Moulin Rouge 2: Lady Marmalade
by
SailorMiaka
Author's notes: THanks to my Reviewers! I love feedback! But anyway here's the next Chapter, enjoy! and please excuse my grammer and Spelling mistakes! Happy Readings!
Disclaimer: I do not own Moulin Rouge because it and all of its charectors belong to Baz Luhrman.
Moulin Rouge 2: Lady Marmalade
Chapter 1
"A Child of the Revolution"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*One year later*~*~*~*~*~*
"Madamoiselle de Siegnuer...I must protest! You're father would never have allowed this!"
THe Lawyers babble was making Velvette's head ache. After a year of helping Satine to the road of recovery, she was not really in the mood to deal with a pompus fool. She was selling the mills her father had left her. She had read the finacial background on them and knew her own finacial standing. If she was smart, she would have plenty of money over the next years to support both her household and her sister.
"I can not allow you to do this!"
Velvette's legendary temper flared into full throttle.
"You...won't...ALLOW?" she bellowed.
"You're still a little girl, you don't understand what you are doing..."
"I understand perfectly what I am doing."
"I disagree. A girl you're age needs to be protected."
Velvette's nose flared out slightly as she stared down the man behind the desk. She took a deep breath and opened her mouth to begin singing
"Say hello to the girl that I am
You're gonna have to see from my perspective.
I need to make mistakes, just to learn who I am
And I don't wanna be so Damn protected.
There must be another way
Cause I believe in taking chances
but who am I to say?
What a girl is to do
God, I need some answers!
What am I to do with my life?
How am I supposed to now whats right?
I can't help the way I feel
cause all my life I've been so
Overprotected!"
The lawyer tried in vain to calm her, but she merely shoved him back down in his chair.
"I'll tell you why I am doing what i am doing. I am doing this because I know i am right.
"You can bump and grind if its good for you mind,
You can twist and shout, You can let it all hang out.
But you can't fool the children of the revolution!
Oh no."
The Lawyer stood in awe as the girl neatly gathered up her papers and walked out of his office. She would make her own way in life. Even if it killed her.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Velvette was a woman with a mission. She had exactly twenty minutes to get across Paris to Montemarte. SHe hailed to first cab she saw. In running toward it, she slipped on the hem of her dark blue dress, landing flat on her back in the middle of the street. ROugh hands grabbed her arms and dragged her to her feet, just before a hack ran her over.
"Ye'd be better to watch your self, lass. Cabbies here don't seem to watch the road all that carefully."
Velvette looked at her savior and tried to understand his irish accented english. He stood tall, with brown hair and bright blue eyes. He looked around 18.
"I thank you, for your courtesy." she said slowly, "I must go now."
"What's your name?" he called after her as she climbed into her cab.
"Velvette!" she called back as they drove off, leaving him behind on the street.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Christian raised his drunken head from the floor. The rain was back. That combined with the The noise outside his garret was slowly driving him back to his absinthe bottle. He'd sent his book, the story of his beloved Satine, to the publishers only the day before and was awaiting its return. He heaved himself to his feet and went to the window. His blood boiled as he recognized the ringleader of the crowd. The Duke was back in Montemarte. His nasal voice and oily personality pushed Christian to the limits. Curiosity got the better of him though. What was the duke doing in Montemarte after all this time? he wondered. Then he understood the noise. The Duke was Auctioning off the Moulin. This couldn't be good. He watched the scene in interest.
~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~~**~*~*~~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"We will begin the Auction of the property, known as Le Moulin Rouge, at the amount of 5 thousand francs."
The auctioneer began the bidding with such a frenzy that any one watching was soon bidding and holding their breaths to see who would win. Harold Zidler stood in the crowd watching his beloved Moulin go to the highest bidder. Soon the bidding was between and Asian businessman and an English Lord. THe Duke's mouth was watering at the price this dilapidated building was fetching.
"20 thousand, going once!" cried the Auctioneer.
The duke held his breath.
"20 thousand going twice!"
"30 thousand." said a calm feminine voice.
All the crowd turned to see who had placed the bid. She stood in a navy blue cloak and hood and slowly made her way to the front of the crowd.
"SOLD!" cried the duke. "Madam, please come forward to aquire your property!"
The cloaked figure moved toward the Duke with an obvious grace. The duke's mouth began watering...a woman hadn't effected him this badly since the "Sparkling Diamond" of this accursed place. He held out his hand to her, which for some strange reason she refused. She brought out a navy reticule and shook it.
"I believe you would want payment now Monsieur." She said slowly, gaining his attention.
"Yes," he said pushing the bidding contract forward for her to sign.
"She removed her hood, revealling her fiery hair. As she bent to sign, the duke caught his breath.
"Satine?" he whispered in disbelief.
"Excuse Moi? I am not this Satine of whom you speak."
"My pardon then Madamoiselle. Mayhap I could make it up to you this evening with a private dinner?"
She smiled, a peculiar fire lighting her green eyes.
"My apologies, but that is impossible. Here, I am sure this will be enough."
"The invitation is still open, if you reconsider."
"Just remember my dear Duke," she whispered "Diamonds are a girl's best friend."
She smiled as she handed him her reticule, and shook its contents into his hands. The crowd gasped and Harold Zidler laughed loudly. The woman placed the contract and the deeds into her cloak and left the square.
