Disclaimer: I (sadly) do not have any claim on the movie, the movie
characters, or anything of the sort. The genius that is Baz Lurhman owns it
all. Lucky him.
Author's Note: I was so inspired by Gedia Kacela's "These Are the Days" that I decided to make my own modern day MR school fanfic. I don't want anyone to get mad at me, but I want people to know that I was inspired by her story, and I promise not to copy it word-for-word. I'm just using the same idea. I hope that makes sense.
Now, on with the show!
The "Mill on the Hill" was always crowded on Friday nights, and friendships as well as romances were made and were ended on the dance floor, where the club owner stood.
"It's time for Lady's Choice!" he announced with his booming voice as the ladies in the club rushed for their dance partners. Christian sat in his booth, conversing with his friends. On the opposite side of the dance floor stood Vincent "Duke" Price, the richest guy at Christian's school. He was waiting for Satine to ask him to dance.
"Warner, can you see her?" he asked his friend who was standing right next to him. Warner, a man of little words but intimidating stature, shook his head. "Blasts. where could she be?" Duke asked himself out loud, and searched the crowd for the sparkling beauty.
The bar also happened to be on the side of the dance floor where Duke was, and Ray was in charge of getting the drinks. As he limped his way back to his table, he accidentally spilled the sodas on Duke, who spun around in anger.
"Watch where you're going, nerd!" he threatened while Ray apologized repeatedly. Duke muttered something under his breath, snapped his fingers, and he and Warner moved towards the men's room to clean up.
While carbonated beverages were showering Duke, Satine was making her way over to Christian's table. He spotted her and froze up.
"Thank you for the compliment earlier. Would you like to dance?" she asked, extending her hand. Christian nodded and they made their way to the floor. He didn't pay attention to the fast-paced club music, but focused it on Satine.
"I. I. I'm Christian." He stuttered as his face glowed red. Satine giggled, "I'm Satine. Are you new to the place? I've never seen you before." "Yes, actually. I just moved here. I go to your school." "Really? Well, you'll have to try out for the musical next week. We need all that we can get."
The two continued to talk about school and some of the teachers to look out for, and when the song had ended, Satine slipped a piece of paper into Christian's pocket and whispered in his ear, "If you have any more questions, don't hesitate to call."
The rest of the night seemed to run quickly by, and before he knew it, Christian was laying in his bed, staring at the slip of paper Satine had given him. He placed it on the nightstand and fell asleep, remembering the events of that night.
A few hours later, Christian awoke to someone violently shaking him. "Get your butt out of bed, Chris. Dad's really mad at you." A female voice yelled. Christian's eyes fluttered open to see his younger sister Elizabeth towering over his bed. "Get out of my room, Liz!" he shouted, pulling the pillow over his head.
Liz stormed out of the room and Christian could hear her yell to their father. Moments later, Christian felt as though someone taller than Liz was standing next to his bed. "Christian James, get up right now. You've got a lot of explaining to do, young man." A mature voice said in an angry tone.
With a sigh, Christian rolled out of bed, rubbed his eyes, and got ready for a lecture. But no, he didn't really listen to his father, for he had heard the speech more than once before. After the talking, he nodded his head in agreement and ushered his father and sister out of his room. After throwing on what he hoped were clean clothes, he stumbled downstairs and poured himself some milk.
While he drank, the phone rang, and his sister ran to pick it up. "Mom! How are you? That's really cool. Yeah, he's here." She said before handing the phone to her brother.
"Yeah?" Christian mumbled, still half-asleep. "This is your mother Christian. Did you stay out late again?" asked his mother. "A few friends and I checked out the local teen hangout." He responded. "I guess you made some friends at school then. Do you like school?" she questioned. "Uh-huh. It's great." Christian said sleepily. "I miss you, baby. John says hello." His mother stated. Christian mumbled something about missing her too, and they hung up their respective phones. John was his mother's new fiancé, and Christian wasn't a big fan of him. I mean, would you be a fan of the guy who broke up your parent's marriage?
Finishing his milk, Christian picked up the phone again and called Ray. After a few minutes on the phone, they decided to meet at his house, which was a few blocks away. Christian headed back upstairs to change into decent clothes for the weather, wrote a note to his father telling him where he'd be and what his cell phone number was, and walked out the door.
