❦ 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙮 ❦

⤳ 𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘗𝘛𝘌𝘙 𝘖𝘕𝘌

This is a story about love.
and my love.
is dead.
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Christian sat at his typewriter, writing down his thoughts and feelings as he usually did. Yet, most of the page had contained the girl. He wanted to know her. No, he had to know her. Christian must have jumped 50 feet in the air when a random man crashed through his ceiling. The dazed and confused look on his face really told his thoughts;
"Uhm.."
He looked up through the whole, 3 or 4 people crowded around it,
"We're very sorry! We were rehearsing for a show and he..uh..he fell through the floor!"
One loudly spoke, they soon called him in to replace the, now dead on his floor, mans spot. Christian stood where they told him to, waiting to be given a direction. They bickered, and he sat there trying to make out what they were saying. They were discussing song lyrics, they didn't know what to sing. Christian shook his head and began to sing out;
"The hills are alive, with the sound of music!"
They all stopped. Turning to face him, his cheeks flushed pink in embarrassment. Next thing he knew, he was told about being dressed up for the moulin rouge show that night.
"The moulin rouge? You're going to the moulin rouge?" They laughed, telling him to get down from the set piece he had been standing on,
"No. You're going to the Moulin Rouge with us." Christian's eyes widened. Would this be the night he finally saw the singing beauty he heard every night from the elephant love? The one he wrote about every day and night. The woman that constantly fogged his thoughts. Maybe. Maybe not.