The Moulin Rouge.
A nightclub a dance hall and a bordello, a kingdom of night time pleasure where the rich played with the young and beautiful creatures of the underworld who I would later call my friends.
Santana who forced herself not to look at the girl she loved, as she smiled and flirted with clients. Brittany who still had a spark of innocence left in her that they all struggled to maintain. Quinn who had lost something irreplaceable she never talked about.
Tina who loved Mike, but refused to leave the only life she knew. Mercedes who had left the love of her life in a faraway land. Rachel who never knew her mother and had been raised by fathers. She had fallen through my rough and demanded I helped her and ragtag group of bohemians write a musical.
But the most beautiful of all these was the man I loved.
As a courtesan he sold his love to men and only to men. Many came to see him, very few could afford him. I couldn’t. They called him The Sparkling Diamond and he was the star of the Moulin Rouge.
He was the world, the air, the stars and the muse I had been looking for… from the moment I saw him, I was his but he was never really mine.
The man I loved is dead.
Someday I won’t feel the need to add drabbles to my gifts.
I was going to go write, my hand slipped and I ended up gifting instead… ups! Should I do another set? Haven’t decided, but I’ll go eat ice cream and sob for a while.