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 XXII: Young Hearts Run Free ~
By: Casidy
Satine and Christian were jolted from sleep at the same time, though in separate rooms. As the recollection of their houseguests' presence dawned on the pair simultaneously, their heads snapped to the bohemian's bed both finding their roommates' beds empty. Then a crash was heard from somewhere down stairs and both Satine and Christian jumped out of their beds. The two ran out of their rooms, dreading what they would find.
Almost bumping into each other in the hall, they quickly ran to the staircase to find Emily at the bottom. Then they noticed Toulouse charging toward them, his cane held out like a sword and wearing a little paper hat made of newspaper. Not noticing their presence he jumped onto the banister, his little feet straddling each side before sliding down the railing and to the ground at the bottom. The noise that woke Satine and Christian was the crash as the rider hit the ground at the bottom of the stairs.
"I'm next! I'm next!" Emily shouted, taking the little hat off Toulouse's head and dropping it on her own.
"Emily!" Christian exclaimed, "I would think you knew better! What is father going to say when he comes out here? And you know that he will with the noise you are making."
"Don't be such a spoil sport, Christian. Father left for work almost an hour ago!" She ran up the stairs to where her brother stood, "Now…I know you want to try this." Holding the hat out she tried to tempt him but he did not take it.
"Well I do!" Satine said grabbing the hat.
"Satine! I-" Christian stuttered.
"Oh, honestly Christian, learn to have a little fun." She laughed before lifting the skirt of her nightgown and daintily sitting on the railing.
Emily laughed as Satine attempted to ride the banister "sidesaddle" and with as much grace as possible. Falling to the bottom she immediately ran back up the stairs and to Christian. With a dazzling smile she took the hat off of her head and dropped it onto Christian's.
"Your turn, darling."
Christian's little boy smile lit up his face and he planted a kiss on Satine's cheek before taking his turn on the banister.
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After breakfast Emily scurried upstairs for her lessons and Toulouse, Chocolat, and The Doctor left to 'plan a night of sin like London's never seen'. Babydoll then dragged Satine out the door, barely letting her kiss Christian good-bye, to find bridesmaid's gowns for the wedding.
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That night everyone met up at the bar. Satine and Babydoll had been out all day looking for bridesmaids dresses, Toulouse, The Doctor, and Chocolat had been working hard to arrange Christian's bachelor party, and Emily had begun arranging Satine's party after she had finished her lessons. Christian, however, had been forced to be tour guide to The Argentinean and Satie as he showed them London.
That night, the bohemians had been able to meet Madeline and Alex when they came in for a drink. Joining the group they began to poke fun at Satine and Christian, but mostly Christian.
"Now Christian, are you sure you know what goes on between a husband and a wife?" The Doctor asked, skeptically.
Christian, turning a little pink, looked at Satine before answering, "I think I have an idea."
The Argentinean shook his head, "I think we need to help this boy!" Standing from his seat he began,
The parts of a flower are so constructed that very, very often the wind will cause pollination. If not, than a bee or any other nectar gathering creature can create the same situation. Yes anything that gets the pollen to the piston's right on the list. I'll try to make it crystal clear. A flower's insatiable passion turns its life into a circus of debauchery. Now you see just how the stamen gets its lusty dust on to the stigma. And why this frenzy chlorophyll's orgy is no enigma. We call this quest for satisfaction a what class?
He looked at everyone expectantly they shouted,
A photoperiodic reaction.
The Argentinean smiled,
Oh that's good. Oh, that's very good!
Toulouse looked up, clueless,
Hey, I'm lost where are we?
Emily rolled her eyes, laughing,
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Satie nodded,
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Then all the men, besides Christian and The Argentinean shouted,
Reproduction
The girls, except Satine joined in,
Reproduction
Babydoll giggled,
Put your pollen tube to work
The men said again,
Reproduction
And the girls echoed them,
Reproduction
Emily stood up on her chair, swaying her hips in a circle she said,
Make my stamen go berserk
Christian began coughing as he choked on his drink. While Satine patted him on the back the men sang,
Reproduction
Maddy joined Em and stood on her own chair,
I don't think they even know what a pistol is!
Alex jumped up beside her,
I've got your pistol right here
Maddy fanged shock as Toulouse looked at everyone from his seat, questionably,
Where does the pollen go?
The Argentinean continued his lesson and everyone sat back down in their seats,
In an abstract way the same thing applies to the reproduction organs of the more complex life forms but now we are dealing with sexual response. Are there any questions before we begin reading?
Satie stood from his seat and scurried over to the Argentinean. Pulling on his collar and pretending to whisper, he sang,
Is it possible the female member of some sex on a couch could like get this guy all hot and she never even knew it?
Alex walked up to Satie and leaned against him, crossing his arms,
When the warm blooded mammal in a tight little sweater starts pulls that stuff she's saying that she wants to do it.
Satie looked at him,
Yeah, but all they can do is say no, no, no, no, no
Alex nodded and walked away as all the men sang,
Reproduction
The girls shouted,
Reproduction, baby, give it to me now!
The boys cheered,
Reproduction
The girls crossed their arms, defensively.
Reproduction, is that all you think about?
The boys cheered again;
Reproduction
The girls stood up with their hands on their hips,
Come on baby, show me that you really love me so.
The Argentinean hunched over,
Oh, I think I'm gunna throw up.
Toulouse wanted to know,
Were does the pollen go?
The Argentinean, having quickly recovered, continued,
The human is the only being capable of consciously controlling its number of offspring. Are there any comments on this?
Babydoll sauntered up to The Argentinean and a bit embarrassed asked
Is it true that guys like you, ya know mature and all carry some protection with them -
She suddenly belted out, for the entire bar to hear,
for sexual occasions?
Satie asked Babydoll from his seat,
What's the big deal? Can't a girl just do that thing in a book where she adds up the days of her - oh what do you call it? Mental Stration?
Em rolled her eyes,
Oh yeah that's really neat.
Maddy put her hands on her hips,
Yeah, And what'll the guy say if the number's don't add up right? Huh?
Then each girl shouted,
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
The men just shrugged their shoulders,
Reproduction
And the girls blew their comments off,
Reproduction
Em stood from her chair with a balloon under her dress, leaning back with her hand supporting her back she sang,
Hope he's proud of that he's done,
The boys all stood from their seats and backed away, still singing,
Reproduction
Em pulled the balloon out of her dress,
Reproduction
Alex pointed to Satie,
He was only poking fun!
The boys continued,
Reproduction
The Argentinean held out his hands,
See what happens when a boy and girl don't know how to play it safe!
The men sang, one last time,
Reproduction
The girls finished,
Reproduction
Just as Toulouse opened his mouth, Chocolat covered it with his hand and sang, in his ever deep voice,
Where does the pollen go?
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* The song "Reproduction" is from the movie "Grease 2"