RP for in_verbatim
The curtain calls had seemed endless this evening, Satine had stood and smiled, and smiled and stood for what had seemed like a lifetime. For all the fame and all the glamour, and how she'd strove for this, there was nothing comparable to the cool midnight air on her face and nothing but her own thoughts to keep her company. Her personal escape from the gruelling schedule that the Diable Rouge demanded of her.
The doorway at the rear of the theatre had, as always, been teeming with enthusiastic fans, men jostling each other, sometimes even breaking into street brawls just to get near to the star, to touch her hand, to have her speak to them personally.
Once free of their clamouring attentions, Satine turned the corner of the New York back street and inhaled the fresh crisp night air, slowing into a relaxed amble. It was these moments that she would fondly remember Christian and her previous life in Paris at the Moulin. So much had changed since she'd stumbled across the Nexus, she'd traded everything she'd had for this life. A life that had cured her of her illness and carried her to heights of fame that she could never have dreamed of in France.
The doorway at the rear of the theatre had, as always, been teeming with enthusiastic fans, men jostling each other, sometimes even breaking into street brawls just to get near to the star, to touch her hand, to have her speak to them personally.
Once free of their clamouring attentions, Satine turned the corner of the New York back street and inhaled the fresh crisp night air, slowing into a relaxed amble. It was these moments that she would fondly remember Christian and her previous life in Paris at the Moulin. So much had changed since she'd stumbled across the Nexus, she'd traded everything she'd had for this life. A life that had cured her of her illness and carried her to heights of fame that she could never have dreamed of in France.