I would like to say that people might have read a story exactly like this... I wrote it, I was cast in three shows and couldent keep up with it... so I made a new profile and started fresh! Sorry but I couldent even track down the story when I searched for it! I really don't know what happened to it...

Disclaimer: I don't own Rent, how do you expect me to if I can't even pay it?

Mark was very, very bored. Roger and Mimi were out and left mark all alone to rot in the loft... 'There is never anything to do around here!' mark thought as he sipped the thin, tasteless coffee that they could afford. Marks eyes scanned the room. The fender. Mark looked at the guitar and put on a devilish grin. Roger would kill me if he caught me with it! Mark cautiously walked over to the worshiped instrument; similar to a five year old as he reaches for a forbidden cookie jar... he carefully clutched the guitar and rested it on his hip as he strummed out a few chords. He hadn't played since middle school when he and roger attempted to create a band called the sick Hungarians... mark smiled to himself no one except him has touched his guitar in years! Mark enjoyed him self... until he heard the door slide open.

"Um, Roger?" said mark as he nervously turned around. Roger had a look of dark surprise upon him. Mimi didn't know what the big deal was so walked towards her room, roger pulled her closer to him, " put...the...guitar...down, now" Rogers face was turning multiple shades of purple. The last time anyone touched his guitar roger went completely crazy. "Okay roger, chill! I didn't mean any harm!" mark reluctantly replied.

Rogers's eyes widened. "PUT THE GUITAR DOWN NOW!" tears welled up in marks eyes. Crash! There was a loud crashing noise... obviously the guitar slipped from his grip because the fender was no more. "You... broke...my...guitar!" but it was too late, mark was out the door. Mark was running as fast as he could, down stairs, to the one place he knew he would be safe.

Roger ran faster than mark, was almost caught up with him. He knew he would kill mark someday, he guessed today was that day.

"Collins, its mark, now open the damn door it's an emergency!" Mark pounded on the door until it jerked open, he ran in and shut it as fast as he could.

"Are you okay honey?" it was Angel.

" Whatever you do, don't open that door for Roger."