*To be continued.
Author's Note: I was so inspired by Gedia Kacela's "These Are the Days" that I decided to make my own modern day MR school fanfic. I don't want anyone to get mad at me, but I want people to know that I was inspired by her story, and I promise not to copy it word-for-word. I'm just using the same idea. I hope that makes sense.
Now, on with the show!
The "Mill on the Hill" was always crowded on Friday nights, and friendships as well as romances were made and were ended on the dance floor, where the club owner stood.
"It's time for Lady's Choice!" he announced with his booming voice as the ladies in the club rushed for their dance partners. Christian sat in his booth, conversing with his friends. On the opposite side of the dance floor stood Vincent "Duke" Price, the richest guy at Christian's school. He was waiting for Satine to ask him to dance.
"Warner, can you see her?" he asked his friend who was standing right next to him. Warner, a man of little words but intimidating stature, shook his head. "Blasts. where could she be?" Duke asked himself out loud, and searched the crowd for the sparkling beauty.
The bar also happened to be on the side of the dance floor where Duke was, and Ray was in charge of getting the drinks. As he limped his way back to his table, he accidentally spilled the sodas on Duke, who spun around in anger.
"Watch where you're going, nerd!" he threatened while Ray apologized repeatedly. Duke muttered something under his breath, snapped his fingers, and he and Warner moved towards the men's room to clean up.
While carbonated beverages were showering Duke, Satine was making her way over to Christian's table. He spotted her and froze up.
"Thank you for the compliment earlier. Would you like to dance?" she asked, extending her hand. Christian nodded and they made their way to the floor. He didn't pay attention to the fast-paced club music, but focused it on Satine.
"I. I. I'm Christian." He stuttered as his face glowed red. Satine giggled, "I'm Satine. Are you new to the place? I've never seen you before." "Yes, actually. I just moved here. I go to your school." "Really? Well, you'll have to try out for the musical next week. We need all that we can get."
The two continued to talk about school and some of the teachers to look out for, and when the song had ended, Satine slipped a piece of paper into Christian's pocket and whispered in his ear, "If you have any more questions, don't hesitate to call."
The rest of the night seemed to run quickly by, and before he knew it, Christian was laying in his bed, staring at the slip of paper Satine had given him. He placed it on the nightstand and fell asleep, remembering the events of that night.
A few hours later, Christian awoke to someone violently shaking him. "Get your butt out of bed, Chris. Dad's really mad at you." A female voice yelled. Christian's eyes fluttered open to see his younger sister Elizabeth towering over his bed. "Get out of my room, Liz!" he shouted, pulling the pillow over his head.
Liz stormed out of the room and Christian could hear her yell to their father. Moments later, Christian felt as though someone taller than Liz was standing next to his bed. "Christian James, get up right now. You've got a lot of explaining to do, young man." A mature voice said in an angry tone.
With a sigh, Christian rolled out of bed, rubbed his eyes, and got ready for a lecture. But no, he didn't really listen to his father, for he had heard the speech more than once before. After the talking, he nodded his head in agreement and ushered his father and sister out of his room. After throwing on what he hoped were clean clothes, he stumbled downstairs and poured himself some milk.
While he drank, the phone rang, and his sister ran to pick it up. "Mom! How are you? That's really cool. Yeah, he's here." She said before handing the phone to her brother.
"Yeah?" Christian mumbled, still half-asleep. "This is your mother Christian. Did you stay out late again?" asked his mother. "A few friends and I checked out the local teen hangout." He responded. "I guess you made some friends at school then. Do you like school?" she questioned. "Uh-huh. It's great." Christian said sleepily. "I miss you, baby. John says hello." His mother stated. Christian mumbled something about missing her too, and they hung up their respective phones. John was his mother's new fiancé, and Christian wasn't a big fan of him. I mean, would you be a fan of the guy who broke up your parent's marriage?
Finishing his milk, Christian picked up the phone again and called Ray. After a few minutes on the phone, they decided to meet at his house, which was a few blocks away. Christian headed back upstairs to change into decent clothes for the weather, wrote a note to his father telling him where he'd be and what his cell phone number was, and walked out the door.
*To be continued.