Disclaimer: I don't own Moulin Rouge Characters nor the songs used in this fanfiction. Though some are original.

Author's Note/ This is little change of the story however are roles reversed.

Chapter I- Heroine of the Revolution

After all the words had been typed, printed and bled for she didn't want them to know about the love at the Moulin Rouge; A love that started almost a year ago with her dearest Christian in the year 1899. A summer of love as some would come to call it. Satine had no idea that when she had come to the center of France to live a penniless existence she would become one of the many voices of the bohemian revolution movement.

Montmartre was not as her parents had said 'A village of sin'. As Satine knew Montmartre to be beautiful place to live and enjoy. She had yet to find herself a place to stay but she did earn francs singing. She sang little songs to liven up the mood. The day arrived she had earned an enough to a gable or maybe even a small garret. When night fell upon Montmartre she found herself singing a bohemian chant.
"NO, NO You can't stop the children of the revolution. You won't fool the children of the revolution. You tell can tell our pain by the falling-" she stopped abruptly as she accidently ran into another woman. The woman was soon surrounded by her bodyguards.

"I am so sorry Miss." Satine said delicately.
"Ick, what are you doing addressing me like that, I am a Duchess, you little street urchin? I am not in the mood to deal you bullock bohemians. " the woman harshly suspected Satine.

"I didn't mean any harm but you know bohemia is spectacle to be used in all parts of life. Much like freedom, truth, beauty and above all else love."

"You sicken me with your twisted dogmas and If you dare speak of things of that nature again –The Duchess spat- you might as well lose your tongue you pathetic twat," lightly slapping Satine with her glove then pushing her to the ground. "Armaments…be rid of her." The duchess went off in a small automobile.

It started raining hard. Only two of her henchmen had guns but that was enough to scare poor Satine. Their impertinent, crass eyes gazed upon her. She heaved a whimpering sigh as they ripped her skirt and started to unbutton her coat.

"Please someone help…" The bodyguard's massive hand fell upon her mouth.

"This will be painful and I think if you're open I might enjoy it." He said harshly caressing her cheek with his other free hand. Satine, to no avail, tried pushing him away from her. She heard a loud whack the bodyguard went out cold. With a few gunshots and another loud whack and a consecutive thump later Satine exhaustedly fell unconscious.

~The Morning Later~

As her eyes focused she found herself in a quaint garret covered with paintings and glasses of a strange green liqueur. She found a scrawled note on a tray along with some eggs, bacon and a flute of orange juice. The note read,

Here's some breakfast for a fellow bohemian
-Toulouse L.

"Toulouse L?" she repeated aloud. Within a blink of an eye a small dwarf dressed as a nun waltzed in twirling a cane.

"How are you Mademoiselle? I am Henri Marie Raymond Toulouse-Lautrec Monfa."

"Well I am fine Merci Monsieur Lautrec." Satine muttered still a tad confused.
"You're welcome to join us upstairs for the rehearsal pitch if you like."

"Rehearsal pitch?" She implored.

"Yes for our play Spectacular, Spectacular."

"A play?"

"It's very modern and will be the start of a Bohemian Revolution." He squealed. At that moment a young bald man came in. "Toulouse she's out again."

"Goddammit." He cried, "Mademoiselle might we enlist your aid upstairs."

Satine nodded and followed the two gentlemen up the stairs. The bald one whispered something into Toulouse's ear. "You let me worry about Audrey, Satie." He lisped.

Satie opened the door to a quite large loft where two others were arguing over a bed where a striking young woman lay.

"How dare you. If it weren't for me this show would cease to be." Said one with black hair and an excessive amount of powder and rouge upon his face to an older on which they all referred to as Audrey and the Doctor.

"Without us you mean." Satie said.

"We found someone to just read Annalisa's part." Toulouse said cutting off Audrey's protests.

Audrey looked at Satine with wary eyes.

"I just hope for your sake Toulouse she can fit into the costume." As Satine slid into the unconscious German girl's costume she asked gesturing to her, "So what is wrong with her."

"She suffers from narcolepsy so she's in and out of consciousness like a…"

"Hurry it up!" Audrey stammered losing his patience.

"How does it look?" she asked.

"Fine… fine. Let's get going." Audrey shrilled.

As they started to performed a little scene. Toulouse belted out a tune. "The hills animate with the euphonious symphonies of descant!" He leapt around maniacally, reading from his script.

"NO! Stop, stop!" Audrey interrupted, waving his hands. "That insufferable droning is drowning out my words!" he cried to Satie. "Can we please just stick to a little decorative piano?

"But I don't think a nun would say that about a hill," The Doctor pointed out. "And it doesn't quite fit with the music," Satie added. "Have you another suggestion," Audrey questioned coldly. "Well... I..." Satie started. The Bohemians all started arguing again. Satine couldn't help herself she had to sing out clear above their voices, "The hills are alive with the sound of music!" The room fell silent as Annalisa bounced up "The hills are alive with sound of music! I LOVE IT!" she throwing her hands up.

"It fits perfectly," Satie said from his piano. "With songs they have sung, for a thousand years," she sung, adding to her last line. The bohemians all gasped in wonderment, looking at her in awe. "Incandiferous!" Toulouse exclaimed. "Audrey," he said, turning to the indignant looking man, "you two should write the show together."

"I beg your pardon?" Audrey asked in an offended tone, putting a hand to his ear." "I think you should write the show with Satwine," Toulouse repeated. "HOW DARE YOU, YOU MIDGET!" Audrey shrieked.

"I've had enough of your ridiculous fantasies LAUTREC, GOODBYE!" He slammed the door behind him and the bohemians all looked back to her, unruffled by Audrey's exit. "But Toulouse," Satie said worriedly, "Zidler will never agree, he hired Audrey and..," he looked to Satine and asked, "No offense, but have you ever written anything like this before?"

"Truth be told Mousier no and I am sorry maybe you can still catch Audrey."
"But are you or are not the one who stood up to the Duchess and told her about truth?" The doctor said joined by Annalisa as Satine nodded.

"-beauty?" Nods.

"-Freedom" Satie added. Nodding.

"Oh and who could forget Love…" Toulouse furthered the doctrine. Her head rose as he said Love.

"No one." Satine blurted out "No One can forget Love. For Love is a most splendored thing…it's like oxygen no it's… it's what the world needs now, what the world needs now is love, sweet love. It's the only thing that there's just too little of… No, not just for some but for everyone," she cried out.

"See; see you are the voice of the revolution Satine… We will convince Zidler through Satine's modern poetry and a little persuasion from-he lowered his tone- Christian will be our ticket to get this revolution started."

Satine tilted her head as Toulouse said the name, the name that will forsake her story, her life, and her very being. After much hushed deliberations, Toulouse relayed the plan;

"When Christian sees how talented and lovely you are, he will insist to Zidler that you the show."

"I could use a drink…" the Doctor said after he noticed his glass was empty.

"Absinthe?" Toulouse asked.

"Yes please." The Doctor said.

Hobbling over with a tray, Toulouse gave Satine a glass of absinthe and the bohemians then toasted to their new writer of the first bohemian revolutionary show. As it was said they were off to the Moulin Rouge, and Satine was to perform modern poetry for Christian, The Eternal Diamond.