The duke sat in silence for a few minutes before he spoke. The group sat in silence as the goose feathers fluttered about them. This could be their chance at fame! The Duke had to agree.

"Generally I like it." He grinned.

Satine started to squeal as Christian grabbed the duke by the shoulders.

"Thank you! Thank you!" He beamed. Harold, the owner of the Moulin Rouge waved his arms around.

"Lift him! Lift him!"

Everyone joined in as they lifted the chair the duke sat in, high, high up into the air.

"Wait, wait a minute," The duke stammered. "What are you doing? I agreed! Please, put me down now..." But it was too late. The celebration immediately turned into chaos as the rich investor's body fell true the window. Down...Down...until he reached the grounds of the Moulin Rouge. They looked at each other.

Oops.

Taking the money for themselves, Harold and the crew invested in their own play. Satine and Christian continued loving each other since the horrible, spoiled duke, was out of their lives forever.

~The End! ~

P.S. Satine never died, don't ask me why, it's my story.

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