Disclaimer: I don't own "Moulin Rouge" or any of the songs. They belong to…well, I'm not sure who they belong to, but it's NOT me! The songs go to the movie, which I guess is property of "20th Century Fox" shrugs
Characters:
EmilySatine
Jordan Christian
Lenny Samuels Harold Zidler
George Lee The Duke
Jared Toulouse
Mike/Jacques Argentinean
Steve Satie
Kelsey Nini
Erika Nini's friend (New personality to the character)
Lily Marie (sort of)
La Bleu Lapin
Chapter 1
"Emily! Get up here!"
Emily, the prettiest girl in all of L.A that wasn't into showbiz yet, yelled back, "Chill, Lenny! I'm coming!" She stumbled up the stairs, putting her hair up into a messy bun.
"What's got your panties in a big old bunch, Len?"
"The…the…the bank."
"The bank?"
"Yes, they're sending a representative to check this place out, see if they can renew my loan. If they don't renew it, La Bleu Lapin is kaput. They'll turn it into a parking garage."
"Oh man…"
"You've been here since your were 15, and I know you love this place almost more than me…"
"Yeah, I do. Listen, if there's anything I can do…"
"Make Mr. Lee happy."
"Huh?"
"You don't have to sleep with him…maybe. He's coming tonight, and I want you to be his waitress and show him that this a quality place for all types of people!"
"So you want me to lie, huh?"
"Yes."
"Alright. Where is he?"
"He isn't here yet, he should be shortly, though. I'll call you when he gets here. We're seating him in the patio, your section, obviously. Go on out there. I'll let you know when he gets here. You just go out to the patio…and do what you're supposed to do…in the patio…while you wait for Mr. Lee…"
"Lenny, chill out. Everything's going to be fine. Just leave it to Em and everything will be just fine! Trust me, you'll see."
He nodded and smiled and went off to the patio. She had just started serving a couple when Lenny tapped on the glass door that led to the patio. She went to the door and said, "What, Len?"
"He's here!"
Jordan Smith opened the door to his new apartment. He had traveled all the way from Ohio to Los Angeles to fulfill his dream of becoming a writer. He didn't care what kind of writer, he just wanted to write! Whether he became a journalist, a play writer, a screenwriter, an author, a co-author, whatever! He just wanted to get his thoughts and ideas down on paper for the world to read, and possibly enjoy! He set up his laptop and opened up a word document. He watched the cursor blink, waiting for him to type. Blink, blink, blink…come on, man! You gotta come up with something! It's not that hard! He stared at the blank screen, waiting for some burst of inspiration. It didn't come. Well, what do I believe in? Beauty…truth… freedom… and of course I believe in…he looked out the window at the clear blue sky and finished his thought, love.
He put his fingers to the keyboard and was ready to start typing, when a crash coming from upstairs distracted him. He got up and opened the door to his apartment and looked up the stairs. A man was tumbling down the stairs at a rather fast speed! Jordan quickly stepped out into the hall and caught the man at the bottom. A tall man was dashing down the stairs crying, "I'm really sorry, sir, really, I am! I am most terribly sorry! Oh man, am I sorry!" He got to the bottom of the steps and helped Jordan carry the man into Jordan's apartment and set him on the couch.
"I am most terribly sorry for this, sir. Oh, Geez. See, he passed out on the stairs and fell all the way down. He's French, you see. His name is Jacques, but we all call him 'Mike' don't ask me why, it's a really long story and you'd probably pass out yourself by the end. You see, Mike passes out a lot, but he refuses to go see a doctor and figure out what is wrong with him, the stupid Frenchman. I think its Narcolepsy, but I'm not exactly pre-med!" Jordan just stared at this tall guy and said, "And…uh…you…you—who…who are you?"
"Oh, God, idiotic Jared! My name is Christophe Michael Gregory Robert Jared Holmes. Please call me Jared, as I can't see anyone attempting to call me 'Christophe Michael Gregory Robert Jared' can you? I think my parents were a little indecisive and out of it when they named me. My brother's named 'Nathan Oswald Matthew Timothy Jordan Alexander Michael Holmes.' They seem to like the name 'Michael'. It's absolutely crazy. They were nuts!"
Jordan nodded like he understood, when really his head was spinning with so many details. He stared at the Jared for a few more seconds and then said, "I'm Jordan." Jared held out his hand and said, "Well, hi, Jordan. What brings you to the most beautiful L.A?"
"I'm trying to fulfill my dreams."
"No better place than L.A. What are you aspiring to become, if you don't mind my asking?"
"I want to be a writer."
"What sort?"
"Not sure yet. I really just want to write. The type? Not sure."
"Well, what are you good at writing?"
"Well, I'm good at play writing, I guess. Or screen writing. Maybe one of those…but then again, I was on my high school and college paper, and they all said I was a fantastic journalist. I've written lots of short stories, things like that, so maybe I could be an author, or a co-author, or something to that effect…all I need is inspiration."
"I can help you there."
A/N-Well? It's my retry. I hope it's not too terribly terrible. Please review and let me know what you think of it so far. It's short, but it'll get longer. I promise.
Love,
DC