Adrien first came to Paris one year ago. It was 1899. The summer of love. He knew nothing of the Moulin Rouge, or Hawk Moth, or Marinette.
The world had been swept up in the Bohemian Revolution and he had traveled from London to be apart it. On the hill near Paris was the village of Montmartre. It was not what his father had said. It was not a village of sin. It was the center of the bohemian world. There were musicians, painters, writers, and they were known as the children of the revolution.
Adrien had come to live as a penniless existence. He had come to write about truth, beauty, freedom, and that in which he believed in all things. Love. He could still hear his father telling him, "Always this ridiculous obsession with love!"
But of course there was only one problem. He had never been in love.
Luckily, right at that moment, an unconscious Argentinian man fell through his roof. He was quickly joined by a man dressed nun.
"How do you do bro? My name is Nino. Sorry about all of this. He was just upstairs rehearsing a play." The man dressed as a nun stated walking over to the unconscious man.
"What?!"
A play! It was something very modern called 'Miraculous Miraculous!'
Nino just kept talking. "And it's set in Switzerland!"
Unfortunately the Argentinian man suffered from a disease called narcolepsy. One moment fine and unconscious the next.
Three more peculiar looking people looked down the hole in the roof.
"How is he?" A woman with glasses says. "Oh wonderful!" She continued. "Kim is now unconscious and now the scenario will not be finished in time to present to the financier tomorrow…".
"And Nino. I still have to finish the music." A boy wearing strange glasses added on.
Nino just smiled and responded with, "We'll just find someone to read the part."
The woman rolled her eyes. "And where are we going to find someone in time to read the role of the young, sensitive, swiss, poet, goat herder?"
They all looked at Adrien and before he knew it, he was upstairs, standing in for Kim.
"The hills are amazed with the euphonious symphonies of desant!" Nino sang loudly.
The woman, Adrien learned her name was Alya, just got frustrated and yelled, "STOP! Stop! Stop! Stop that insufferable droning!" She walks over to the pianist with the strange glasses, whose name was Max. "It's drowning out my words! Can we please just stick to a little decorative piano..?"
There seemed to be artistic differences over Alya's lyrics and Max's songs.
The stagehand, Ivan, interjected, "I don't think a nun would say that about a hill.."
"What if he sings, 'The hills are vital, intoning, the descent?'" Max asked.
"The hills quake and shake!" Nino yelled.
Ivan got frustrated. "No. No. The hills…"
Kim suddenly got up and shouted, "The hills are incarnate with symphonic melodies!"
After that though, he was passed out again. Everyone just said no to his idea.
The group kept on shouting their ideas all at once and everything became hectic.
Having enough of their argument, Adrien just stood up on the set and started singing, "The hills are alive! With the sound of music!"
Everyone got quiet. Then Kim shot up from the bed he had passed out on and yelled, "The hills are alive with the sound of music! I love it!"
Everyone sighed with relief and Max started singing the verse with his music. "It fits perfectly."
Adrien then continued. "With they have sung, for a thousand years!"
Everyone, except for Alya cheered.
Nino then suggested that Adrien and Alya should write the show together.
"I beg your pardon?"
She didn't seem to like that idea.
"Good-Bye!" She yelled and left the room.
Nino raised a shot glass filled with a green substance in the air. "Here's to your first job in Paris!" He then took the shot.
Max hurried over to Nino. "Hawk Moth will never agree though…" He looked over at Adrien. "No offense, but have you written anything like this before?"
Adrien just looked at Max like he was crazy. "No!"
Kim grinned. "This boy has talent! I like him!" He then accidentally put his hand over Adrien's crotch.
Adrien gasped and Kim looked over, noticed where his hand was, and instantly took his hand off. "Nothing funny… I just like talent.."
"The hills are alive with the sound of music! See Max! With Adrien, we can write the truly bohemian revolutionary show that we've always dreamt of." Nino stated.
Max looked over to Nino. "But how will we convince Hawk Moth?"
Nino had a plan. Marinette.
They would dress Adrien in Kim's best suit and pass him off as a famous English writer. Once Marinette heard his modern poetry, she would be amazed and insist to Hawk Moth that Adrien would write 'Miraculous Miraculous!'.
The only problem was, Adrien kept hearing his father's voice in his head saying, "You'll end up wasting your life at the Moulin Rouge with a cancan dancer…"
Adrien freaked out and started to run back down to his room through the hole. "I can't write the show for the Moulin Rouge."
"Why not?" Nino asked.
"I don't know if I am a true bohemian revolutionary."
Nino just smiled and asked him, "Do you believe in beauty?"
"Yes"
"Freedom?" Kim questioned.
"Yes. Of course."
"Truth?" Asked Max.
"Yes."
"Love." Ivan stated.
"Love? Love. Above all things, I believe in love. Love is like oxygen. Love is a many-splended thing. Love lifts us up where we belong. All you need is love."
"See! You can't fool us!" Nino cried out. "You're the of the revolution! Let's drink to the new writer of the world's first bohemian revolutionary show!"
It was a perfect plan. He was to audition for Marinette and he would taste his first glass of absinthe.