Title: Uncertainty
Author: Sparkling Diamond Satine
Warning: Cheesy story that I decided to write during my school's production of 'Singin' in the Rain.' (And ooh it was raining during the performance…and they were singing…haha) There will probably be some inside jokes…only because I love our inside jokes to the play…they're so great!
Summary: What would you do if you found yourself in Montmartre…in someone else's body during the 19th century? Well, this is what my friend and I would do! It starts when I'm in pit orchestra and we're doing a run through of our play…and then the lights blackout, followed by a fainting spell. We awaken in the world of Montmartre, but when we look in the mirror, we don't look like ourselves! The crazy world of humor crossed with Moulin Rouge crossed with sappy love romances and way-too-unrealistic stuff ( enjoy! By the way, this is what I wish would happen during rehearsal, because I love the guy I put in…SO cute! Almost Ewan-cute ( hehe, I finally talked to him! Will sparks fly? I hope…
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that doesn't belong to me…'cuz you know that wouldn't make sense and I like to make sense most of the time. The song, "All I Do Is Dream Of You" belongs to Nacio Herb Brown, and Alfred Freed.
Note: I think I'll post my 'Top 15 Reasons You Know You've Been In Pit Orchestra Too Long' in chapter 2 ( 'cuz it's fun fun.
Note 2: Changed the names of my friends for security reasons, but everything else remains the same.
Note 3: I shift the POV from time to time. Any shifting point of view will be indicated with the following symbol: "~*~"
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Chapter 1~And…Blackout!!
Walking out into the so-called pit we have in our auditorium, I began to discover just how annoying our pit lights were when they wouldn't turn on.
"Guess I'm using your pit lights today, Sheryl," I said.
"Okay," she said, putting her clarinet together.
I started warming up my flute and smirked when I saw HIM walk on the stage. He was practicing his tap number, and I couldn't help but sneak a little peek at him. He was so great! I couldn't tell if he made any mistakes whatsoever, but even if I did, I wouldn't care!
He walked up to my part of the stage and sat down. He sounded out of breath, and he smiled at me. Oh my god he actually SMILED at me!!!
"Hey there, Chrissy," he said, grinning. "Yeah…I know we haven't talked…pretty much ever…but Matt was telling me how you wanted my screen name and all this crap I don't really remember. I guess the point was that you wanted to talk, so I figured, a few minutes before curtain couldn't hurt."
I made a mental note to kill Matt later; this was just too great a moment! "Chris…I…yeah…ya got the message."
He grinned and hopped down into the pit. Everyone else raised his or her eyebrows as he walked up to me and crouched down. We heard a voice that said, "Five minutes to places! That means YOU Malito!"
"Heh…well I better go. Meet you after crits, okay? Unless of course crits take incredibly long," Chris said. "In which case, I'll see you before school."
"Bye, Chris…make 'em laugh," I said, laughing.
Chris smiled, winked, and then walked off the stage.
We started the show, and as usual we mouthed the really funny lines of the show. We also lip synched to the songs, and played when we were supposed to. It was really funny until I started feeling lightheaded during the intermission.
"Guys…I'm starting to feel faint…" I said.
"Well, you don't play that much during the second act, take it easy," Krystal, or as we called her "Emu" said.
"All right…I just hope I don't faint during 'Faint'," I said, grinning. I was referring to a song we played during the second act.
We continued to play, and began with the "Entr'acte". I began to feel fainter and fainter, but I could sense I wasn't the only one. Everyone on stage began to look really tired, and soon enough, I was the first to go down. I plopped down on the ground, and the world went black.
~*~
I woke up in the middle of room, which I thought to be the Little Theatre dressing room. But when I squinted harder, I noticed it couldn't very well be anywhere in the school. It was too big and it had a bird inside a birdcage next to the mirror.
"Excuse me…where am I?" I asked one of the people rushing past me.
"You're in Montmartre, dear. You better get in your costume, you'll be late!" she said, flashing me a smile.
I walked past the mirror to see what was going on, and tried to refrain from screaming when I saw my reflection. I now had red hair, green eyes, and a very pale face that made me look like Nicole Kidman. The outfit I was wearing wasn't helping. I took my robe off to reveal that I had the Sparkling Diamonds outfit on. I was Satine!
"There you are, chickpea! We were starting to get worried! You need to get on that swing while I talk to the Duke!" a man with red hair that looked like Harry Zidler said.
I smiled nervously. I just hoped I wasn't the only one from school who was experiencing this.
A confused girl walked inside the room then, and she looked disoriented. "Excuse me…does anyone know where I can find Jay?"
"Jay…? We don't know a Jay…"
"This can't be…where AM I?" she asked.
