Disclaimer - I, do not own the rights to the "Sparkling Diamond[s]" of a
movie, "Moulin Rouge" (If I did I would be a genius going by the name of
Baz Luhrmann). I am simply one of the "Children of the Revolution"
(Although one of "Elephant [Melody]" proportions) that writes fanfiction
"Because We Can". "Come What May", but please do not sue me or I will be a
"Sad Hindi Diamond". May this be "Your Song" and may you say "Some Day I'll
Fly Away"! (I do not own the songs used in this story or in the titles of
the chapters either.)
*A Bohemian Storm Is Brewing*
Truth * Beauty * Freedom * Love
~Casidy
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"Quoi Qu'il Arrive"
~ Part VIII: Music of the Night ~
By Casidy
Even before Satine and Christian had walked into the brownstone mansion they both heard the beautiful music coming from the house. Satine looked up at Christian in question only to find a huge grin spread across his face.
He noticed her stare "That's Em, isn't she wonderful?" he said with obvious pride in his voice.
Satine nodded, she was very talented, although you could never expect less from anyone related to Christian. The two left their packages in the foyer for one of the servants to take care of, then went in search of the music.
Inside the library Emily stood playing a fast paced tune. The smile on her face was one of excitement and pure happiness. Across the room an old woman sat with her back rigidly straight. Not a graying hair was out of the tight bun atop her head. The head itself sat atop a surprisingly small body. Only the detailed stitching on her clothing gave hint of their high cost, they were so plain that from a distance one could easily mistake them for the simple cloths of a peasant.
Emily finished her piece and before Christian or Satine could clap to congratulate her on the flawless performance Mrs. Wilesly stood up in a huff.
"Honestly, Emily! If I were you I would not have played such a difficult piece. Obviously you're just not up to the challenge." She said with snobbish superiority.
The young girl's eyes narrowed considerably and her head tilted, lowering to the old woman's height. Mrs. Wilesly apparently did not notice the venom in the girl's stare or she would have stopped dead in her tracks. As it was she continued with her tirade.
"A lady does not try to show off but rather gracefully admits when something is above her talents, as this piece obviously is."
Emily's eyes were still glaring at the old woman and she had yet to take them away. Raising one eyebrow and gritting her teeth Emily said, "I did not realize you were such an expert on music, Mrs. Wilesly."
"Oh, I don't know a thing, really!" the woman laughed gaily, "I simply know what I like and what sounds like…well, like your flute playing."
Christian noticed that his sister's temper would not be contained anymore and just as she began to open her mouth to tell the old hag just where she could stick her uneducated opinions he stepped into the room.
"Mrs. Wilesly! How wonderful it is to see you again!"
The old woman turned on her heel and tried to hide a glare, as if angry at him for stopping her tirade on his sister. "Christian, your father said you had returned home." She stated with a greasy tone to her voice.
"Yes, Mrs. Wilesly, as you can see you were informed correctly."
The woman nodded and set her disapproving gaze on Satine. She looked from the fiery head of curls to her perfect waist and beautifully tailored gown without a hint of wrinkle to it. The woman seemed greatly impressed and honestly approving. Moving her gaze once again to Christian she asked "Aren't you going to introduce us?"
"Oh, how rude of me. Mrs. Wilesly, I'd like you to meet my fiancée, Satine." He turned so only Satine could see his face. "Satine darling," he began making ridiculous facial expressions as he continued to introduce the old hag with a calm voice, "this is Mrs. Wilesly."
Satine held her giggles and stepped up to the woman. "Charmed, I'm sure."
The woman nodded happily, "I'm pleased to see Christian found a respectable woman. We were all so worried with his going off to France." She shook her head in disgust. "I shudder to think what sort of trouble he could have gotten himself into over in such a country!"
Christian's father then entered with a butler close behind. "Oh, Christian, Satine, your back. Good." Walking across the room he allowed the butler to set down a silver tray and accepted a glass of wine as it was poured, handing one to each person in the library. "The cook has just informed me that dinner should be ready shortly."
Everyone nodded and held polite conversation until Sarah entered reporting that dinner was to be served. Everyone quickly filed out of the room and Christian took Satine's arm leading her out the door after everyone.
"So, what are your impressions of Mrs. Wilesly?" Christian whispered.
"She's a fraud. Did you see how she completely changed attitudes after your father came into the room? She's trying to land him. You can't let him marry her. I don't want to think about Em with an evil-step mother."
He nodded, "Em was telling me last night that she's trying to convince my father to send her to Switzerland for boarding school. Don't worry darling. We'll think of someway to make her show her real colors."
