Daddy's Little Girl
Disclaimer: No, I do not own the copyrights and stuff to this wonderful, beautiful, colorful movie. It's sad, but it's true…excuse me **goes and cries over it then comes back completely fine**
~~Begin Chapter~~
For three days they got ready on how everything would be then the actual official rehearsals started. On the fourth day Sadie and Satine (the young ones…) went to the theatre early.
"The door's locked!" Satine said pulling at the door. She checked her hand bag and pockets. "I don't have my key, do you?"
"No, I didn't think that by coming this early the door would be locked," Sadie said. "Let's knock on it and see if anyone answers."
"Right," Satine said. They pounded on the doors.
"Hello, is anyone in there?" Sadie shouted.
"We haven't got our keys, could someone open it up please?" Satine called. After a few minutes they finally saw a figure move down the stairs to the right. Still in the dim light it opened the doors.
"May I help you?" the man asked in a groggy, but sexy voice.
"Yes, we're actresses here at the theatre; we just came early to get a head start. Toulouse was supposed to have had the costumes done by today so we were going to check them out," Satine said.
"Alright, come in," he said.
"Can we turn a light on please? The dark is too gloomy for me right now," Sadie said. The man turned on the light. They looked at him and gasped…he was fucking hot! He had a bowl cut hair style. His hair was a reddish brown, he was semi-muscular and tall. He had green-blue eyes, and he wasn't wearing a shirt so seeing his chest and hard abs made the girls giggle like school girls! He had on black tattered pants and no shoes; his feet were just, well perfect.
"And who are you?" Satine asked. The man squinted his eyes from the brightness and couldn't see clearly enough. He stretched out his hand accidentally (remember he can't see clearly early morning grogginess!!) hit her bosom. She immediately backed up, "Excuse me! How dare you!"
"What?" then he got a better sense of sight and he gasped. "Oh, I'm so sorry, ma'am, I didn't mean to, I just couldn't see I meant to hold my hand for a handshake. I'm so sorry!" Then they noticed his voice, it wasn't in a Scottish accent, not Irish, English nor French, but American.
"Forgiven, but next time wait until I hold my hand out for you to shake," Satine said straightening her hat.
"Yes, ma'am. Anyway, my name's Ewan O'Connell, I'm a student of Toulouse's. He's my paint teacher," Ewan explained.
"Hello Mr. O'Connell, I'm Satine Sadie Latter," Satine said shaking his hand.
"And I'm Sadie Satine Adams," Sadie said shaking his hand. But then he took her hand and kissed it.
"Pleasure to make your acquaintance," he said looking up into her own green-blue eyes.
"Pleasure's all mine," Sadie said quietly in response. Satine grinned a little; she saw what was going on. Then, just to break the strangely comfortable, yet somehow uncomfortable silence and to keep in time of their schedule that morning, Satine pulled Sadie.
"Come on, Sades, we have a lot of work to be getting along with," Satine said. Sadie snapped back into reality.
"Huh? Oh yes, work, right-uh what were we going to do?" She asked. Satine laughed, oh yeah, she had it bad already!
"The costumes and rehearsal!" Satine reminded her.
"Oh yes, of course, well, it was nice meeting you, Mr. O'Connell," Sadie said.
"Please just call me Ewan," he said standing up straight.
"Ewan," Sadie said dreamily. "Nice to meet you, Ewan."
"It was nice to meet you too, Mr. Adams," Ewan said.
"Call me Sadie, or Sades for short," Sadie said. Ewan just nodded, an idiotic grin plastered on his face. (For love of Ra, I almost used the word "wacky" **shudders**)
When they were from Ewan's hearing distance Satine said to the dazed Sadie, "Sadie, you've already given him permission to call you by your nick name? My, my, you are bitten badly!"
"What, a bug bite, where? I don't recall a nip," she said inspecting her arms. Satine put her arms down.
"Yes, a bug bite, but this bug doesn't bite your skin but your heart. Yes, I see the Love Bug has been with you just those moments ago!" Satine said.
