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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
§=Þ
*~*
"Quoi Qu'il Arrive"
~ Part XI: Goodnight and Thank You ~
By Casidy
The two rode in the carriage for only a few minuets before it came to a halt. Emily swung open the door and jumped from the carriage, plating her feet firmly on ground. Satine stepped out of the carriage behind her and took in the sight around her.
In front of the two towered a whitewash townhouse. Navy blue shutters hung by each of the many windows and flower boxes hung below them. Everything looked spotless and bright. Emily picked up her skirts slightly and walked up the brick steps to the front door. Satine followed her continuing to look around her curiously.
"Em, where are we?" Satine asked.
"My brother Philip's house. We're here to call on Madeline." She answered just before the heavy, black iron door swung open. In the doorway stood a middle-aged man, presumably the butler.
"Miss Emily, welcome. Please come in." The butler said snobbishly. "I'll inform Mrs. Madeline that you are here."
"Thank you. We'll wait in the parlor." Emily raised her chin while talking and walked, without hesitation across the hall. Satine followed her into the parlor and Emily closed the door behind them. "I hate that guy. Philip personally hires everyone that works for him so the house is always filled with mean spirits and plenty of servants watching Maddy's every move."
Satine sat in a comfortable looking, over stuffed chair just as the door opened. Satine held her breath as she waited to see the woman Christian, Emily and all of their friends seemed to be so fond of.
Madeline was a bit shorter than Satine but not much, she had curly, deep red hair that was pulled off her back with a ribbon. Her features were rounded and her curls were slightly frizzed, drawing the light to them and framing her face with a gentle glow. She smiled broadly and ran long, slim fingers over the skirt of her light blue dress.
She raised an eyebrow and smirked before saying, "Emily Victoria! I am appalled by your behavior! Not only do you show up unannounced but when you should be taking your lessons! Why, I might just have to go to your father and tell him of your horrid behavior! What would he say?" She sounded a great deal like Mrs. Wilesly and it was not until she continued that Satine realized her words were in jest. In Madeline's best impersonation of Emily's father she said, "Did I raise my daughter to go around knocking on doors during a lady's napping hour, unannounced no less? Why you're acting like one of those-those *bohemians*!" Satine giggled along with Emily and Madeline sank into a chair across from Satine and kicked her shoes off before pulling her feet up under her dress.
"Satine, I'd like you to meet Madiline, my sister-in-law. Maddy, I'd like you to meet my soon to be sister-in-law, Satine."
Madeline sat up a bit straighter and glanced at Emily as she sat her self on the sofa between the two chairs. "You don't mean-Christian's home?" She asked exidedly. Emily nodded, a bright smile lighting her face. "I don't believe it! Our bohemian poet returns after only a few months! And here I thought I might never see him again." She turned to Satine, "It's really wonderful to meet you, Satine. I know you're a special one if Christian's fallen in love with you. I've never meet anyone else that could fulfill his expectations of true love. The two of you must have something very special." Sating smiled not knowing exactly what to say.
"Maddy, Christian is taking Satine and I to the bar tonight. Is there anyway you can come?" Emily asked.
Madeline's eyes light up with excitement and she jumped up from her chair. "I wouldn't miss it for the world! I haven't been able to go for ages! She lowered her voice but it kept its excited tone. "Philip's had his manservant stalking me! I only today earned enough of Philip's trust that he took the beast back with him to the bank. I'm not going to miss this opportunity for the world!"
*~*
Satine walked out the black iron door and was about to step into the waiting carriage when Emily stopped her. "We wont be needing the carriage, I think Miss Satine and I would like to enjoy the fresh air a little and walk home." Emily called to the driver.
Satine had to hurry to catch up to Emily who was already halfway past the next house. "Em, it's freezing out! Why are we walking?"
"Because if we don't walk then the driver, most certainly, will tell father where we have been." She answered, as if it was obvious.
"But we haven't been anywhere inappropriate. Have we?" Satine asked.
"Not yet."
*~*
Satine recognized the area Emily was leading her into. They were in the crowded ghettos of London and Satine knew most certainly where they were headed. She was not disappointed when Emily opened the door to the bar. The bar was deserted, its patrons no doubt asleep waiting for the evening when they would rule the night once again.
Emily walked up to the bar where a short man with a scraggly white beard and white puffs of hair atop his head, smiled at her. "Emmy, what can I do for ya' love? I've been expecting to see you in here sometime since your brother was in here the other day."
"I'm going to be here tonight and was wondering if I could have a few minuets?" She asked.
"Of course! "Take as many as you like. I'd be happy to see you stay up there all night." The man said kindly.
"Well, I don't know if I can do that but I'll definitely be here tonight."
*~*
The moment Christian walked through the door that evening he was greeted by Satine and Emily hurrying him out again. Both were eager to get to the bar. The three walked down the deserted upper-class London streets for a few minuets before Christian hailed a carriage and shuffled the two inside.