"Are you talking about Jay Califrellson?" I asked.
The other girls looked at me like I had three heads, while the girl with black hair and wearing a sleek black dress standing by the door nodded. "Thank god someone here knows him! Help!"
I walked out with her and whispered. "Can I ask what your name is?"
"Why…it's Caryn…Caryn Dinfrahue…I play Cathy Seldon," she said. "But I most certainly don't look like her now!"
"Well, I don't look like myself either…so don't feel so bad," I said. "Chrissy Falkner…"
"Chrissy! Wow…your hair…and everything else!" Caryn said.
I grinned. "I know…frankly, I like it! Did you see 'Moulin Rouge?' Because I think we somehow ended up in it…"
"The movie? It's my absolute favorite! I like the music," Caryn said, grinning.
"Well, I'm guessing I'm supposed to be Satine by the looks of things, and you're Nini…" I said.
"Wow…Satine…lucky you…maybe you'll meet your Christian soon!" Caryn laughed.
I groaned. That was what I wanted to happen least right now. Not after what just happened with Chris! I mean…I just want to go back home before I somehow end up breaking Chris' heart. Even if Chris was in Christian's body like I'm in Satine's body…I'd still end up in a sticky situation with the Duke!
"Ten minutes to places!" I heard someone yell. "Get ready, Satine!"
I decided now would be a good time to get to my swing, before something terrible ended up happening. "Good luck, Caryn, I hope you can sort things out while I entice the audience…argh if Christian's there I will be SO happy!"
Caryn laughed and started to walk away. She turned around and smiled. "If you happen to find out that Frankie is in Montmartre somewhere…tell him I'm looking for him!"
"All right, I can do that," I said, smiling.
I walked over to my swing and sat down on it.
~*~
Meanwhile, at Christian's garret.
"Is he going to be all right? I think we gave him too much absinthe!" a funny man said.
"He's waking up! Give him some air!" someone else said.
I looked them in the eyes and raised an eyebrow. "Where am I?"
"You're in Montmartre…come on, Christian, we have to hurry and get you into a tux before we lose our chance to show Satine our play!" a man with glasses said.
"Chwistian, come wit me, I will show woo to the dwessing woom!" a man dressed as a nun with a lisp said.
"I think you're mistaking me for someone else…my name is Chris…Christopher, not Christian!" I said, but when I passed by a mirror while I was being dragged into a dressing room, I noticed I was not wearing my Cosmo Brown outfit. This was not good…I remembered a girl…yeah Chrissy! And…and I was supposed to be doing Broadway Melody when I fainted! I needed to get out there and perform!
"I…I can't write the show!" I said, suddenly.
"And why not?" the man with a hat and beard asked.
"Well…I'm supposed to be performing in a play…and I'm late!" I argued.
"What play? There's no play being put on in Montmartre…not for a few miles, I suppose!" someone else answered.
"Who are you guys? I don't even know who you are…"
"I am Toulouse Latwec," Toulouse said. "This is Satie, the Doctor, and the Argentinean. We are the Bohemians!"
I stared blankly at them and said, "Is that supposed to mean anything to me?"
"Let us explain everything on our way to the Moulin Rouge!" Satie said. "But you better get dressed first, we need you to look like a famous English writer, if you are to get alone with Satine!"
I stared at them, shrugged and said. "What can I say? I love playing the role of a star. It fits me so well. Well, the role, not the tux," I said, while putting on the tuxedo.
"You know…I think we should tell you something before we leave…now that we know you are Chris from that last line…" Satie said. "I'm Frankie…"
I raised an eyebrow. "Sienar?" I asked.
"Yes, and this is the Kappieldo brothers and Hultler.
~*~
I let myself be lowered down on the swing and started singing. I let my eyes wander to search for the one man I was to hopefully be with tonight. "The French are glad to die…for love! They delight in fighting duels. But I prefer a man who leaves and gives expensive jewels!" I almost laughed while singing this, because in our musical, the star Don Lockwood is always in movies as a French aristocrat who duels and ends up with a simple lady of the court.
"A kiss on the hand may be quite continental but diamonds are a girls' best friend. A kiss may be grand but it won't pay the rental on your humble flat…or help you feed your…ah…pussycat! But rock-cut or pearl-shaped these rocks won't lose their shape, diamonds are a girls' best friend!"
We finished the song, without going into Material Girl, and instead added to the end a nice fast upbeat song that I knew solely from 'Singin' in the Rain.' I figured it might draw some attention to me from those who fainted and ended up here.
All I do is dream of you the whole night through
With the dawn, I still go on, dreamin' of you!
