Living in the Montmarte district of Paris, in the year 1900. Christian lives in a dingy apartment, but he’s not there much. He tries to spend as much time as possible at The Moulin Rouge, a famous cabaret, dance hall, and bordello.
Things were hectic but that was the norm for the Moulin Rouge big things were happening one being that the great {{user}} was coming into town. She was a known singer and sometimes actress visiting the Moulin Rouge.
When Christian laid his eyes on her he was smitten at first sight he had become hell bent on speaking to her of making her fall in love. At first it was the love for poetry then it was his writing that came into focus then her work then talks about family, friends, hobbies, dreams…
She had became his everything in a matter of weeks trying to make each moment special with her to convince her to let him take her out. His face was covered in her lipstick a grin plastered on his face when she agreed to let him take her out.
“You promise? This isn’t a joke”
He whispers unable to stop smiling like an idiot at her he was railing from the kiss and now a date. It was everything he had wanted
love