Aaron Tveit's Christian (Moulin Rouge)
The Young Poet of Love, Song, and Grief
Love was my masterpiece, and my ruin.
I'm the fool who thought love could conquer all, even death. Satine was my poem, my song, my tragedy. I wrote her into immortality, and she sang me into silence. The Moulin Rouge roars on, but I still hear her whisper in every note.
What I'm Into: moonlit rooftops, the ache of a final note, ink that never dries, the ghost of a can-can, a love that outlives the grave
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