NFTA-Hey, guys. So, welcome to my first Princess and the Frog story, Sold.
Originally, in the movie, Louis was actually going to be a victim of Dr. Facilier. After Louis asked him to give him trumpet abilities, Facilier did, but turned him into an alligator.
This is my explanation of why Louis wanted to play the trumpet and the real reason why Facilier turned Louis to an alligator. I came up with this idea 2 years ago when I read about Louis as a victim, so I know it's just like my other stories.
I'm also using an abandon concept of Louis, giving his trumpet a name: Giselle. It's seen in a deleted scene from the DVD and Blu-Ray. That will have an explanation too.
This will be a very short story with 4-6 chapters. Enjoy, and PLEASE review!
BTW: Giselle may sound like a teenager, but she isn't. She is Louis's age from the movie.
Chapter 1
Louis Harolds walked his beautiful fiancé, Giselle home after a delicious lunch at Duke's. He smiled at her lovingly as she laughed that beautiful, soft laugh of hers. But, it wasn't only her bell-like laugh that was so beautiful. It was everything in her. She had that brown, skinny body with her curly black hair and green eyes to match. It was also what she was wearing. She had her beautiful, purple dress that sparkles with gray stockings, a black cardigan, a purple, flapper hat, and colorful bead necklaces to match. But, most importantly, it was her warm, fuzzy personality and that beautiful, sweet singing voice she has that makes Louis love her.
"I'm the luckiest guy alive," thought Louis as she lifted her face up to see him. "I don't get how someone so beautiful loves a fat guy like me."
"Just think about it, Louis." she said, waving her purse back and forth. "Next week, we will be husband and wife."
"Yes, we will, baby, we will." said Louis, kissing her on the lips. She put her hands on his shoulders and sighed.
"What's wrong, Giselle?" asked Louis.
"It's my parents." said Giselle, looking down at the road. "My mother isn't alive to see this…"
"I know." interrupted Louis, compassionally. "But, she's with God now. She will still see our elopement."
"But, my father." she finished, looking at him. "He still doesn't know we have been going out for 6 months."
"Hey, that's his fault. He shouldn't be so picky about your husband! I mean, why does it matter if you have to marry a musician? He knows how I want to play the trumpet." Louis sighed and grumbled, turning his face away from Giselle, "But, I'm not good at it." Giselle giggled, turning his embarrassed face to her.
"It's okay!"
"But, you're good at singing. No, you're incredible. You're a jazz, blues singer in restaurants, for crying out loud. People expect you to date a musician."
"But, I don't care about dating and marrying musicians. I only care about you." The two giggled and kissed.
"So, anyway," said Louis, leading her home. "If we have a girl in a year or 2, I'm thinking of Gloria." Giselle gasped.
"That's a great name, Louis!" she said, happily. "Or…"
"Or what?"
"Since we're musicians, I'm thinking of Grace."
"Grace! I like that better!"
"Grace Gloria Harolds." said Giselle, dreamingly, putting her head on Louis's shoulder. "Such a beautiful, jazzy ring to it. But, do you know what has a better ring?"
"What's that?" asked Louis, excited.
"Mrs. Giselle McKinley Harolds." The two laughed.
"I have a better one!" said Louis, getting into it.
"Hmmmm…" said Giselle, pretending to think. "Let me guess: Louis Harolds McKinley." Louis sarcastally gasped.
"How did you know?" he asked, pretending to be surprised.
"You always take my ideas," said Giselle, laughing.
"Because you have the best ones!" said Louis. The two leaned to kiss until…
"AHA!" The two turned around and gasped. Louis and Giselle forgot to be careful where they're going. Now, they're at Giselle's house and her father has caught them after all this time!
"I knew that you were still seeing that talented nobody!" marched Giselle's father. "That's why the musicians that I set you up with never see you, again! You're cheating on them!"
"Hello, Daddy!" argued Giselle. "First, that talented nobody has a name! Second, I HAVE been seeing LOUIS before you have been setting these dates up. And I all told the boys once we got to our "date" that I'm seeing somebody, and you're setting me up with them!"
