't be jealous, you…

I suddenly feel cold as she draws her head back and tries to make eye contact. I can't look in her eyes, or else I know the tears I am so desperately holding back will come.

SATINE: It will be all right.

I can only shake my head, still not looking in her eyes. I don't see how this will be alright. The Duke will get her, and I will be left alone to wonder during the night.

SATINE: Yes, it will…

Her hand on my face only makes the hurt worse. The hands that have explored my body so many times must now touch the Dukes. I feel her turn from me.

SATINE: He's waiting.

She can't go. She can't leave me. I cannot bare to let her go. I reach out and grab her arm, and she stops.

CHRISTIAN: No…no…

She turns towards me. I still cannot look her in the eye. I am ashamed that I am acting so hurt and childlike, when she is remaining calm and strong. I failed her and broke my promise to her. The fact is killing me almost as much as letting her go.

SATINE: COME WHAT MAY…

Those few words and the feeling of her cheek rubbing against mine gives me a small amount of strength. Although letting her go to him is still breaking my heart, those three words give me comfort, the same comfort they gave her when she told me she had to sleep with the Duke on opening night. As she pulls away I am able to look her in the eye. I see the same pain I feel in her eyes, and I know that she is hurting and dreading this night as much as I am. I know that she does not want to leave me hurt and weak, so I try and put on a brave face for her, like she has done for me so many times.

CHRISTIAN: Come what may.

I turn and leave quickly, or else my resolve would falter. I feel her watch me for a few seconds and then I hear her turn and walk in the other direction. I walk blindly towards m garret with tears of rage, self pity, pain and love blinding my vision. As I sit in my garret alone and cold I picture her changing into another seductive dress and preparing herself to satisfy the Duke. I know that the only way I can make it through this night is to lose myself in alcohol. I grab the long black,(sexy), jacket from the pile of cloths on the floor. Quietly I make my way to the hall where everyone is gathered, waiting for this long night to end. Stopping the tears before entering, I prepare myself for the longest, most painful night of my life.

Well we all know what happens next. If you want you can go back and reread El Tango De Roxanne, which, in the movie, follows this scene. Oh and I hoped you enjoyed my little input about his sexy jacket. It is my favorite outfit of his, so I added it. So now I await your reviews. Oh and suggestions on the next scene I should do are more then welcome, because I have no idea what I should do next. So review and suggest. Toodles.