"Love bug? I've never heard of such a thing!"
"Oh, yes, the Love Bug, the bug that goes into young people's hearts and bite them, making them fall in love, used only when Cupid's little arrow doesn't have an affect."
"Ah, you mean with Ewan? No, I was just taken back by his looks, quite a handsome fellow. But it wasn't love at first sight, I don't believe in such a thing!" Sadie said.
"Then how can you claim to be a Bohemian?" Satine asked.
"I do believe in love, just not love at first sight," Sadie responded. "I believe in love above all things, but not at first sight. I believe that you have to really know someone before you actually truly show an immense or hint of love for them."
"Well, you showed a hint of love back there, Sades. You may want to deny it, but you know in your heart is true."
"No, I refuse to discuss this any further."
"But you-"
"No, I refuse."
"You're scared!"
"I'm not scared!"
"Fine, whatever," Satine said not actually giving up but just letting Sades win this battle, she walked on, "Let's go see Toulouse now."
~~
"Yes these will look fabulous you two!" Toulouse said breaking out his newest costume he made. It was to the specifics of the designs. Sadie's was a shirt, long and black with silver hems. Her pants were dark grey tucked into black boots with silver soles. Satine's was a crimson shirt with a dark brown vest over it. The pants were a dark tan tucked into brown boots.
Sadie and Satine showed it off and looked at it in the mirror. They patted Toulouse on the back.
"Oh, God, Toulouse you are the god of costumes!" Satine said. "I love it! You've outdone yourself on making these! My mum makes pretty tough costume designs, so far you are the only maker that could actually make the drawings and designs and turn into the exact thing in real life!"
"Toulouse, I must say, this is the best! Great job, Toulouse," Sadie said. "I love these boots! How did you ever get them?"
"I just pulled a few strings," Toulouse said. "I know a boot maker up here, he supplied the black boots. I just painted the soles silver, so we'll have to repaint it every so often to keep it from wearing down in color."
Satine looked at the clock and then pulled at Sadie's shirt sleeve, "Oh dear, come on Sades, it's almost rehearsal time! We've spent the last hour in here just fawning over the costumes!"
"Oh, right let's go!" Sadie said then she and Satine went out. Along the hallway Sadie bumped into someone and fell back on her butt. She stood up, straightening out her costume and fixing her hair, not even looking up she said, "I'm so sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going, I just in a hurry and-"
"It's alright, I wasn't really watching where I was going either," came a familiar American accent. Sadie's lips pursed a little and her eyes widened. She didn't expect it to be him! Quickly put on a normal look and looked up. Ewan was staring at her with a dazed look in his eyes.
"I guess we're both to blame," Sadie said.
"Well I forgive you," Ewan said, "though it's not like there was anything to blame on you anyway…"
"yeah…" Finally Satine cut in.
"A-hem," Satine cleared her throat. "Sades, I believe it's time for rehearsal!"
"What? Oh yes, of course, well I better get going, Mr. O'Connell, I have a lot of work to do today," she said.
"I've said that you could just call me Ewan, Ms. Adams," Ewan said.
"And I've said that you could just call me, Sades," Sadie said. "So I guess we're even."
"Yes, I suppose we are."
"Does 'rehearsal' mean meander here with the cute American now? Let's go!" Satine said. Ewan blushed, and then Satine realized what she said. "I mean, meander here with an American…ah Sadie let's just go!" Satine grabbed Sadie and practically dragged her dazed form to the front stage.
"I'm cute," Ewan whispered, "I wonder if Sades thinks I'm cute…"
All from a nook a figure saw the whole thing and shook with anger. Compressing its anger it went out to the theatre.
"Hey, sister and Sades, what're you doing here so early?" Christian called out as he walked down the aisle with Jude.
"The same thing that you should've been here early for, trying out the new costumes that Toulouse has finished in record time," Satine said showing off the costume. Jude grinned as he walked over to her.
