Summary: Lizzie Bennett: Struggling to breakout musician. Meet William Darcy: Conceited, egotistical, grumpy Broadway Star. Throw them together as in a new musical on Broadway and what happens? Unadulterated loathing, arguments, and dare I say a hint of romance?

A/N: This is just a little thing I started out of the blue. I love Broadway, and I ADORE Moulin rouge ever since I saw the movie, and of course, I love Pride and Prejudice, so here we go!

I've only written one chapter, so I can't say there will be an update in the near future. But it's just for fun, so we'll see where it goes! I will still be working on Pride, Prejudice, and the Open Seas. I haven't given up on that story yet! This is a story that I'd like to work on when I'm not sailing the seas with the handsome Captain Darcy.

Enjoy and please tell me what you think!

Disclaimer: I'm not Jane Austen! And I do not own any of the musicals that seem familiar in this fic!

What is this feeling, so sudden, and new?
I felt the moment I laid eyes on you.

My pulse is rushing.
My head is reeling
My face is flushing.
What is this feeling? Fervid as a flame, does it have a name? Yes.

Loathing! Unadulterated loathing!
For your face,
your voice,
your clothing!

-"What is this Feeling?"

Wicked Musical

Chapter One

The morning started out like any other day. Elizabeth Bennett, Lizzie to her family, Beth to her coworkers, and Eliza to the people that especially wished to get on her nerves, Eli to some special people, smashed her alarm clock with such a force that her massive black Labrador, Rembrandt, usually able to sleep through a hurricane, opened one bleary eye to gaze at his owner questioningly.

"Go back to sleep Remy." Lizzie grumbled as she crawled out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom. She took a quick glance at her calendar out of habit and was jarred out of her sleep-induced haze as she realized what day it was.

It was the day of the audition. It was the day of the once in a lifetime opportunity to audition for the role of Satine in the new Broadway version of Moulin Rouge. It was the day that would ultimately make or break Lizzie's dream of singing on Broadway. It was the day that would decide whether or not she would win over her mother's constant nagging about her career choice.

Elizabeth Bennett was the only musical one in a family of 4 girls. Her older sister, Jane, was the angel child. The one that made straight A's all through high school, taking multiple AP classes, class president, valedictorian, and ultimately after college became a doctor. Yeah. She was one of those sisters, the sister that Lizzie was constantly compared to as a child. Still, Lizzie held no bitterness towards her sister's perfection; rather, she rebelled in her own way. Lizzie was the rebel child of the family; where her younger twin sisters, Lydia and Katie, gossiped and griped about their nails and Jane went on dates with her equally as smart high school boy friend, Lizzie signed herself up for voice lessons with the money she made from working at the bookstore after track practice.

Lizzie spent her high school years this way, never complaining about the work that she had to do to keep up with the lessons. Her mother, a nervous and dramatic woman, was blissfully unaware of how her second daughter spent her money. That is, until Lizzie's annoying sisters decided to tell their flighty and anxious mother that they weren't sure where Lizzie spent her Friday nights, however, they were sure that it definitely wasn't spent hanging out with people her age, namely, boys.

Her mother's mind went straight to the worst thing possible. Needless to say, Lizzie had a lot of explaining to do when she got home late Friday night. Ever since then, her mother never hesitated to express her distaste for Lizzie's talent and hobby, often eluding to the success of her bright, older sister in an attempt to push Lizzie towards what she thought was the "right direction".

Her father, Edward Bennett, just smiled and told her in secret that he would support whatever endeavor she so chooses. He would never admit it aloud, but Lizzie was definitely his favorite daughter.

And so through her hard work and the backing of her father, Lizzie made it through college majoring in music and minoring in English. (She was forced to do this by her mother, who insisted she needed a back up plan in case her music dream didn't fall through.)

Fresh out of college, Lizzie got the lead part in a small, unknown musical that was relatively successful during it's short, 4 month life. Lizzie saw this as a metaphorical "in your face" to her mother.

However, ever since then, Lizzie's had trouble getting another job. There were no musicals of interest that were looking to hire, and Lizzie was forced to take an alternate job in a bookstore. Still, the pay from her previous job was quite good, so she wasn't too worried.

It was until recently, with the economy going down the toilet and her mother at her throat to get a better job and a boyfriend that Lizzie's been panicking. Luckily, her professor from the university contacted her and about an - no, the audition. So here she was, panicking in front of the mirror in her bathroom in her two-bedroom apartment struggling to tame her bird nest hair. Lizzie gave a loud yell of frustration as she threw her hair into a messy bun after she saw the time on the clock.

"Shit!" She yelled as she tore towards her closet. She grabbed her glasses and cursed herself for not getting new contacts. She grabbed her favorite pair of skinny jeans, a tank top, her cardigan, and her bag and ran out of her apartment.

It was clearly a great start.

