Part three: Gaining her legs

It was three weeks after she arrived in Paris that she finally landed a dream job. She came to Paris in search of some traces of the Bohemian Revolution. She found what she wanted in the place where she wanted to go in the first place, Montmarte. She was looking around for buildings that advertised housing or a hotel. She looked high and low for place to live and when she thought all hope was lost, she found an old building, named the Moulin Rouge. It looked deserted, but she decided to give it a try. She walked into the place, feeling empty. She walked into a big dance hall, with a stage at the end. On the stage where a handful of show girls, sitting on the stage with a rather large man with red hair.

"Well, well, look what we have here. A little girl lost in the big city of Paris," a showgirl stated. Swallowing the bitterness of the comment, she walked forward.

"I was wondering if you had a spare room, by chance. I need a place to stay and once I get a steady job, I'll pay rent. Right now, I have enough francs to last me three weeks. But please, sir, I've looked all day for a place to stay and I've been turned down. And this is my last chance. Please, even if it's just for one night, let me stay here," she pleaded, talking to the man. He looked at her, then to one of the dancers.

"Well, I could let you stay here, but what service will you do of me, pet? I can't just let you stay here for free," he asked tauntingly. She looked around, noticing that the dance hall had the makings of a theater.


"Do you need a writer of some sort? I'm a writer and I could write you a play, then you could make a profit off of it," she suggested. But looking at him sternly, she said, "But of course, I would like to get some of this money. Not a lot. Just a good sum." He looked at her bluntly, then summoned one of his dancers and began whispering with her.

About five minutes later, he turned back to her and said, "All right, we will let you stay. But, on the condition that you'll write a play for us and it will make a profit. If it doesn't sell, we'll be rid of you." She smiled in gratitude and was soon shown to a dressing room of some sort. "This will be your home. There's a bedroom to your left," the hostess pointed out, "A bathroom next to that and a small kitchen setting is over there." The hostess quickly left and Emma began to unpack her things and write out her first play.

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