"It looks stunning on you, hon," Jude said taking Satine into his arms. Satine giggled as she kissed Jude.
"Thank you, and wait until you see what Toulouse has for you," Satine said.
"Well let's go see," Jude said pulling Satine backstage.
"Alright, you two, if you're going back there, actually go see what Toulouse has made an not stay in one of the rooms! I don't want to walk into one of the rooms and be traumatized again! God!"
"Right, sorry!" Satine said then she and Jude disappeared backstage.
From the front of the theatre Ewan watched Sadie sit down on the edge of the stage. Christian was meandering on the other end fooling around with the stage props.
"Look at this, Sades, the painting is brilliant. Toulouse really has outdone himself on this," Christian said inspecting a painted craft that looked out of this world. Sadie glanced over.
"I think Toulouse's student may have done that," she said as she sighed and leaned back on the wall. "Where the hell is everybody?"
Christian smirked, "Is that exactly the kind of language a lady should use?"
"Does it matter? I am merely asking a question in a bit of an aggressive voice."
"Yes, but you can lower on the aggression a bit, be a bit more reserve like a lady of your class should be."
"She can be aggressive if she wants to be. Who are you to say what she should and should not do?" Ewan called from the front door. He walked down the aisle, fists at his sides.
"Thank you, Ewan, at least someone agrees with me!" Sadie said.
"Who are you?" Christian asked him.
"I am Ewan O'Connell, student to Toulouse Monfa, I am a painter," Ewan said standing right in front of the stage looking right at Christian in a challenging way.
"Oh, so you're the student Toulouse was talking about," Christian said trying to lighten up the moment. He didn't like the hostile look he was receiving and wasn't willing to fight. He stretched out his hand, "Nice to meet you, I'm Christian Latter."
Ewan took his hand and they had a firm handshake, a mutual respect starting form, "Hello."
"Sorry to have seemed to be dictating how Sadie should act," Christian said. "Sorry Sades."
"Yeah sure," Sadie said her gaze on Ewan.
"Hey, sorry we're dead late," Satine Adams said walking through the doors at the front, her husband, Christian Adams following her carrying a stack of scripts that had the ending added to them. The stacks were high and he wobbled a little bit trying to make sure not one fell. Ewan walked up hurriedly and took some from the top.
"Let me help with you that, sir," he said.
"Ah, thanks, and you are?" Christian asked.
"Ewan O'Connell, the student of Toulouse Monfa," he said attempting to stretch out his hand for Christian shake but only to bring it back to catch the scripts.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. O'Connell," Satine said.
"Y'all can just call me Ewan," he said. Everyone snickered at the word "y'all". "What?"
"I take it you're an American?" Satine said. Ewan nodded. "Okay."
"Is that so significant?" Ewan asked.
"Well, we're just not used to American terms," Satine said.
"At least I don't have an accent," he said.
"Yes, you do. You have the accent in this place," Sades said. Ewan and Christian set the scripts on the stage.
"Where's Sats and Jude?" Christian asked. Sades pointed backstage with her thumb.
"Back there getting Jude's costume. By the way, Chris, you should be getting your costume too, y'know," Sades pointed out.
"Oh right! I'll be right back!" Chris said hurrying backstage. Minutes later all three of them emerged from back stage.
"Look at their costumes, they're magnificent!" Sats said. Chris, playing Euan the Master, was dressed in a simple black cloak with silver hems and black boots. He had a simple white outfit similar to a Jedi Knight. Jude wore the same thing only instead of a black cloak he had a black vest, the symbol of a student in the Warrior Order of Zarbok.
"Those are nice costumes!" Sades said.
"Where's Toulouse?" Sadie Latter called from the entrance of the theatre along side her husband, Jude Latter.
"He's backstage, I'll go get him," Chris said. He went back stage and then brought out Toulouse. "Here he is, Mum."
"Toulouse Monfa! Look at what you did to my designs!" Sadie said in a strict voice. Toulouse flinched a little expecting major disappointment. Then in a more nice and happy tone Sadie said, "You've made them so much better! I love it, you are a genius!"
