Mark was bored, so very bored. He stared at the beloved fender and wonders why Roger doesn't trust him with it. Mark remembers that Roger is out with Mimi and reluctantly walks up to the guitar. The expression on his face is like the one on a two year old as they reach for the forbidden cookie jar.
Mark picks up Rogers baby and gently strums a tune that he remembers from the lessons He and Roger took together when they were kids in band. Mark jumped up as the door opened. Roger and Mimi walked in.
"What the hell are you doing with my guitar?" Mark froze; he knew he was in trouble. Rogers faced was red and tensed. Mimi put her hand on his shoulder, Roger stroked it.
"Uh, calm down Roger, I'll put it down."
"You're not getting out of this one Marky, you're in trouble."
"But I didn't hurt it, I wasn't doing anything!" Mark raised his hands in the air and the wooden acoustic dropped. They all looked down at the shattered guitar. "Out, GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!" Roger chased Mark all the way to the other building where Collins and Angel lived. Mark pounded on the door. Collins answered and Mark rushed in, slamming the door quickly.
"What's going on Mark?"
"uh, I broke Rogers's fender in front of him."
"Uh oh..." Collins eyes got huge.