You're every thought, you're every thing
You're every song I ever sing
Summer, winter, autumn an' spring!
And were there more than twenty-four hours a day
They'd be spent in sweet content, dreamin' away!
When skies are gray, skies are blue
Morning, noon an' night time too
All I do the whole day through is dream of you!
When skies are gray, skies are blue
Morning, noon an' night time too
All I do the whole day through is dream of you!
During the whole ordeal, I tried to keep track of Christian and his whereabouts. When Caryn, me, and two other lovely ladies started dancing to the same choreography that we used in his show, it caught his attention. His eyes lit up and he grinned. I wondered who he thought I could be. I ended up changing into a very nice pink leotard with feathers, and ran over to Christian when I finished the song.
"I believe you were expecting me," I said, shaking the heart in his face. It was what I remembered Satine doing, so I figured why not try and keep some remnants of the movie in place?
~*~
I was hoping that the girl who I was staring at was someone who I knew, because that would make my work much easier. I was not bad at dancing, but when she danced, I couldn't think of anyone else…but then my mind raced and I thought back to earlier when I had talked to Chrissy under Matt's recommendation. Wouldn't it be perfect if she were the Satine who was dancing with me?
"I'm glad you have taken an interest in our little show," she said to me.
I grinned. "Yes, I'd be delighted to be involved."
Satine raised an eyebrow at this statement. "Really."
"Yes, Toulouse says we can do it alone," I said, not really realizing what I was saying and how it could be interpreted differently than what I hoped.
"Did he?" Satine asked, starting to get anxious.
"Yes…" I said dipping her down and pulling her back up. "A private poetry reading."
"Oooh…poetry! I love a little poetry after supper," she said, seductively, and continued to dance.
We danced the night away, but pretty soon it was time for her to go back and sing.
"Take off your hat!" she said.
~*~
I went back to my swing and grinned as I was being hoisted up far above the masses of upper class men all with similar fantasies.
"Diamonds! Diamonds! Square-cut or pear-shaped these rocks won't lose their shape. Diamonds! Are a girl's…best…" I took in an immense amount of air, and felt myself go light-headed again. I also felt my throat tighten, and I suddenly couldn't breathe. I closed my eyes and let myself fall back and land in someone's arms.
"Oh my!" was the last thing I heard while I was being carried into the dressing room once again.
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End: Chapter 1
Author: Sparkling Diamond Satine
Warning: Cheesy story that I decided to write during my school's production of 'Singin' in the Rain.' (And ooh it was raining during the performance…and they were singing…haha) There will probably be some inside jokes…only because I love our inside jokes to the play…they're so great!
Summary: What would you do if you found yourself in Montmartre…in someone else's body during the 19th century? Well, this is what my friend and I would do! It starts when I'm in pit orchestra and we're doing a run through of our play…and then the lights blackout, followed by a fainting spell. We awaken in the world of Montmartre, but when we look in the mirror, we don't look like ourselves! The crazy world of humor crossed with Moulin Rouge crossed with sappy love romances and way-too-unrealistic stuff ( enjoy! By the way, this is what I wish would happen during rehearsal, because I love the guy I put in…SO cute! Almost Ewan-cute ( hehe, I finally talked to him! Will sparks fly? I hope…
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that doesn't belong to me…'cuz you know that wouldn't make sense and I like to make sense most of the time. The song, "All I Do Is Dream Of You" belongs to Nacio Herb Brown, and Alfred Freed.
Note: I think I'll post my 'Top 15 Reasons You Know You've Been In Pit Orchestra Too Long' in chapter 2 ( 'cuz it's fun fun.
Note 2: Changed the names of my friends for security reasons, but everything else remains the same.
Note 3: I shift the POV from time to time. Any shifting point of view will be indicated with the following symbol: "~*~"
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Chapter 1~And…Blackout!!
Walking out into the so-called pit we have in our auditorium, I began to discover just how annoying our pit lights were when they wouldn't turn on.
"Guess I'm using your pit lights today, Sheryl," I said.
"Okay," she said, putting her clarinet together.
I started warming up my flute and smirked when I saw HIM walk on the stage. He was practicing his tap number, and I couldn't help but sneak a little peek at him. He was so great! I couldn't tell if he made any mistakes whatsoever, but even if I did, I wouldn't care!
He walked up to my part of the stage and sat down. He sounded out of breath, and he smiled at me. Oh my god he actually SMILED at me!!!
"Hey there, Chrissy," he said, grinning. "Yeah…I know we haven't talked…pretty much ever…but Matt was telling me how you wanted my screen name and all this crap I don't really remember. I guess the point was that you wanted to talk, so I figured, a few minutes before curtain couldn't hurt."