In the Duke's hand, the diamonds sparkled brightly in the rain.
by
SailorMiaka
Author's notes: THanks to my Reviewers! I love feedback! But anyway here's the next Chapter, enjoy! and please excuse my grammer and Spelling mistakes! Happy Readings!
Disclaimer: I do not own Moulin Rouge because it and all of its charectors belong to Baz Luhrman.
Moulin Rouge 2: Lady Marmalade
Chapter 1
"A Child of the Revolution"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*One year later*~*~*~*~*~*
"Madamoiselle de Siegnuer...I must protest! You're father would never have allowed this!"
THe Lawyers babble was making Velvette's head ache. After a year of helping Satine to the road of recovery, she was not really in the mood to deal with a pompus fool. She was selling the mills her father had left her. She had read the finacial background on them and knew her own finacial standing. If she was smart, she would have plenty of money over the next years to support both her household and her sister.
"I can not allow you to do this!"
Velvette's legendary temper flared into full throttle.
"You...won't...ALLOW?" she bellowed.
"You're still a little girl, you don't understand what you are doing..."
"I understand perfectly what I am doing."
"I disagree. A girl you're age needs to be protected."
Velvette's nose flared out slightly as she stared down the man behind the desk. She took a deep breath and opened her mouth to begin singing
"Say hello to the girl that I am
You're gonna have to see from my perspective.
I need to make mistakes, just to learn who I am
And I don't wanna be so Damn protected.
There must be another way
Cause I believe in taking chances
but who am I to say?
What a girl is to do
God, I need some answers!
What am I to do with my life?
How am I supposed to now whats right?
I can't help the way I feel
cause all my life I've been so
Overprotected!"
The lawyer tried in vain to calm her, but she merely shoved him back down in his chair.
"I'll tell you why I am doing what i am doing. I am doing this because I know i am right.
"You can bump and grind if its good for you mind,
You can twist and shout, You can let it all hang out.
But you can't fool the children of the revolution!
Oh no."
The Lawyer stood in awe as the girl neatly gathered up her papers and walked out of his office. She would make her own way in life. Even if it killed her.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Velvette was a woman with a mission. She had exactly twenty minutes to get across Paris to Montemarte. SHe hailed to first cab she saw. In running toward it, she slipped on the hem of her dark blue dress, landing flat on her back in the middle of the street. ROugh hands grabbed her arms and dragged her to her feet, just before a hack ran her over.
"Ye'd be better to watch your self, lass. Cabbies here don't seem to watch the road all that carefully."
Velvette looked at her savior and tried to understand his irish accented english. He stood tall, with brown hair and bright blue eyes. He looked around 18.
"I thank you, for your courtesy." she said slowly, "I must go now."
"What's your name?" he called after her as she climbed into her cab.
"Velvette!" she called back as they drove off, leaving him behind on the street.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Christian raised his drunken head from the floor. The rain was back. That combined with the The noise outside his garret was slowly driving him back to his absinthe bottle. He'd sent his book, the story of his beloved Satine, to the publishers only the day before and was awaiting its return. He heaved himself to his feet and went to the window. His blood boiled as he recognized the ringleader of the crowd. The Duke was back in Montemarte. His nasal voice and oily personality pushed Christian to the limits. Curiosity got the better of him though. What was the duke doing in Montemarte after all this time? he wondered. Then he understood the noise. The Duke was Auctioning off the Moulin. This couldn't be good. He watched the scene in interest.
~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~~**~*~*~~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"We will begin the Auction of the property, known as Le Moulin Rouge, at the amount of 5 thousand francs."
The auctioneer began the bidding with such a frenzy that any one watching was soon bidding and holding their breaths to see who would win. Harold Zidler stood in the crowd watching his beloved Moulin go to the highest bidder. Soon the bidding was between and Asian businessman and an English Lord. THe Duke's mouth was watering at the price this dilapidated building was fetching.
"20 thousand, going once!" cried the Auctioneer.
The duke held his breath.
"20 thousand going twice!"
"30 thousand." said a calm feminine voice.
All the crowd turned to see who had placed the bid. She stood in a navy blue cloak and hood and slowly made her way to the front of the crowd.
"SOLD!" cried the duke. "Madam, please come forward to aquire your property!"
The cloaked figure moved toward the Duke with an obvious grace. The duke's mouth began watering...a woman hadn't effected him this badly since the "Sparkling Diamond" of this accursed place. He held out his hand to her, which for some strange reason she refused. She brought out a navy reticule and shook it.
"I believe you would want payment now Monsieur." She said slowly, gaining his attention.
"Yes," he said pushing the bidding contract forward for her to sign.
"She removed her hood, revealling her fiery hair. As she bent to sign, the duke caught his breath.
"Satine?" he whispered in disbelief.
"Excuse Moi? I am not this Satine of whom you speak."
"My pardon then Madamoiselle. Mayhap I could make it up to you this evening with a private dinner?"
She smiled, a peculiar fire lighting her green eyes.
"My apologies, but that is impossible. Here, I am sure this will be enough."
"The invitation is still open, if you reconsider."
"Just remember my dear Duke," she whispered "Diamonds are a girl's best friend."
She smiled as she handed him her reticule, and shook its contents into his hands. The crowd gasped and Harold Zidler laughed loudly. The woman placed the contract and the deeds into her cloak and left the square.
In the Duke's hand, the diamonds sparkled brightly in the rain.