When they arrived at the bar the nightly festivities were already in full swing. They pushed their way through the crowds and seated them selves at a table next to their friends. Clark and Clair were already showing off their talents on the dance floor and Alex sat nervously, on the edge of his seat. Greeting went around the table and the three newcomers were introduced to Noah's flavor of the week, Simony. Emily quickly excused herself claiming she wanted to go find someone to dance with.
Satine felt at home here with Christian's friends they were so much like everyone she had left behind in France.
"I hope it doesn't take all night to fill me in on all of the groundbreaking discussions I've missed." A voice said from behind Satine.
All conversation stopped. Alex jumped up from his seat and walked over to Maddy with a huge smile spread across his face. She laughed happily and jumped into his arms. The English bohos each hugged the young girl excitedly. When Christian stood in front of her she couldn't help but brake into giddy laughter.
Everyone had just sat down for a long discussion when the band stuck up and everyone turned to the stage. From behind the makeshift curtain stepped out Emily ready to express her feelings to everyone in the bar.
Take this pink ribbon off my eyes
I'm exposed
And it's no big surprise
Don't you think I know
Exactly where I stand
This world is forcing me
To hold your hand
'Cause I'm just a girl, little ol' me
Don't let me out of your sight
I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite
So don't let me have any rights
Oh... I've had it up to here!
The moment that I step outside
So many reasons
For me to run and hide
I can't do the little things
I hold so dear
'Cause it's all those little things
That I fear
'Cause I'm just a girl,
I'd rather not be
'Cause they won't let me out
Late at night
I'm just a girl,
Guess I'm some kind of freak
'Cause they all sit and stare
With their eyes
I'm just a girl,
Take a good look at me
Just your typical prototype
Oh... I've had it up to here!
Oh... am I making myself clear?
I'm just a girl
I'm just a girl in the world...
That's all that you'll let me be!
I'm just a girl, living in captivity
Your rule of thumb
Makes me worry some
I'm just a girl, what's my destiny?
What I've succumbed to
Is making me numb
I'm just a girl, my apologies
What I've become is so burdensome
I'm just a girl, lucky me
Twiddle-dum there's no comparison
Oh... I've had it up to!
Oh... I've had it up to!
Oh... I've had it up to here
Applause rang out and Emily took a bow, exaggerating every move. Hopping off the stage she walked over to where her friends still stood, clapping wildly.
"I guess I don't have to ask what you thought."
*~*
* "Just a Girl" is performed by No Doubt and "dive late at night" was changed to "out late at night" due to the time period of the story.
*A Bohemian Storm Is Brewing*
Truth * Beauty * Freedom * Love
~Casidy
§=Þ
*~*
"Quoi Qu'il Arrive"
~ Part XI: Goodnight and Thank You ~
By Casidy
The two rode in the carriage for only a few minuets before it came to a halt. Emily swung open the door and jumped from the carriage, plating her feet firmly on ground. Satine stepped out of the carriage behind her and took in the sight around her.
In front of the two towered a whitewash townhouse. Navy blue shutters hung by each of the many windows and flower boxes hung below them. Everything looked spotless and bright. Emily picked up her skirts slightly and walked up the brick steps to the front door. Satine followed her continuing to look around her curiously.
"Em, where are we?" Satine asked.
"My brother Philip's house. We're here to call on Madeline." She answered just before the heavy, black iron door swung open. In the doorway stood a middle-aged man, presumably the butler.
"Miss Emily, welcome. Please come in." The butler said snobbishly. "I'll inform Mrs. Madeline that you are here."
"Thank you. We'll wait in the parlor." Emily raised her chin while talking and walked, without hesitation across the hall. Satine followed her into the parlor and Emily closed the door behind them. "I hate that guy. Philip personally hires everyone that works for him so the house is always filled with mean spirits and plenty of servants watching Maddy's every move."
Satine sat in a comfortable looking, over stuffed chair just as the door opened. Satine held her breath as she waited to see the woman Christian, Emily and all of their friends seemed to be so fond of.
Madeline was a bit shorter than Satine but not much, she had curly, deep red hair that was pulled off her back with a ribbon. Her features were rounded and her curls were slightly frizzed, drawing the light to them and framing her face with a gentle glow. She smiled broadly and ran long, slim fingers over the skirt of her light blue dress.
She raised an eyebrow and smirked before saying, "Emily Victoria! I am appalled by your behavior! Not only do you show up unannounced but when you should be taking your lessons! Why, I might just have to go to your father and tell him of your horrid behavior! What would he say?" She sounded a great deal like Mrs. Wilesly and it was not until she continued that Satine realized her words were in jest. In Madeline's best impersonation of Emily's father she said, "Did I raise my daughter to go around knocking on doors during a lady's napping hour, unannounced no less? Why you're acting like one of those-those *bohemians*!" Satine giggled along with Emily and Madeline sank into a chair across from Satine and kicked her shoes off before pulling her feet up under her dress.
"Satine, I'd like you to meet Madiline, my sister-in-law. Maddy, I'd like you to meet my soon to be sister-in-law, Satine."
