Disclaimer: I did not write the story nor own the story of Cinderella or Moulin Rouge. Moulin Rouge was all Baz- luv ya! And Cinderella was I think The Brothers Grimm-Luv ya too! Thanx to you both! This is dedicated to you.
A/N: I tried to make the characters stay themselves as best I can so if you are one of those people who don't like it when character's change then I am warning you that it's probably going to happen a little in my story so just be patient with me please!! Thanx!
The Glass Diamond
~A cross between Cinderella and Moulin Rouge~
~Enjoy!~
Once upon a time, in a faraway land of Montmartre, France, there lived a young , handsome, smart young man named Christian Ella James. He, as would any man with an ounce of dignity in him, was not fond of his name. All through his years of school, the girls wouldn't touch him and the guys would make fun of him. Asking him to come to tea, calling him fruitie, asking him to dance at the ball, you know, that sort of thing. Therefore, he began calling himself Christian by the time he reached the 8th grade. All the sudden, as if by magic, girls began dating him and the guys would invite him into a manly game of cards, because it was the early 1800's.
Christian was born in Montmartre on March 5, 1879. He was the son of Kella Ella and Bella Ella James. Sadly, though, Bella Ella soon died after giving birth to her only son, Christian. Kella Ella was left to raise young Christian. They lived a simple life, they had enough food and water, and were perfectly content. That was until Christian was 18. His father remarried to a wicked women named Marta Carta. She brought evil and sorrow to the once happy home, unbeknownst to Christian's father. Along with Marta came Carter, her nine year old son. He turned Christian's life into a living hell.
Then, tragedy struck once more. Kella Ella was dead. Yes, according to Marta, he choked on a chicken noodle soup noodle. Marta wasted no time in getting remarried. She married a horrible man who was known as the Duke. Luckily, for Christian, even though this happened a lot to him, Marta and Carter passed away in a horse and buggy accident leaving Christian with The Duke and his four quirky bohos, Toulouse, Doctor, The Argentinean, and Satie. They all lived happily (cut me a brake, I'm only trying to lighten up the story) in a tiny garret, overlooking the Moulin Rouge.
The Moulin Rouge, a nightclub. A dancehall and a bordello (does this sound familiar to you? Whoops! My bad! Wrong story!) Yea, the Moulin Rouge was a nightclub but also home to Satine. Satine was a beautiful courtesan and star of the Moulin Rouge. She was coming of age now and as pretty as ever. Yes, this is were our story begins, not the other story mind you, but this one. A story about love, truth, beauty, freedom, and that above all things, a glass elephant.
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Christian was 20 now. He had been living with the Duke, and his four quirky bohos for about two years. (Yes, he did understand that he could leave anytime seeing as though he was 20, but that's just not the way the story goes!) Christian lived a life of that of a penniless writer and loved it. The Duke spent much of his time alone. The four quirky Bohos just sat upstairs getting drunk and trying to paint pictures.
One very special day, Christian sat down by the window gazing out on the people below. A man, about four feet, eleven inches, came up behind him. It was Toulouse.
"Cwristian!! I have been witing a twulwy magnificent show! It is cwalled Spectacular, Spectacular! You must help me wite it!"
"No thanks, Toulouse, I am a horrible writer,"
"No, you already pwomised to wite me a story about twuth, beauty, freedom, wove!"
"But, I haven't been in love!"
"Exactwy"
"What?" Christian was now deeply confused but shook himself out of it as the Duke came into his room.
"Christian, this place needs to be cleaned before I have my evening bath!" The Duke exclaimed.
"Yes sir!" And with that, Christian got right to work. The quirky Bohemians didn't really like the way that Christian was treated so they went up into their room and composed a little song.
Christian Ellie Christian Ellie
What man of many sellie
He has a funny belly
That old Christian ellie
I think I want some deli
Wow NELLIE
Oh hellie
I think I like Kellie
But don't go and tellie
But Christian ellie
Is very very ….um…awesome ellie
And he……ah……oh….JUST FORGET THE SONG!!
And so they decided to get drunk on absinthe instead, as Christian worked busily downstairs.
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MORE TO COME………….