Sadie hugged Toulouse. Toulouse looked at Christian and Cephus for their approval.
"Toulouse, you've really outdone yourself this time! It's great!" Cephus said. Christian nodded in agreement.
"Yes Toulouse, you've definitely done well with this!" Christian said.
"Hey, Ceph, what's wrong?" Sades asked noticing the grim look on Ceph's face.
"Everyone, I have some rather unpleasant news," Ceph said. Everyone gathered round.
"I'm afraid I got a horrible letter yesterday afternoon," Cephus pulled out a letter and opened it and showed it to everyone. "It is from my mother in Europe, my father's on the brink of death, and I am their only child, I have to go over there and take care of the farm and stores. My mother is old and brittle and not healthy either."
"What?" Everyone gasped.
"That's not all friends," Cephus continued, "Due to my family's financial problems, I can't stay here to help direct the play and I've also received news that this theatre may be closed down. Unless Christian and Jude can keep it open, I don't have the money to help."
"But, Cephus, you can't leave us! Europe is still in some mess after WWI!!" Jude Latter said.
"I know canceling the play is quite hard to accept, but I'm afraid it's the bear truth. We will have to, I'm sorry friends."
"We don't care about the show!" Satine said. "We don't want you going to war! You might not come back, and oh god, it'd be horrible!"
Christian hugged his wife, "When do you leave?"
"I leave in two weeks," Cephus said. Everyone hugged him.
"We're going to miss you, Ceph," Sadie said.
"Yes, you've been a great friend to us for the past twenty two years," Jude Latter said.
"Thank you all, but I do have an idea to keep up our hopes!" Cephus said. "We can have our own private party! Or parties in this case! Yes, as you know it's Sades and Jude's birthday next week! Since I won't be here from Sats and Chris's, we'll have theirs then as well!"
Everyone nodded and agreed and grinned happily to look forward to something good next week.
"Excellent idea, Cephus, let's start the plans now! I definitely think that this party should be a blast, and it can triple over as a going away party for you, our friend and director, Cephus Patrick Johnson," Satine said. Everyone cheered then.
"Definitely!"
"Oh yes, we have to have a going away party for you!"
"You won't be forgotten in this party! You're the life of every party!"
"Thank you, thank you all my friends, I am going to miss you all!" Cephus said jokingly.
"What should be the theme?" Christian asked.
"I say a Moulin Rouge theme!" one of the stage hands suggested. "All those girls..hehehe.."
"No way! Not a Moulin Rouge theme, those corsets just kill you!" Satine said. "Though it would be fun to do 'Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend.'"
"Don't you think you're a little old for that?" Christian asked ever so stupidly. Satine's eyes widened and she gasped and the room fell silent. Christian realized what he said and turned to Satine with a 'Don't kill me' grin on his face. "Satine, I love you soooooooo much! I-I uh, I just m-meant that- uh, that well, uh, that you're just uh, shouldn't be doing that kind of interpretive dance, after all you are married, and, uh…hehe, Satine I love you soooo much!"
"You think I'm old?" She asked in a silent voice that just sent chills down everyone's spines.
"No, I just, I meant you know, you shouldn't do that dance and songs, you are married…"
"And where does the 'you're a little old for that' comment come into play here? Hmm? I am still in my late thirties; I can do that dance no problem. Shall I prove it to you?"
Christian grinned, "You can prove to me later, when we're in a private place or some place where everyone else can't find us."
"Oh shut it, you two…" Sadie said. "Not right now, please…"
Christian and Satine laughed as they embraced. Christian stood right behind Satine, his arms wrapped around her still thin waist and he kissed her neck as they and the others planned out what the party should be like.
"I think perhaps a Moulin Rouge theme would be better for a wedding or something, not a birthday party/going away party. Perhaps something a little formal but still wildly bohemian," Sades said.
"Yes, I can see, just like a jazzy type thing. Yes, we'll have music, lots of music!" Sats said. "Satie how long do you think it'd take to come up with some swingy and bit jazzy music?"