I made a mental note to kill Matt later; this was just too great a moment! "Chris…I…yeah…ya got the message."
He grinned and hopped down into the pit. Everyone else raised his or her eyebrows as he walked up to me and crouched down. We heard a voice that said, "Five minutes to places! That means YOU Malito!"
"Heh…well I better go. Meet you after crits, okay? Unless of course crits take incredibly long," Chris said. "In which case, I'll see you before school."
"Bye, Chris…make 'em laugh," I said, laughing.
Chris smiled, winked, and then walked off the stage.
We started the show, and as usual we mouthed the really funny lines of the show. We also lip synched to the songs, and played when we were supposed to. It was really funny until I started feeling lightheaded during the intermission.
"Guys…I'm starting to feel faint…" I said.
"Well, you don't play that much during the second act, take it easy," Krystal, or as we called her "Emu" said.
"All right…I just hope I don't faint during 'Faint'," I said, grinning. I was referring to a song we played during the second act.
We continued to play, and began with the "Entr'acte". I began to feel fainter and fainter, but I could sense I wasn't the only one. Everyone on stage began to look really tired, and soon enough, I was the first to go down. I plopped down on the ground, and the world went black.
~*~
I woke up in the middle of room, which I thought to be the Little Theatre dressing room. But when I squinted harder, I noticed it couldn't very well be anywhere in the school. It was too big and it had a bird inside a birdcage next to the mirror.
"Excuse me…where am I?" I asked one of the people rushing past me.
"You're in Montmartre, dear. You better get in your costume, you'll be late!" she said, flashing me a smile.
I walked past the mirror to see what was going on, and tried to refrain from screaming when I saw my reflection. I now had red hair, green eyes, and a very pale face that made me look like Nicole Kidman. The outfit I was wearing wasn't helping. I took my robe off to reveal that I had the Sparkling Diamonds outfit on. I was Satine!
"There you are, chickpea! We were starting to get worried! You need to get on that swing while I talk to the Duke!" a man with red hair that looked like Harry Zidler said.
I smiled nervously. I just hoped I wasn't the only one from school who was experiencing this.
A confused girl walked inside the room then, and she looked disoriented. "Excuse me…does anyone know where I can find Jay?"
"Jay…? We don't know a Jay…"
"This can't be…where AM I?" she asked.
"Are you talking about Jay Califrellson?" I asked.
The other girls looked at me like I had three heads, while the girl with black hair and wearing a sleek black dress standing by the door nodded. "Thank god someone here knows him! Help!"
I walked out with her and whispered. "Can I ask what your name is?"
"Why…it's Caryn…Caryn Dinfrahue…I play Cathy Seldon," she said. "But I most certainly don't look like her now!"
"Well, I don't look like myself either…so don't feel so bad," I said. "Chrissy Falkner…"
"Chrissy! Wow…your hair…and everything else!" Caryn said.
I grinned. "I know…frankly, I like it! Did you see 'Moulin Rouge?' Because I think we somehow ended up in it…"
"The movie? It's my absolute favorite! I like the music," Caryn said, grinning.
"Well, I'm guessing I'm supposed to be Satine by the looks of things, and you're Nini…" I said.
"Wow…Satine…lucky you…maybe you'll meet your Christian soon!" Caryn laughed.
I groaned. That was what I wanted to happen least right now. Not after what just happened with Chris! I mean…I just want to go back home before I somehow end up breaking Chris' heart. Even if Chris was in Christian's body like I'm in Satine's body…I'd still end up in a sticky situation with the Duke!
"Ten minutes to places!" I heard someone yell. "Get ready, Satine!"
I decided now would be a good time to get to my swing, before something terrible ended up happening. "Good luck, Caryn, I hope you can sort things out while I entice the audience…argh if Christian's there I will be SO happy!"
Caryn laughed and started to walk away. She turned around and smiled. "If you happen to find out that Frankie is in Montmartre somewhere…tell him I'm looking for him!"
"All right, I can do that," I said, smiling.
I walked over to my swing and sat down on it.
~*~
Meanwhile, at Christian's garret.
"Is he going to be all right? I think we gave him too much absinthe!" a funny man said.
"He's waking up! Give him some air!" someone else said.
I looked them in the eyes and raised an eyebrow. "Where am I?"
"You're in Montmartre…come on, Christian, we have to hurry and get you into a tux before we lose our chance to show Satine our play!" a man with glasses said.
"Chwistian, come wit me, I will show woo to the dwessing woom!" a man dressed as a nun with a lisp said.