Her day clearly got better when she ran into someone at Starbucks, spilling his and her coffee down each other's clothes. "Shit! I'm so sorry!" Lizzie exclaimed.

"Watch where you're going next time." A gruff voice grumbled and Lizzie looked up to see the retreating figure of an obviously pissed off man.

"Have a nice day to you too." Lizzie said dryly as she stared grumpily at her own situation on the front of her tank top. She concluded reluctantly that her outfit was unsalvageable, along with the mostly empty cup of coffee in her hand.

Suddenly, her empty cup of coffee was replaced buy a fresh, new cup of hot coffee. Lizzie looked gratefully at her savior and was met with the charming face of George Wickham.

"George!" She smiled, reaching out for a hug.

"Uh uh. You aren't touching me with that coffee stained shirt." He smiled.

Lizzie, reminded of her predicament and realizing that she had a very important meeting in… 10 minutes, rushed out of the door, yelling a quick thanks to her new best friend.

Thankfully, Lizzie always kept another change of clothes in her car. Unfortunately, her clothing consisted of an old t-shirt. Lovely. Just the way to impress the important people on Broadway.

I'm going to be late. I'm going to be late.

Lizzie slipped through the door just as they were getting ready to close it. She gave the employee a sheepish smile as she ran past and quickly apologized as she sat down.

One of the audition judges sniffed, her nose high in the air. "Nice of you to join us Miss Bennett. I can see that tardiness will be a problem for you should we decide to hire you."

Lizzie shrunk in her seat. She knew that Broadway was a hard business, but she usually wasn't on the receiving end of the barbs.

The judge, either not noticing or caring for Lizzie's embarrassment, continued. "Of course, you still have to audition, and you may not even make it through round one. So we'll worry about that on the off chance that you do get there."

Lizzie winced.

A male voice drifted from the judge's table, scolding softly. "Now Mrs. De Bough, don't be too harsh. I believe this is her first audition, and besides, your nephew seems to be late as well."

Lizzie smiled as she heard an indignant sniff from "Mrs. De Bough" as the judge called her and heard nothing but silence from that direction.

Suddenly, the door burst open to reveal a very disheveled and frustrated man walk into the room. Lizzie whirled around in her seat and watched the (very good looking) man stalk towards "Mrs. De Bough" and have a heated conversation with the judges.

The other judge that had stood up for her, which she soon found preferred the name "Fitz," tried to get him to calm down and seemed to motion towards Lizzie's general direction. Lizzie blushed and turned around as she realized that Fitz was probably bringing up the fact that she was late just like he had been.

She could feel the whispers and stares she got from the other people in the room. She was momentarily distracted, however, by the heated discussion that seemed to be escalating in the back at the judge's table.

The mystery man seemed to be motioning angrily with his hands as he tried to explain something. Lizzie tried not to listen in on the conversation, but the man apparently had no notion that he wasn't the only one in the room.

"… Hey! I had a reason to be late this morning! That stupid woman spilt coffee on me this morning and I had to go home and change. Are you sure this will be the only time she's late? She's obviously unprofessional and she doesn't belong in this business!"

Lizzie bristled as she heard the words spewing out of this man's mouth. She felt bad for spilling coffee on him, she really did. But did he really need to be an asshole about it?

"William! That's enough." He said softly. "You have delayed this audition enough. Sure, she was late, but who's the one having a tantrum about it? Go sit down. I have half a mind to tell you to leave. You're my friend and also the lead so I respect that you have a say in who place Satine, but in the end it's my decision. I'm the director. So sit down and try to be unbias."

Lizzie internally groaned. Of course he would be the lead and a judge. She watched as the director walked up to the stage while Lizzie argued with herself on whether or not it was worth even auditioning when 2 out of the 3 judges already hated her.

"Hi everyone!" The director smiled broadly as he looked around. "I'm Fitz, the director. Thank you all for coming to audition for Satine. Our previous pick for Satine, Miss Caroline Bingley is unable to do her job (at which Mrs. De Bough snorted from the back of the room), so I want to thank you all again for attending this last minute audition. I hope you know that the job entails that right after the audition you must be at rehearsal the next day. We've postponed rehearsal enough as it is. So now, without further delay, your judges Mrs De Bough and William Darcy, who will be playing Christian! They will be helping me pick the next Satine. Your task is to pick any of the songs from Moulin Rouge and sing it in front of us. Mister Darcy will be here if any of you choose a duet. (At this Mister Darcy cringed.) That is all so good luck!" As Fitz walked off, he looked at Lizzie and gave her a reassuring smile. Lizzie sighed and relaxed a little, knowing that at least the director didn't hate her.

