Forever: Prologue
A/N: I know someone recently wrote a "Moulin Rouge in 1969" fic, but I've had this idea for AGES and I've never written about it. And since I'm so addicted to the modern-MR idea (I did come up with it, you know. Well, I was the first one to write one. Check out Crazy Love.) So here's mine. It's different. THERE'S NO DUKE!
Well, there might be.
New York, 1969
"Who's playing tonight?" The young woman asked her companion, who was taking a slow drag on the joint being passed around.
The longhaired boy-man with the spacey drawl and rainbow painted across his cheekbones looked at her intently, sorting his drugged-out mind for the answer to her question. "Storm." He passed her the joint and she inhaled deeply, enjoying the grassy scent of it, mingled with the rich earth and floral, and the heady fragrance of freedom.
The Summer of Love. 1969. A year of promise. A year of happiness, peace, truth, beauty, freedom. And love. It was the dawning of the Age of Aquarius, or so they proclaimed. The free spirited, new Bohemian "Children of the Revolution."
She was Valerie Diamond, but they called her Star.
And he was Tristan Duval, the heavily glittered front man of hippie cover band Storm.
Little did they know that the Summer of Love would change their lives forever.
A/N: I know someone recently wrote a "Moulin Rouge in 1969" fic, but I've had this idea for AGES and I've never written about it. And since I'm so addicted to the modern-MR idea (I did come up with it, you know. Well, I was the first one to write one. Check out Crazy Love.) So here's mine. It's different. THERE'S NO DUKE!
Well, there might be.
New York, 1969
"Who's playing tonight?" The young woman asked her companion, who was taking a slow drag on the joint being passed around.
The longhaired boy-man with the spacey drawl and rainbow painted across his cheekbones looked at her intently, sorting his drugged-out mind for the answer to her question. "Storm." He passed her the joint and she inhaled deeply, enjoying the grassy scent of it, mingled with the rich earth and floral, and the heady fragrance of freedom.
The Summer of Love. 1969. A year of promise. A year of happiness, peace, truth, beauty, freedom. And love. It was the dawning of the Age of Aquarius, or so they proclaimed. The free spirited, new Bohemian "Children of the Revolution."
She was Valerie Diamond, but they called her Star.
And he was Tristan Duval, the heavily glittered front man of hippie cover band Storm.
Little did they know that the Summer of Love would change their lives forever.