"I think you're mistaking me for someone else…my name is Chris…Christopher, not Christian!" I said, but when I passed by a mirror while I was being dragged into a dressing room, I noticed I was not wearing my Cosmo Brown outfit. This was not good…I remembered a girl…yeah Chrissy! And…and I was supposed to be doing Broadway Melody when I fainted! I needed to get out there and perform!
"I…I can't write the show!" I said, suddenly.
"And why not?" the man with a hat and beard asked.
"Well…I'm supposed to be performing in a play…and I'm late!" I argued.
"What play? There's no play being put on in Montmartre…not for a few miles, I suppose!" someone else answered.
"Who are you guys? I don't even know who you are…"
"I am Toulouse Latwec," Toulouse said. "This is Satie, the Doctor, and the Argentinean. We are the Bohemians!"
I stared blankly at them and said, "Is that supposed to mean anything to me?"
"Let us explain everything on our way to the Moulin Rouge!" Satie said. "But you better get dressed first, we need you to look like a famous English writer, if you are to get alone with Satine!"
I stared at them, shrugged and said. "What can I say? I love playing the role of a star. It fits me so well. Well, the role, not the tux," I said, while putting on the tuxedo.
"You know…I think we should tell you something before we leave…now that we know you are Chris from that last line…" Satie said. "I'm Frankie…"
I raised an eyebrow. "Sienar?" I asked.
"Yes, and this is the Kappieldo brothers and Hultler.
~*~
I let myself be lowered down on the swing and started singing. I let my eyes wander to search for the one man I was to hopefully be with tonight. "The French are glad to die…for love! They delight in fighting duels. But I prefer a man who leaves and gives expensive jewels!" I almost laughed while singing this, because in our musical, the star Don Lockwood is always in movies as a French aristocrat who duels and ends up with a simple lady of the court.
"A kiss on the hand may be quite continental but diamonds are a girls' best friend. A kiss may be grand but it won't pay the rental on your humble flat…or help you feed your…ah…pussycat! But rock-cut or pearl-shaped these rocks won't lose their shape, diamonds are a girls' best friend!"
We finished the song, without going into Material Girl, and instead added to the end a nice fast upbeat song that I knew solely from 'Singin' in the Rain.' I figured it might draw some attention to me from those who fainted and ended up here.
All I do is dream of you the whole night through
With the dawn, I still go on, dreamin' of you!
You're every thought, you're every thing
You're every song I ever sing
Summer, winter, autumn an' spring!
And were there more than twenty-four hours a day
They'd be spent in sweet content, dreamin' away!
When skies are gray, skies are blue
Morning, noon an' night time too
All I do the whole day through is dream of you!
When skies are gray, skies are blue
Morning, noon an' night time too
All I do the whole day through is dream of you!
During the whole ordeal, I tried to keep track of Christian and his whereabouts. When Caryn, me, and two other lovely ladies started dancing to the same choreography that we used in his show, it caught his attention. His eyes lit up and he grinned. I wondered who he thought I could be. I ended up changing into a very nice pink leotard with feathers, and ran over to Christian when I finished the song.
"I believe you were expecting me," I said, shaking the heart in his face. It was what I remembered Satine doing, so I figured why not try and keep some remnants of the movie in place?
~*~
I was hoping that the girl who I was staring at was someone who I knew, because that would make my work much easier. I was not bad at dancing, but when she danced, I couldn't think of anyone else…but then my mind raced and I thought back to earlier when I had talked to Chrissy under Matt's recommendation. Wouldn't it be perfect if she were the Satine who was dancing with me?
"I'm glad you have taken an interest in our little show," she said to me.
I grinned. "Yes, I'd be delighted to be involved."
Satine raised an eyebrow at this statement. "Really."
"Yes, Toulouse says we can do it alone," I said, not really realizing what I was saying and how it could be interpreted differently than what I hoped.
"Did he?" Satine asked, starting to get anxious.
"Yes…" I said dipping her down and pulling her back up. "A private poetry reading."
"Oooh…poetry! I love a little poetry after supper," she said, seductively, and continued to dance.
We danced the night away, but pretty soon it was time for her to go back and sing.
"Take off your hat!" she said.
~*~
I went back to my swing and grinned as I was being hoisted up far above the masses of upper class men all with similar fantasies.
"Diamonds! Diamonds! Square-cut or pear-shaped these rocks won't lose their shape. Diamonds! Are a girl's…best…" I took in an immense amount of air, and felt myself go light-headed again. I also felt my throat tighten, and I suddenly couldn't breathe. I closed my eyes and let myself fall back and land in someone's arms.
"Oh my!" was the last thing I heard while I was being carried into the dressing room once again.
~*~
End: Chapter 1