Part 2
Satine
I stood in front
of the mirror in my dressing room applying the finishing touches to my face. I
added more powder than usual to mask the tell tale red lines that betrayed the
fact I had been crying all night. I knew I had to do it. I had to hide what I
felt. For both are sakes. I had to hurt him. To save him.
I was an actress. No matter what I felt I had to say the lines I had been
taught. I had to look at him coldly and say, “Christian, I don’t love you.” And
I was sure when I said those my heart would break. But the show had to go on. I
had to go on.
Inside my heart is breaking,
My makeup maybe flaking,
But my smile stays on.
I unraveled my
veil to cover my face. I walked to the front of the Moulin Rouge, squared my
shoulders and put a mask of cultured coldness on my face.
I’ll top the bill,
I’ll earn the kill,
I must find the will to carry on with
the...
On with the...
On with the...
On with the show.
I heard Harold
whisper in my ear, “It’s for the best. The show must go on.” I remembered what
he had said. “We’re creatures of the Underworld. We can’t afford to love” With
fresh determination in my heart I walked out of the Moulin Rouge.