Madeline sat up a bit straighter and glanced at Emily as she sat her self on the sofa between the two chairs. "You don't mean-Christian's home?" She asked exidedly. Emily nodded, a bright smile lighting her face. "I don't believe it! Our bohemian poet returns after only a few months! And here I thought I might never see him again." She turned to Satine, "It's really wonderful to meet you, Satine. I know you're a special one if Christian's fallen in love with you. I've never meet anyone else that could fulfill his expectations of true love. The two of you must have something very special." Sating smiled not knowing exactly what to say.
"Maddy, Christian is taking Satine and I to the bar tonight. Is there anyway you can come?" Emily asked.
Madeline's eyes light up with excitement and she jumped up from her chair. "I wouldn't miss it for the world! I haven't been able to go for ages! She lowered her voice but it kept its excited tone. "Philip's had his manservant stalking me! I only today earned enough of Philip's trust that he took the beast back with him to the bank. I'm not going to miss this opportunity for the world!"
*~*
Satine walked out the black iron door and was about to step into the waiting carriage when Emily stopped her. "We wont be needing the carriage, I think Miss Satine and I would like to enjoy the fresh air a little and walk home." Emily called to the driver.
Satine had to hurry to catch up to Emily who was already halfway past the next house. "Em, it's freezing out! Why are we walking?"
"Because if we don't walk then the driver, most certainly, will tell father where we have been." She answered, as if it was obvious.
"But we haven't been anywhere inappropriate. Have we?" Satine asked.
"Not yet."
*~*
Satine recognized the area Emily was leading her into. They were in the crowded ghettos of London and Satine knew most certainly where they were headed. She was not disappointed when Emily opened the door to the bar. The bar was deserted, its patrons no doubt asleep waiting for the evening when they would rule the night once again.
Emily walked up to the bar where a short man with a scraggly white beard and white puffs of hair atop his head, smiled at her. "Emmy, what can I do for ya' love? I've been expecting to see you in here sometime since your brother was in here the other day."
"I'm going to be here tonight and was wondering if I could have a few minuets?" She asked.
"Of course! "Take as many as you like. I'd be happy to see you stay up there all night." The man said kindly.
"Well, I don't know if I can do that but I'll definitely be here tonight."
*~*
The moment Christian walked through the door that evening he was greeted by Satine and Emily hurrying him out again. Both were eager to get to the bar. The three walked down the deserted upper-class London streets for a few minuets before Christian hailed a carriage and shuffled the two inside.
When they arrived at the bar the nightly festivities were already in full swing. They pushed their way through the crowds and seated them selves at a table next to their friends. Clark and Clair were already showing off their talents on the dance floor and Alex sat nervously, on the edge of his seat. Greeting went around the table and the three newcomers were introduced to Noah's flavor of the week, Simony. Emily quickly excused herself claiming she wanted to go find someone to dance with.
Satine felt at home here with Christian's friends they were so much like everyone she had left behind in France.
"I hope it doesn't take all night to fill me in on all of the groundbreaking discussions I've missed." A voice said from behind Satine.
All conversation stopped. Alex jumped up from his seat and walked over to Maddy with a huge smile spread across his face. She laughed happily and jumped into his arms. The English bohos each hugged the young girl excitedly. When Christian stood in front of her she couldn't help but brake into giddy laughter.
Everyone had just sat down for a long discussion when the band stuck up and everyone turned to the stage. From behind the makeshift curtain stepped out Emily ready to express her feelings to everyone in the bar.
Take this pink ribbon off my eyes
I'm exposed
And it's no big surprise
Don't you think I know
Exactly where I stand
This world is forcing me
To hold your hand
'Cause I'm just a girl, little ol' me
Don't let me out of your sight
I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite
So don't let me have any rights
Oh... I've had it up to here!
The moment that I step outside
So many reasons
For me to run and hide
I can't do the little things
I hold so dear
'Cause it's all those little things
That I fear
'Cause I'm just a girl,
I'd rather not be
'Cause they won't let me out
Late at night
I'm just a girl,
Guess I'm some kind of freak
'Cause they all sit and stare
With their eyes
I'm just a girl,
Take a good look at me
Just your typical prototype
Oh... I've had it up to here!
Oh... am I making myself clear?
I'm just a girl
I'm just a girl in the world...
That's all that you'll let me be!
I'm just a girl, living in captivity
Your rule of thumb
Makes me worry some
I'm just a girl, what's my destiny?
What I've succumbed to
Is making me numb
I'm just a girl, my apologies
What I've become is so burdensome
I'm just a girl, lucky me
Twiddle-dum there's no comparison
Oh... I've had it up to!
Oh... I've had it up to!
Oh... I've had it up to here
Applause rang out and Emily took a bow, exaggerating every move. Hopping off the stage she walked over to where her friends still stood, clapping wildly.
"I guess I don't have to ask what you thought."
*~*
* "Just a Girl" is performed by No Doubt and "dive late at night" was changed to "out late at night" due to the time period of the story.