"Well, this all ends now!" argued Mr. McKinley. "I'm going to set you up on an arranged marriageand you will never see Louis again! You will be married tomorrow!" The couple gasped.
"NO! THIS IS UNFAIR!" screamed Giselle. "I LOVE HIM! YOU CAN'T DO THIS! PLEASE, NO!"
"Princess," sighed Mr. McKinley, putting his hands on his daughter's shoulders. "I only want what's best for you! And that is a musician for a husband."
"Is that what's best for me…or for you?" said Giselle, harshly through her tears. Mr. McKinley looked at his daughter and just stared at her, defeated.
"JUST GET IN THE HOUSE NOW!" he yelled, pointing at the door.
"If Mom was here, she would let me marry anyone I want!" she said before marching in. Louis and Mr. McKinley watched as she marched in, crying. "THIS IS NOT OVER!" she screamed.
"She's stubborn, just like you, Genevieve," prayed Mr. McKinley in his mind. The door slammed.
"Nathaniel, sir…" said Louis.
"NEVER CALL ME BY MY NAME!" threatened Mr. McKinley. "Only my son in law can call me that."
"I'm sorry." corrected Louis. "Mr. McKinley, I truly love your daughter. She has been the best thing that has ever happened in my whole life. She's sweet. She's beautiful. She's fun. She has the most amazing, singing voice I've ever heard. She's everything that I've wanted." Louis got on his knees. "Please, she's the girl of my dreams. I want to marry her. I'll take good care of her. Heck, we were even discussing baby…"
"Are you a musician?" asked Mr. McKinley.
"No, net yet. I always wanted to play the trumpet, just like my idol, Louis Armstrong, but I can't. I'm not good."
"Then, you can't marry my Giselle Regina."
"But, sir…" Mr. McKinley closed his eyes and sighed.
"Wait here."
A couple minutes later, Mr. McKinley walked back outside, hiding something behind his back. He sighed.
"Listen. Louis, isn't it?" asked Mr. McKinley. Louis desperately nodded. He sighed again, unsnapped a case, and revealed a trumpet. Louis gasped and tried to get it.
"Wait!" snapped Mr. McKinley, putting his hand on Louis's chest. "This here is my Giselle's late mother's trumpet. I feel sorry for my daughter, so I'm giving you one more day to learn how to play the trumpet. If you do learn and succeed, you can marry Giselle." Louis gasped, picked him up, and hugged him.
"Oh, thank you, sir!" said Louis, happily. "I will not let you down!"
"You're a big teddy bear, aren't you?" asked Mr. McKinley, trying to breathe.
"Oh, sorry." said Louis, dropping him.
"Now, here's the song you need to play for me!" said Mr. McKinley, handing him a sheet music.
"When the Saints Go Marching In?" read Louis, out loud. Mr. McKinley gave him the case with the trumpet in it.
"And remember," said Mr. McKinley, placing his pointer finger on Louis's heart. "This was my wife's trumpet. One of the only things I have from her…besides our daughter, of course. She named the trumpet after Giselle. See? It has her name, labeled on it. So, if anything happens to it…"
"Yes, sir!" said Louis, walking backwards as leaving the house. "I will return it as if I never borrowed it. And I will play on it really, really goof. I will not let you down."
"Good luck, son." yelled out Mr. McKinley.
Giselle was watching the whole scene from her bedroom window.
"Please, Louis! Don't fail." she prayed, silently.
"Please, Genevieve!" prayed Louis while on the way home. "I love your daughter. Please help me!" Louis stopped walking.
"Oh, this is ridiculous!" said Louis, out loud. "I'm not going to learn this song in a day! I'm not going to learn how to play a trumpet in a day. I'm going to fail." Eerily enough, right after he proclaimed that, a business card flew to Louis. He gently put the case and sheet music in front of him and read the card: "DOCTOR FACILER. TAROT READING. CHARMS. POTION. DREAMS MADE REAL." He also heard someone, running away. Louis then saw a shadow, running to a nearby alley. Louis sighed. He knew superstitious things are dangerous and heard terrible things about the Shadowman, but what choice does he have?
"I can't believe that I'm doing this," Louis said to himself, out loud. He grabbed the case and sheet music, and walked to the alley.