"Give me twenty four hours a day to work and six days and I'll have music composed to play for fifty hours!" Satie said.
"Great! We can use then three days to rehearse the music! Yes, we'll have the party just four days before Cephus leaves!" Sats said. Sats was certainly a party planner, she just loved parties. "Great, and then also we'll need special affects for show! Tork, you can take care of that?" Sats said. Tork nodded.
"Five days, ten hours a day and I'll have a light show that'll last for hours on end!" Tork said.
"Perfect! Now, we'll have casual dress, nothing formal!" Sats said. "Come in whatever just as long as you're decent! We can have some paintings and props just set about, like, hmm, I think a futuristic thing may work. Toulouse, Ewan how many more of those props do you think you can do?"
"We've got about twelve in the back," Ewan said. Sats nodded.
"Perfect, we can set about, yes a futuristic kind of Zarbok theme! I have ideas for costumes! Toulouse, do you think you can make any more costumes like ours? Yes, the costumes Sades and I have on for the girls and the costumes Chris and Jude have on for the men!" Sats looked at Toulouse.
"I made those in three days, with only five hours of each day! You give me peace and all day, I can make you fifty of each in three days! I'll have more in five!" Toulouse said.
"Thank you!" Sats couldn't resist from hugging the dwarf. Then she stood up and said, "Now, I think paintings of Zarbok landscape and aircraft and villages and people would do go too!" She turned to Ewan. "Do you think you can handle that?"
"Yes," Ewan said. "It'll take a while if you want paintings, but it can take just a few days if you'll settle for chalk pastel and charcoal drawings."
"Chalk pastel and charcoal drawings are alright for whatever is the toughest to paint. For the easier things to paint that won't take too long, paint them!"
"Alright consider it done!" Ewan said.
"Thanks!" Sats said. "That about wraps it up! Oh and perhaps we should all get Cephus going away presents too!"
"Oh, no need to!" Cephus said but every agreed with Sats.
~~
"How fast do you take to draw something?" Sades asked Ewan as they brought out some props and dusted them off.
"Oh, not long really, at least not to me," Ewan said.
"What do you mean by that?" Sades asked.
"Well, when I'm doing something I like to do, like drawing, hours seems like minutes to me," Ewan said as he pushed a large prop out of his way. "I feel like sometimes I only spend five minutes on something when I've already spent thirty."
"I'd like to see some of your paintings and drawings," Sades said. She gasped as she saw a huge spider move in its web directly to her right. Ewan smashed it and wiped away the web with a large block of wood.
"Arachnophobic?" he asked tossing away the block of wood.
"Just a little," she said. "Spiders aren't my favorite bug."
"They eat the other bugs," Ewan said. "I like them at that."
"Then why did you kill that spider?" Sades asked.
"Well, I like that they eat other bugs, but there are no bugs to kill back here."
"Good point."
"Here they are, the other five props we couldn't find," Ewan said pulling as a large carved piece of wood. Sadie gaped at the amazing structure of it and the craftsmanship.
"Oh my gosh, who carved that?" She asked as she helped him pull it out of the back.
"I did, with the help of Toulouse," Ewan grunted as he pulled it out by what seemed to be the "wheel" of the aircraft which was also made out of immobile wood. Unknown to them, another person eavesdropped on their conversation.
"Wow, it's really good!" Sades said. She yelped as she got a splinter. "Ow, oh that's huge!"
"Oh, I know, here I can help get it out," Ewan said taking her hand and pulling gently at the large splinter. Finally Ewan pulled it out quickly and scraped his arm on the wood. He looked at his arm.
"Oh, you've got two!" Sades gasped at the large splinters barely protruding from his arm but going deep in. Then they heard a crashing from behind some other props. They both quickly went and saw what it was.
There on the ground surrounded by some wooden blocks and cotton, was Chris. He was out colder than a Russian winter.
"What's wrong with him?" Sades asked nobody. "Let's get those splinters out then will you help me carry him out of here?"
