Part five: The beginning
She had finished writing the play, casting the actors
and actresses, gathering costume managers, and getting everything together. It
was the third day of rehearsals when he showed up. They were in act one, scene
three when she heard one actress gasp and the other one cover her mouth. She
thought something horrific had happened and turned around. All she saw was a
man, no older than she was standing there. His chocolate brown hair was styled
in a sort of messy style, his pristine blue eyes shown with nervousness and he
was wearing black trousers and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. She
saw no harm in him and invited him to stay. But when she looked into his eyes,
she felt warm, like they had been anticipating her. Afterwards, he offered his
help with the lyrics and she accepted it. When she walked away, she was pulled
over by one of the actresses.
"You don't know what you're getting into, do you?" she whispered
harshly. Emma gave her a look of confusion.
"What do you mean?" she asked quizzically.
"That man over there was in love with Harold Zidler's
prized courtesan, Satine. Satine was in love with him too and they started a
relationship. Alas, the duke bought Satine from Zidler and tried to bind her to
him. He found out about their affair and threatened to kill him. The jealousy
of Satine and the Duke almost drove him to madness. She had to abandon him to
save his life. At the premiere of his show, she confessed her love to him.
Sadly, she died that night of consumption. His heart was shattered in two and
until now, no one had seen or heard from him," she explained. Her eyes
softened and looked at him walking away.
"I pity him. Having your heart broken like that is a shame," Emma
said back.
"You don't get it, do you?" the actress asked. Emma looked at her
with sharpness. "He looked at you the same way he looked at Satine the
first time he saw her. Satine died a year ago," she said gently. Emma
shook her head.
"Just because he gave us the same look doesn't mean that he's in love with
me," she said to the actress. She sighed.
"Have it your way," she said, then walked away. Emma, exhausted,
walked backed to her flat. While she tried to fall asleep, all she could think
about was his smile, his blue eyes, the kindness in his eyes. She wanted to
give him a little more time. Just a little to heal the
wounds.
The next day, he started. He and Emma talked for a while about the songs, when
she asked him a question.
"You're helping with the production, and I don't even know your name. What
is your name, by the way?" she asked.
"Christian. My name is Christian. And what, may I ask, is yours?" he
said back. She smiled.
"Emma. My name is Emma." He smiled back at her. "Well, Emma,
nice to know your name," he said back.
She giggled and said, "Same here Christian. Same
here."
Days turned to weeks and weeks turned into months. The collaborated daily and
soon were quite close friends. Alas, both of them had secret feelings about the
other. And neither cared to speak about them. That is,
until, opening night.
He couldn't wait another day. He was dying to tell her about how he felt. The
way she smiled at him, the way she laughed when he said something funny, it was
as if she felt the same way. The next day was opening day. He knew it would be
the right time to tell her. Hopefully.
The next day, he was a nervous wreck. The what-ifs crawled around in his mind.
But he wouldn't let them get to him. He waited all day, then
the time finally came. He was back stage with her, watching the play unfold in
front of their eyes.
"You did a magnificent job, Emma," he complimented her. She looked in
his eyes.
"Thank you. You did a good job yourself," she said back. He looked
back into those jade green eyes.
"Emma, there's something I've been meaning to tell you," he said
hesitantly. She looked back into his eyes. It seemed as if she was moving
closer to him.
"What is it, Christian?" she asked. He took a deep breath and
started.
"Well, ever since I met you I've felt like there's been something more
between us than what most people expect. I mean, I feel like we're more than
collaborators, more than friends. All I'm trying to say is that I," he
began to stutter," I, I love you," he finished. He began to blush and
he knew that he made a mistake. He turned his head away from hers, then felt a hand on his face.
"Christian," he heard her whisper. She turned his head and looked
into his eyes. "I feel the same way," she whispered. He looked into
her eyes and before he knew what he was doing, he began kissing her. He
gathered all the emotion and passion that he held inside him and kissed her
with all his might. He could feel surprise in her mouth at first, but then it
slowly eased into her giving in. He pressed harder into her mouth and felt her
back up into the wall. He brought his hand to her cheek, holding it gently. She
finally began kissing back, letting his tongue inside her mouth. She tasted
like tea and lemons. He started to devour her, letting all his emotions go. He
felt her wrap her arms around him and he pulled her closer. He began trailing
down her neck, sucking it ever so gently. In between breaths, he heard her sigh
and gasp.
"Please Emma, let me be yours," he said, kissing her between words.
He felt more love for her now then ever and wanted to proclaim it.
"Christian, I love you. But I can't," she said between kisses.
"Why not?" he asked after a long kiss. He
looked at her quizzically. She put her hand to his face again.
"That isn't done. I just can't, with my etiquette and up bringing. Oh
Christian, you know I want to." She began to explain. He realized that
unlike Satine, Emma was still a virgin, pure and untouched. He placed a finger
on her lip to stop her from talking.
"I understand. Just let me know you love me," he whispered.
She smiled and whispered, "I love you." He smiled and he then
realized that the play was over. When the audience began clapping, he took her
hand and pulled her out.
An actor saw them and announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, these two are the
writer and lyricist of the play!" The audience clapped louder and they
both blushed. They both took a bow and when she looked at him in the midst of
it, he squeezed her hand just a little tighter.
"Come, Emma, I want to show you something," he told her. They were at
the cast party and so far, the entire night, they hadn't been separated. She
smiled and nodded her head. He took her hand and led her away from the crowds
to a ladder. He began climbing it and motioned for her to join him. "It's
up here," he said. She began climbing the ladder and when he reached the
top, he opened a door, leading them to the roof. He walked up and motioned her
to follow. He helped her up and when she arrived on the roof, she saw the most
beautiful sight she had ever seen. She could see the entire city of
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" he whispered to her. She turned her head
and saw his blue eyes, sparkling with radiance.
"Christian, this is the most beautiful site I have ever seen," she
whispered back. He pulled her closer, his hands around her hips. He looked into
her eyes and said,
"I missed out on all of this for a year." He looked down at his feet.
"Christian, it would take anyone that long to get over their first love
like that," she said back. He looked back into her eyes.
"I feel like I could've done so much more with that time. I mean, I still
have a love for Satine," he said, blushing a
little, "But with you, it's different. Satine and I, we fought our way to
love and hurt was a daily routine. With you, it comes easily and
naturally." She smiled and put a hand to his face.
"You're a natural lover. I can see that. And I will love you with all I
have, until my time on this earth is over. I will never, ever hurt you and if I
do, then god strike me down," she said. He smiled
and pulled her in closer, locking his lips with hers. They just stood their,
their arms around one another, their lips locked in a sensual kiss. He finally
pulled away and took her hand in his. He led her to a spot where the ceiling of
the flat below them came into a triangle and they leaned against it. She
snuggled up close to him and laid her head on his shoulder. He wrapped and arm
around her and began stroking her hair. He thought of a few words and began to
sing softly.
"If I could save time in a bottle
the first thing that I'd like to do
is to save every day 'til eternity passes away
just to spend them with you
if I could make days last forever
if words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day like a treasure and then
again I would spend them with you
But there never seems to be enough time to do the
things you want once you find them
I've looked around enough to know that
you're the one I want to go through time with
If I had a box just for wishes
and dreams that had never come true
the box would be empty except for the memories
of how they were answered by you
But there never seems to be enough time to do the
things you want once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
that you're the one I want to go through time with."
When he looked at her when he was done, he saw that she was sound asleep. He
chuckled, picked her up, and brought her back to his garret.
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