Author's Note: Greetings. J So, I was severely bored and channel surfing the other day and the movie "It's A Wonderful Life" was on (why it was on in July, I have no freaking clue, but whatever) and after watching it I got the idea to write this. Yes, I am aware of how cheesy and overused this plotline is, but whatever. By the way, this is a multi-chaptered fic, and you know what makes me update? Reviews! J Ponder that while you read.

Disclaimer: If I owned RENT, I would have like, 12 pairs of those awesome pants Maureen wears during "Take Me or Leave Me".

"December 24, 1991, 8 PM, Eastern Standard Time. Pan across the empty loft. Roger and Mimi are downstairs in their now shared apartment, most likely enjoying being newlyweds. Today is the one year anniversary of their engagement. I assume they're 'celebrating'. Maureen and Joanne are at Joanne's upper eat side flat, most likely enjoying a very filling Christmas dinner together. God knows where Collins is, but he, Roger, Mimi, Joanne, Maureen, and I are meeting at the Life Café in an hour", Mark narrated.

He then sighed to himself and shut off his camera. God, was he pathetic or what? He was sitting alone in an empty loft on Christmas Eve. It was official; he needed to get out of the loft. Mark waltzed over to the door, camera in hand, and slid on his plaid coat as well as his signature scarf before heading out the door. He decided filming people in Tompkins Square Park would be relaxing and entertaining.

As he walked through the streets of New York, he began pondering. Everyone had someone but him. Mimi and Roger were married. Maureen and Joanne were together. Benny and Collins had been practically best friends ever since Muffy, or Alison, or whatever her name is filed for divorce and Angel died. And him? He had no one.

Swiftly and quietly, Mark sat down on a park bench and turned on his camera. He began filming a homeless man who was begging on the corner of 11th and Avenue A.

to himself, Mark shut off the camera after a while. Roger was right. He did hide behind his camera. He had completely detached from feeling alive. But, what could he do about it? Everyone had someone except him; he was with his camera alone. Mark leaned back and shut his eyes, sighing to himself. He probably had had no impact on the world. Hell, he wished he had never been born. He did. He wasn't doing the world any good being here. He had no impact on anyone's life but his own.

After sitting there for several minutes, he decided he should go back to the loft and get ready for dinner.

After having trudged through the icy snow for several minutes, he finally ascended his stairs and reached in his pocket to pull out his key. When he did however, it was nowhere to be found.

Mark listened very carefully and faintly heard something from the inside of the loft.

"I'm writing one great song before I go", he heard someone faintly sing before the chords of Musetta's Waltz began to dance through their large door.

Hm, Roger must've been up there for something. Mark, however, was confused. He had already written his "one song".

Anyway, Mark knocked firmly on the door, thankful that Roger was there to let him in. After a few moments, the heavy metal door was slid open to reveal Roger.

Roger was dressed in his usual plaid pants and leather jacket. His hair was severely long and outgrown and he looked like he hadn't shaved in months. What the hell? His hair was short and he was shaved this morning.

"Can I help you?" Roger grunted.

"Hey, Roger, I lost my key", Mark explained.

"Why would you have a key to my loft?" Roger interrogated.

"Um, I live here", Mark stated.

"No, I live here. I don't even know who the hell you are," Roger grumbled.

"What do you mean you don't know who I am? We've been best friends since first grade. And you don't live here; you live downstairs. With Mimi. Your wife", Mark gawked.

"Look, man, I've never seen you before in my life. And who the hell is Mimi? Are you talking about that chick who hit on me a few years ago?" Roger asked.

"What? Yeah. But, what? How could you not know your own wife?" Mark gasped.

"Look, I don't know what you're trying to pull, but just leave me alone. You're obviously very confused. Get some help", Roger muttered before slamming the door in Mark's face.

"What the hell was that?" Mark mumbled to himself.

"You got your wish, Marky", a voice behind him stated.

Mark whirled around to see Angel standing before him in full drag.

"Okay, what the hell? I must be dreaming or something", Mark choked.

"No, you're not, sweetie", Angel explained, "You got your wish".

"What the hell do you mean, I got my wish. Angel, what? Just, what?" Mark gasped.

"Sugar, you're going to have to be a little more specific", Angel giggled.

"Angel, what's going on?" Mark asked, his voice shaking.

"You got your wish. You don't exist", she stated.

A/N: Well, that's the end of this chapter. I'll update IF you review and let me know what you though! Okay? Okay. Now press the pretty, pretty button.