If Moulin Rouge was told with the characters of greys anatomy

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The Greatest Thing

chapter 1

"The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return"

That's what her brother always used to tell her.

Arizona Robbins had been waiting for six months for her writing career to take off. Six months of no publishers, no managers and no replies to the numerous letters she had sent out.

Presumably, this was because, in order to become a great writer, she actually had to write something. But she hadn't;, Arizona Robbins had spent six months at her typewriter, staring out her window and writing half- hearted letters to publishers.

Exactly 183 days and 13 hours after she had decided to quit her job and become a writer, Arizona made another life changing decision.

"Father!" Arizona yelled, "I'm moving to Paris!"

"You'll end up wasting your time at the Moulin rouge as a can-can dancer." The Colonel muttered, for the eighth time, as he carried his daughter's suitcase for her to the docks.

The entire train journey from London to Dover had been ridden in silence. Arizona had pardoned her father from accompanying her, but the Colonel insisted:

"Oh I need to come with so I can pay for your ticket when we reach Dover and you change your mind."

But Arizona had not changed her mind.

The two gazed up at the amazing ferry before them, as the waves of the Channel crashed up against her. Arizona turned to her father. "Well, this it" she flashed her dimples at the colonel, holding back her tears. She could cry on the boat.

The colonel's eyes studied his daughters. "Arizona, you don't have to do this, I know since Timothy-"

"This isn't about him"

"Exactly, this is about you. Don't uproot your life because you feel obligated to keep some silly childhood promise"

Even though she knew that he didn't mean for it to come across that wayhappen, Arizona still felt a sting from her father's words. She grabbed the suitcase and began to walk towards the boat, ready for the ship to take her to a new life.

"Goodbye Father"

Arizona crashed into her studio apartment.

The room was furnished with a bed, small table, chair, sink and a thick layer of dust. There was a single window directly opposite her front door.

She dropped her suitcases and ran towards the window, ready to see the Parisian skyline that would be her inspiration.

"Oh."

There was no skyline; all she saw was another window, less thant a few yards from her own. Arizona huffed and drew the curtains. She lit a candle and sat down at the small table with her typewriter.

Arizona closed her eyes and attempted to inhale the scent of the new city that would be her home. Instead of the smell of croissants and coffee, she began to choke on a vast amounts of dust. As she stood up to make her way towards the sink, her fit of coughings was swiftly interruupted by a colossial crash.

There was a strange man in her apartment; a strange, unconscious man who had fallen through the roof. All at once, her front door swung open, revealing a red headed dwarf dressed as a nun, she saw Arizona and smiled.

"How do you do? My name is April Marie Raymond Toulouse Lautrec Kepner. I'm teriibly sorry; we were upstairs rehearsing a play."

"A play?"

"A modern creation," the dwarf beamed, "called Spectacular! Spectacular! It's set in Switzerland!"

"And him," Arizona pointed to the man lying on her floor, "is he alright?"

"Oh yes, that's just Alex," April began to drag him from the middle of the apartment towards the door, Arizona ran over and began to assist by taking his legs, "he suffers from Narcolepsy. Perfectly fine one moment, unconscious the next!"

Arizona was dumbfounded. As she carried the unconscious man into the apartment upstairs, all she could think of was what this play could be about.

The three of them entered the room to find five other people waiting there impatiently;, some of them were dressed up, and all of them seemed very strange.

A short, old, angry man marched towards April, "Hhow is he?" she demanded,

April remained calm, "Wwell he-"

"wonderful, just wonderful, Alex is unconscious once again, and now the play will not be ready to show to the financier tomorrow!"

A red headed young man stood up from behind a grand piano "I still have to finish the music!"

A small, blonde woman piped up from behind a cardboard mountain "someone else can read the part!"

The old man turned towards her "Where on earth will we find someone to play a young, sensitive Swiss poet goatherder?"

Arizona had been practicing with the bohemians for several hours when,. Hhalfway through their read through of the script, there was an incident between her and the old man -, named Stark -, whenafter Arizona had suggested an alternative lyric to one of the songs.

"The hills animate," Arizona had read, "with the euphonious symphonies oOf descant-"

"Ooh no that won't do" the blonde, Teddy, had frowned.

"Wwhat about:," April offered, "The hills are vital intoning the descant-"

Before she could finish, the other redhead, Owen, suggested "The hills quake and shake with-"

"The hills are incarnate with symphonic melodies!" Alex had momentarily woken up to yell, before he collapsed once more.

Amongst the noise of suggestions and shouting, Arizona stood up and belted out, "The hills are alive, with the sound of music,"

Silence

Arizona continued, "with songs they have sung for a thousand years."

"Amazing."

"Fabulous."

"You should write the show with Sstark!"

April's suggestion was not what Stark wanted to hear;, he marched off, taking the only copies of the scripts with him.

"April, Sloan will never agree to a play written by a novice!" Owen complained.

"Hhave you ever written a play before?" asked Teddy.

"Wwell no but-"

"Aahh shut up, all of you!" Alex climbed off the floor, "she has talent," Alex placed his hands on his hips "I like her"

"Guys, with Arizona's help, we can write the bohemian revolutionary show we've always dreamed of! All we do, is dress her up and convince Calliope that she is a famous English poet. Oonce she hears her poetry, she'll be amazed and insist to Ssloan that she write Spectacular! Spectacular!"

At these words, Arizona heard her father's bitter voice.

"I can't write the show!"

I hope you liked the first chapter

I have written it all but open to changing things and stuff

also, again, please dont hate me