Fallen Star
By: Jessica R Vance
Summary: It seems to me, as I watch "Moulin Rouge," that Nini Legs-In-The-Air seems to have something against Satine. What is it? I made it up! :D!
Rating: PG for mild language
Disclaimer: YES! I OWN EVERYTHING! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! ... Never mind. I don't own anything except the story.
*Fallen Star*
I used to be the star.
Everyone came to see me. I was what brought customers in. I used to hang from the ceiling on that swing. Everyone loved me. Until *she* came along.
If it hadn't have been for her, *I* would have been the one to seduce the Duke. And I can tell you one thing: *I* wouldn't have fallen for that starry eyed writer, either. I would have done my job right. Something *she* didn't do. *She* made a mess of things.
Wanna know a secret?
I'm *glad* she's dead.
Yeah, that's right. I don't feel sorry for her at all. Don't feel sorry for that little bugger that she fell in love with, either. He should have known better. So should she. But they didn't. And now she's dead and he's off drunk somewhere.
And I'm the star again. And I couldn't be happier. I know it's terrible of me, but living the life that I've lived for six years has taught me that you can't feel sorry for anyone except yourself. And do that sparsely, if at all. You can't have feeling. Keep your eyes glued to the ceiling while the men do their dirty work, moan a few times, and they'll pay you.
And then you move on.
You don't question anything, you don't say no, you keep your mouth shut and your legs open. And you'll be just fine. I've learned that. I live by it.
*She* used to live by it.
But then she fell in love with that daft writer. I don't understand her. She knew she'd get herself into trouble. Why didn't she stay away from him!?
Not that I care.
I was happy when I found out that she was dallying with him. I figured that if I told the Duke, she'd get into even more trouble. So I did. And she did. And I was happy.
Arabia told me I shouldn't have later. I still don't care. I don't feel sorry for them.
Though...
I am having trouble keeping that up. I tell myself over and over that I don't care, that I don't feel sorry for either of them.
But I'm beginning to.
I see that... Christian boy wandering the streets every now and then. He just looks so sad and I just... Hell, I dunno. It makes me wonder, ya know? It makes me wonder... just how deep their love really went.
I had no idea. I really didn't. I thought it was just... physical, ya know? Everything at the Moulin Rouge is physical! I thought that if she got in trouble, she'd start doing her job right!
I didn't know...
And I'm sorry.
~Fin~
By: Jessica R Vance
Summary: It seems to me, as I watch "Moulin Rouge," that Nini Legs-In-The-Air seems to have something against Satine. What is it? I made it up! :D!
Rating: PG for mild language
Disclaimer: YES! I OWN EVERYTHING! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! ... Never mind. I don't own anything except the story.
*Fallen Star*
I used to be the star.
Everyone came to see me. I was what brought customers in. I used to hang from the ceiling on that swing. Everyone loved me. Until *she* came along.
If it hadn't have been for her, *I* would have been the one to seduce the Duke. And I can tell you one thing: *I* wouldn't have fallen for that starry eyed writer, either. I would have done my job right. Something *she* didn't do. *She* made a mess of things.
Wanna know a secret?
I'm *glad* she's dead.
Yeah, that's right. I don't feel sorry for her at all. Don't feel sorry for that little bugger that she fell in love with, either. He should have known better. So should she. But they didn't. And now she's dead and he's off drunk somewhere.
And I'm the star again. And I couldn't be happier. I know it's terrible of me, but living the life that I've lived for six years has taught me that you can't feel sorry for anyone except yourself. And do that sparsely, if at all. You can't have feeling. Keep your eyes glued to the ceiling while the men do their dirty work, moan a few times, and they'll pay you.
And then you move on.
You don't question anything, you don't say no, you keep your mouth shut and your legs open. And you'll be just fine. I've learned that. I live by it.
*She* used to live by it.
But then she fell in love with that daft writer. I don't understand her. She knew she'd get herself into trouble. Why didn't she stay away from him!?
Not that I care.
I was happy when I found out that she was dallying with him. I figured that if I told the Duke, she'd get into even more trouble. So I did. And she did. And I was happy.
Arabia told me I shouldn't have later. I still don't care. I don't feel sorry for them.
Though...
I am having trouble keeping that up. I tell myself over and over that I don't care, that I don't feel sorry for either of them.
But I'm beginning to.
I see that... Christian boy wandering the streets every now and then. He just looks so sad and I just... Hell, I dunno. It makes me wonder, ya know? It makes me wonder... just how deep their love really went.
I had no idea. I really didn't. I thought it was just... physical, ya know? Everything at the Moulin Rouge is physical! I thought that if she got in trouble, she'd start doing her job right!
I didn't know...
And I'm sorry.
~Fin~