Ok, this is the start of a fic written by me, Jaime, and Jessica. We're getting really bored at work during scenes (we're techies) so to kill time we've started this. It's from Roger's POV about his life. Yeah, it seems dark, but this is what we've come up with. We're trying to see things in a different light. If all goes well we'll be writing more stories. Using other characters (don't you all just love Angel?) If the format annoys you, let us know. We'll try to fix it. Since this is our first, neither one of us are certain how to deal with all that. We know the grammers bad. Give us a break, we literally wrote it in the dark with half functioning brains. We'll fix all of that too. Anyways, please review so we can tweak it. Oh yeah, we've been reading other fic out there, and Kait (I think that's your name) this will not be an m/r slash, nor will it become one. Sorry. And of course.... Disclaimer: We do not own the characters of Rent. We're just really big fans.
FADE TO BLACK: In the Beginning
It's cold, I don't know why I remain here, sitting. The sky is getting dark, as if it will rain soon. Yet nothing seems to make me move. Where had life gone? All the hopes and dreams I once had are finally shattered.
As I look back at myself, I see everything I did wrong. My world has dissolved from a universe of love and opportunity, to a dingy street in a tired city. I'll surrounded by drug dealers, homeless, prostitutes, and nobodies - like me.
Growing up I was an average kid - almost. My father was never around. He was always busy at work. When I was in the fifth grade, my mother caught him sleeping with another woman. By next year they were divorced. It didn't effect me too much. It's not like he was around, anyways. She didn't deserve this. My mother was a wonderful person. She always took care of me. When I was in the seventh grade, she bought me an acoustic guitar. From that moment on I knew I wanted to be in a rock band. I practiced everyday.
Eventually my mother married again. He was a good guy and all, but he was never interested in me. I was finishing eighth grade when it all happened. Not long after he moved in, he said the words I dreaded - we're moving.
I thought my world would end. I had so many friends. I wasn't popular, but I wasn't a loser either. To tell you the truth, I was the class clown. Goofing off constantly. I was happy and didn't want to leave. There was no way I could change their minds.
November of my freshman year came quickly and I bid farewell to that little town. Goodbye, Conneticut. Hello, New York.
FADE TO BLACK: In the Beginning
It's cold, I don't know why I remain here, sitting. The sky is getting dark, as if it will rain soon. Yet nothing seems to make me move. Where had life gone? All the hopes and dreams I once had are finally shattered.
As I look back at myself, I see everything I did wrong. My world has dissolved from a universe of love and opportunity, to a dingy street in a tired city. I'll surrounded by drug dealers, homeless, prostitutes, and nobodies - like me.
Growing up I was an average kid - almost. My father was never around. He was always busy at work. When I was in the fifth grade, my mother caught him sleeping with another woman. By next year they were divorced. It didn't effect me too much. It's not like he was around, anyways. She didn't deserve this. My mother was a wonderful person. She always took care of me. When I was in the seventh grade, she bought me an acoustic guitar. From that moment on I knew I wanted to be in a rock band. I practiced everyday.
Eventually my mother married again. He was a good guy and all, but he was never interested in me. I was finishing eighth grade when it all happened. Not long after he moved in, he said the words I dreaded - we're moving.
I thought my world would end. I had so many friends. I wasn't popular, but I wasn't a loser either. To tell you the truth, I was the class clown. Goofing off constantly. I was happy and didn't want to leave. There was no way I could change their minds.
November of my freshman year came quickly and I bid farewell to that little town. Goodbye, Conneticut. Hello, New York.