"Yeah sure," Ewan said still a little confused as to why Chris had seemed to have fainted. Sadie pulled from her pocket a pair of tweezers.
"This going to hurt a little so sit down," Sades patted the chair behind a prop. She pulled up another chair and sat down. "Try not to yell."
She pulled out a needle and a match. She struck the match against Ewan's unshaved chin, he yelped. She just gave him a look and put the needle point in the flame, sterilizing it. Then she poked the needle at the surrounding skin.
"Ah-ah, hot, oh, ow!" Ewan whimpered in pain.
"Oh, shush you baby," Sades said. Then she used the tweezers and pulled out the splinters. She accidentally dropped the needle as she picked up she held it point up and it went straight into Ewan's arm!
"Yaaaaaah! Oh, aaaah!" Ewan yelled in pain. He really didn't like needles. He got up quickly trying to get the needle out.
"Ewan I'm sooo sorry!" Sades said. "Now hold on, I'll get it out!"
"Not with another needle?" Ewan asked keeping his arm to himself. Sades sighed.
"Of course not, it's just a matter of pulling it out gently!" Sades said. She took Ewan's arm and pulled the needle out. "There, now that wasn't so bad was it?"
"No…" Just then Ewan tripped on the chair and fell on top of Sades. "Ow, my foot!"
"MY BACK!" Sades said in pain.
"I'm sorry," Ewan said in a whisper. Maybe it wasn't so bad being clumsy. Just then Christian popped his head around the prop.
"What the hell are you doing?" Christian yelled.
"Dad! Uh, how are you?" Sades asked pushing Ewan off of her.
"I'm doing fine, but I don't care about how I'm doing, what the hell was he doing on top of you?!" Christian said angrily in a Scottish accent, and that was a bad sign…it usually meant that he was actually angry, suspicious and going to be acting incredibly stupid.
"He trip and fell!" Sades said.
"You expect me to believe that he tripped and fell on top of you?" Christian said.
"Yes…"
"And why would I?"
"Because there's no evidence that anything else was going on," Sades said.
"Then why is Chris out cold over here?" Christian asked his English accent starting to come back.
"I don't know, I was just pulling splinters out of Ewan's arm when we heard a crashing sound and then we saw him out colder than a Russian winter."
"Hm, well what were you two doing back here in the first place?"
"We were getting the props; some of them still have to be painted. Some stage hands and I have volunteered to paint them," Sades said.
"Okay, sounds truthful enough," Christian said.
"Are you saying that you didn't trust me?"
"No, I'm not saying that, I just mean I don't trust him," Christian said. "Or any guy out of the family and friends we have. I don't know what his intentions are."
"Dad! That's not a way to speak about someone in their presence!" Sades said outraged on Ewan's behalf.
"No, it's okay, I get that sometimes," Ewan said. "He's every right to be suspicious of me, I'm not offended really."
"Still, manners, or lack there of!" Sades said. Satine walked up.
"What's going on?" She asked.
"Dad's just insulted my friend in his presence!" Sades said.
"Christian! What are you thinking of?" Satine said.
"I didn't insult him, I just said I didn't trust him," Christian said.
"You think that's any better?" Satine said. "You and I are going to have to have a talk…I'm sorry if he's offended you, Ewan. Well, I'll get some people to help you bring out the props. Christian let's go we have to talk about a few things."
"Fine…" then they left.
~~End Chapter~~
Horrible place to end chapter, cliff hangers are so much better! Well, some more Down with love rip offs there. You may not recognize it at first but I think if you've seen DWL enough times and re read a few last parts in here before Christian came in, then you might spot it!
Well, there's something going on between Ewan and Sades! Definitely! I know some of you may not like how Satine is less known in this fic, I mean she isn't in it as much. But hey this is a fiction about how Christian is too over-protective of his daughter and it's more centered on Sadie, hence the title "Daddy's Little Girl."
Next Chapter will be coming soon! Look for it! LOL.
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