Satine smiled, "What is she, two, maybe three inches taller than Toulouse? I think they'd make a nice couple, don't you Christian?"
"What in the world makes you think that old, uptight hag has anything in common with Toulouse Lautrec?"
"Oh, just give her a bottle or two of Absinth and she'll be fine." Satine laughed.
*A Bohemian Storm Is Brewing*
Truth * Beauty * Freedom * Love
~Casidy
§=Þ
*~*
"Quoi Qu'il Arrive"
~ Part VIII: Music of the Night ~
By Casidy
Even before Satine and Christian had walked into the brownstone mansion they both heard the beautiful music coming from the house. Satine looked up at Christian in question only to find a huge grin spread across his face.
He noticed her stare "That's Em, isn't she wonderful?" he said with obvious pride in his voice.
Satine nodded, she was very talented, although you could never expect less from anyone related to Christian. The two left their packages in the foyer for one of the servants to take care of, then went in search of the music.
Inside the library Emily stood playing a fast paced tune. The smile on her face was one of excitement and pure happiness. Across the room an old woman sat with her back rigidly straight. Not a graying hair was out of the tight bun atop her head. The head itself sat atop a surprisingly small body. Only the detailed stitching on her clothing gave hint of their high cost, they were so plain that from a distance one could easily mistake them for the simple cloths of a peasant.
Emily finished her piece and before Christian or Satine could clap to congratulate her on the flawless performance Mrs. Wilesly stood up in a huff.
"Honestly, Emily! If I were you I would not have played such a difficult piece. Obviously you're just not up to the challenge." She said with snobbish superiority.
The young girl's eyes narrowed considerably and her head tilted, lowering to the old woman's height. Mrs. Wilesly apparently did not notice the venom in the girl's stare or she would have stopped dead in her tracks. As it was she continued with her tirade.
"A lady does not try to show off but rather gracefully admits when something is above her talents, as this piece obviously is."
Emily's eyes were still glaring at the old woman and she had yet to take them away. Raising one eyebrow and gritting her teeth Emily said, "I did not realize you were such an expert on music, Mrs. Wilesly."
"Oh, I don't know a thing, really!" the woman laughed gaily, "I simply know what I like and what sounds like…well, like your flute playing."
Christian noticed that his sister's temper would not be contained anymore and just as she began to open her mouth to tell the old hag just where she could stick her uneducated opinions he stepped into the room.
"Mrs. Wilesly! How wonderful it is to see you again!"
The old woman turned on her heel and tried to hide a glare, as if angry at him for stopping her tirade on his sister. "Christian, your father said you had returned home." She stated with a greasy tone to her voice.
"Yes, Mrs. Wilesly, as you can see you were informed correctly."
The woman nodded and set her disapproving gaze on Satine. She looked from the fiery head of curls to her perfect waist and beautifully tailored gown without a hint of wrinkle to it. The woman seemed greatly impressed and honestly approving. Moving her gaze once again to Christian she asked "Aren't you going to introduce us?"
"Oh, how rude of me. Mrs. Wilesly, I'd like you to meet my fiancée, Satine." He turned so only Satine could see his face. "Satine darling," he began making ridiculous facial expressions as he continued to introduce the old hag with a calm voice, "this is Mrs. Wilesly."
Satine held her giggles and stepped up to the woman. "Charmed, I'm sure."
The woman nodded happily, "I'm pleased to see Christian found a respectable woman. We were all so worried with his going off to France." She shook her head in disgust. "I shudder to think what sort of trouble he could have gotten himself into over in such a country!"
Christian's father then entered with a butler close behind. "Oh, Christian, Satine, your back. Good." Walking across the room he allowed the butler to set down a silver tray and accepted a glass of wine as it was poured, handing one to each person in the library. "The cook has just informed me that dinner should be ready shortly."
Everyone nodded and held polite conversation until Sarah entered reporting that dinner was to be served. Everyone quickly filed out of the room and Christian took Satine's arm leading her out the door after everyone.
"So, what are your impressions of Mrs. Wilesly?" Christian whispered.
"She's a fraud. Did you see how she completely changed attitudes after your father came into the room? She's trying to land him. You can't let him marry her. I don't want to think about Em with an evil-step mother."
He nodded, "Em was telling me last night that she's trying to convince my father to send her to Switzerland for boarding school. Don't worry darling. We'll think of someway to make her show her real colors."
Satine smiled, "What is she, two, maybe three inches taller than Toulouse? I think they'd make a nice couple, don't you Christian?"
"What in the world makes you think that old, uptight hag has anything in common with Toulouse Lautrec?"
"Oh, just give her a bottle or two of Absinth and she'll be fine." Satine laughed.