The Friendship You Needed

~={ The Moulin Rouge }=~

TRIGGER WARNING:
MINOR SELF INJURING BEHAVIOUR

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Y/n's POV

After working a 9 hour shift from hell, I had almost forgotten about the earlier interaction with Aaron. it wasn't until I reached into my pocket to to feel the piece of paper with his number scrawled over it did it return to my mind.

On my walk home I decide to do more research on the guy. Not in a creepy way, more of a who the hell is this man. After only a few seconds of scrolling I find a page to buy tickets at the Al Hirschfeld theatre of the production in 'Moulin Rouge'.

I remember that movie, Ewan McGregor singing, forever in my head and Obi-Wan, but not an unwelcomed thought. Good music though, I had been waking past the theatre for ages, not really realising what they were doing (as is often the case).

I humor a thought that maybe I will go watch it. Ever since moving here I haven't allowed myself to treat myself to anything.

Fuck it.

I pay $70 for a reasonable seat with a clear view for tonight's performance. This one is for me.

I look at the time noting 6.30 as I walk down the sketchy alleyway to my apartment. It's a 15 minute walk back to the theatre, so I have just enough time to dump my work crap off and change into something clean.

In a record time of just over 5 minutes I am back out the door and walking down to the theatre. It's my first Broadway experience, so not really sure what the dress code is, so I chose a formal yet comfy outfit, nothing too special but something that means I don't look like a slob. The small goals.

At I reach the theatre, a moment of realisations hits as to why I haven't done this before. There are so many people. All very excited to watch the show, very energised, very loud. I feel myself reaching for my hand instinctively, beginning to lightly scratch at the back of it.

I walk in to the font enterence, where I by a playbill before being ushered away to my seat by a young gentleman.

"You have made it just in time," he says through grinning teeth. "Welcome to the Moulin Rouge."

The feeling of people around me was starting to get to me. Maybe this was a bad idea. Fear beginning to rack me. My scratching starting to become more aggressive as time went on.

The dancers emerged onto the stage, doing their thing, and then the entire theatre goes dead quiet for just a moment, before loud cheers are heard echoing.

My confusion as to what had happened disapated as I see Aaron walking across the stage. The constant screaming of what could only be assumed were his fans and other excited audience members was starting to tip me over my breaking point until all of a sudden, the music began, a bass drop that shook me to my core. Finally my hands were still.

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The first act was nothing short of breath taking.

A 15 minute intermission was called, presuming to not only give the audience a change to stand up, but give the performers a change to sit for a second. The whole show seemed very go go go.