There were quite a few hopefuls at the audition. Lizzie was last, seeing as she showed up last to the audition, so she sat there psyching herself out as more and more girls went up and sang. It surprised her how many girls picked Sparkling Diamonds as their audition song. That song was actually her least favorite, and it was possibly the shallowest song in the production. The girls that chose this song proceeded to dance along provocatively, embodying Satine at the Moulin Rouge. Lizzie's mind was running around in circles as no one else picked her song, One Day I'll Fly Away.

What if it's the worst song to pick?

She watched as other girls chose the duet and circled around the singing Darcy.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, Lizzie was called up. As she walked slowly up onto the stage, ignoring the glares from the two judges and sneers from the other girls, she realized why she was here. She loved singing, and she loved music, and no matter what, she was going to try her best.

"My name is Elizabeth Bennett" Lizzie winced at how shaky her voice sounded at first. "And I'm going to sing One Day I'll Fly Away."

I follow the night
Can't stand the light
When will I begin
To live again?

Lizzie smiled as she remembered how this song had touched her when she first heard it. It was without a doubt the shortest song, but she felt it spoke more than most of them.

One day I'll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday
What more could your Love do for me?
When will Love be through with me?

Why live life from dream to dream?
And dread the day when dreaming ends

One day I'll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday
Why live life from dream to dream?
And dread the day when dreaming ends

One day I'll fly away
Fly, fly away

Lizzie slowly opened her eyes as the last notes sounded at the end of the song. She heard a few scattered applauses from the few nice girls in the audition room. She looked up at the judges, one of them was scowling, one of them wasn't even paying attention, but Fitz was smiling. That was enough to reassure Lizzie that this audition wasn't a total waste, even if she didn't get the part. She had started singing to make people smile, and she had done just that today. She smiled and nodded before walking off stage.

"Thank you all for coming today." Fitz said as he stood up from the table. "We'll post the call backs list tomorrow outside on the bulletin board. Have a nice day."

Lizzie gathered her things and pushed her the door out of the theatre. She smiled up at the sky as she breathed in the fresh, New York air, so different from the stuffy audition room she was in.

This was just the push she needed. No matter what happened, she would continue to pursue her dream.

She would try to defy all odds, even ones by the name of William Darcy.

0 – 0 – 0 – 0 – 0

Call Backs:

1. –

2. –

3. Elizabeth Bennett

4. –

5. –

Lizzie screamed. She really tried not to, but she couldn't help it. She got called back! There was still hope after all! There was still a chance that she wouldn't get the part, but her chances were significantly higher now.

She did a little happy dance, despite that fact she was in public and that she had previously not too long ago got the attention of everyone within a mile radius with her loud and high pitch scream.

She couldn't help that goofy grin that was on her face as she walked back to her car.

The goofy grin wouldn't go away as she drove back home.

The grin got bigger as she told her roommate, Charlotte Lucas, the great news. The screamed and she promised to go out to celebrate with Charlotte later that night.

It still remained permanently etched onto her face as she brought Rembrandt out for a walk.

The grin disappeared quickly as she realized what she had gotten herself into when she agreed to go out and "celebrate" with Charlotte. She was forced into a tight fitting dress and marched into Sunset, the hottest new club in town.

Lizzie rolled her eyes as she watched Charlotte go off with some nameless guy. She cringed as some sleazy guy tried to talk to her. A Chris? Or was it Conner? Not it was Collin. Definitely Collin. Collin had latched himself onto her pretty much as soon as got her drink.

She sighed and rolled her eyes for what seemed like the 5th time during their 10 minute (although it seemed like well over an hour) long conversation about Collin's job. He made Accounting seem like the most exciting of all the exciting jobs in the world. But seriously, how many "funny" stories would an accountant have?

She looked around the club, looking for nothing in particular, when she looked into the bluest eyes she'd ever seen. As she unfocused on those eyes and looked at the blue eyed man, she scowled. It belonged to the man that she hated more than Collin at the moment, William Darcy.

"Excuse me Collin, but I just realized that I have somewhere to be. Excuse me." She said curtly as she got up and walked out of the club.

A voice stopped her as she was about to call a cab.

"Leaving so early?"

Lizzie closed her eyes. Don't punch him. Don't kick him in the balls. Don't punch him. Her mantra played over and over in her head.

"What's it to you?" She asked.

"Well I didn't think you'd be the type to leave party so early." He said smoothly.

Lizzie's eyes darted to Darcy. "And what type do you think I am? The non-stop party girl? The one who moved to the big city so all I could do is party and drink all night, is that right?"

"That's not what I meant." Darcy's eyes narrowed. "Now you're just putting words in my mouth."

"Oh that's right. I forgot. It seems I'm the unprofessional type. The stupid one that purposely spills coffee on poor unsuspecting men and always shows up late and obviously doesn't belong in the Broadway business." Lizzie spat out and turned around and quickly called a cab. She was in the cab before Darcy could even say anything.

Stupid William Darcy and his stupid blue eyes and stupid ego. Lizzie thought angrily as she wiped a tear from her face.

She was going to show him.

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