AUTHOR'S NOTE:
This fic is dedicated to Floppy, my partner in crime, and to Melissa, who was a fan of our fics. About a month and a half ago, she and another friend of ours were in a car accident. A drunk driver hit them on their way home from another friend's house. Melissa died, and Dora is being released from the hospital tomorrow. Please pray for them.
Also, this fic was inspired by Dani, who mentioned that in the movie Moulin Rouge, Zidler resembled our band director. Thus, "The Greatest Thing" was born. I don't know how college band works, but too bad. Enjoy the fic.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Moulin Rouge.
The Greatest Thing
By the Furby
Introduction: Words From A Broken Heart
Christian looked out of his apartment's window. All around him, boxes were stacked, filled with his belongings. The only unpacked thing was his laptop, which he switched on.
Before I leave, I need to get this out. His gaze wandered to the university football stadium. He jerked his head away, hit by a wave of fresh pain so intense that he considered shutting down his laptop and letting the memories stay inside him to fester.
No. Gathering his strength, he sat down at his desk and began to type.
This fic is dedicated to Floppy, my partner in crime, and to Melissa, who was a fan of our fics. About a month and a half ago, she and another friend of ours were in a car accident. A drunk driver hit them on their way home from another friend's house. Melissa died, and Dora is being released from the hospital tomorrow. Please pray for them.
Also, this fic was inspired by Dani, who mentioned that in the movie Moulin Rouge, Zidler resembled our band director. Thus, "The Greatest Thing" was born. I don't know how college band works, but too bad. Enjoy the fic.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Moulin Rouge.
The Greatest Thing
By the Furby
Introduction: Words From A Broken Heart
Christian looked out of his apartment's window. All around him, boxes were stacked, filled with his belongings. The only unpacked thing was his laptop, which he switched on.
Before I leave, I need to get this out. His gaze wandered to the university football stadium. He jerked his head away, hit by a wave of fresh pain so intense that he considered shutting down his laptop and letting the memories stay inside him to fester.
No. Gathering his strength, he sat down at his desk and began to type.