Well, I'm going to say this upfront- I hope you like this. I used this idea for sentences on a vocabulary test. I liked it so much, I decided to make it into a story. Marc is actually based off of my teacher (his name is actually Mark, and he doesn't like RENT either. It's kinda scary, because Mark Cohen looks like a cross between this other teacher and the real Marc. It freaks me out SO much). But, I guess it's only the idea. I dunno if Marc will continue to be based off of my teacher or not, but probably not. I don't own RENT, obviously. Enjoy!

Marc Kohan hated RENT. Sure, he understood why people liked it, but he didn't like it in the least. There were many, MANY reasons. First off, they poked fun at a very touchy and serious subject. And there were many unnecessary things, mostly pertaining to the characters. Like that stripper. Completely uncalled for! And then there were just the characters in general. One was too much of an extrovert. Another was a work-o-holic. One was stuck up. Another seemed to be an alcoholic. The other was just way too nice. One was too depressed. And those were the least bad. Marc only remembered the name of one character- Mark Cohen, the whiney, pathetic, weak cameraman that shared his name. Heck, he was Marc Kohan way before Mark Cohen was even a thought! Yes, Marc could go on and on about the things he disliked about RENT, but that's not what this story is about, so let's move on.

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Marc sighed, rolling his eyes. His wife, being a big animal lover, had brought home a little puppy for a while. 'Just until he finds a home,' Marc recalled, remembering the pouty look on his wife's face.

It's not that Marc didn't like dogs, in fact, he liked them very much. It was just that this dog was, well, evil, and it didn't help that his wife had gone out of town for the week. The satanic little pup, Scamp, was adorable, but had already chewed all the furniture beyond repair. And on top of that, Demon Dog had destroyed his memo mate, one of his most prized possessions.

"You are one obnoxious, annoying, demonic flap of fur." Marc mused as Scamp ripped another hole in his good shoes.

Scamp bared his teeth and growled, as if sensing that the man had just insulted him. In a flash, the dog had attacked Marc's feet.

"Ah!" he shrieked, stepping backwards and tripping on a doggie toy.

Before Marc had time to do anything, he fell and hit his head hard on the corner of the coffee table and the world went black.

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"Ohhhhhhhh," Marc moaned, rubbing his sore head, "When I get my hands on that dog…"

However, he was interrupted by a somewhat familiar voice. "And he lives!" it said cheerfully.

Marc opened his eyes, surprised to find himself in a shabby loft apartment. He looked at the man sitting on the broken couch. He had long, sandy blonde hair and bright green eyes. Suddenly, it hit him.

No, Marc thought to himself, This can't be possible…

"Roger?" Marc asked nervously.

The man smiled. "Who else?"

Marc frowned and mentally groaned. It couldn't be…he was stuck in the world of RENT.

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"Owwwwwwww," Mark grumbled, rubbing his temples, "That was some party last night."

Mark was met by a strange surprise when he opened his eyes. How'd he get in such a spacious, nice house? The last thing he remembered was drinking the huge mug of beer that had been shoved in his face at Roger's gig. He wouldn't have even done it if they hadn't taken his camera.

Mark swatted away the cute little puppy nibbling on his shoe before making his way to the bathroom to splash water on his face.

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After finally finding the bathroom, Mark froze when he saw himself in the mirror. Well, actually, it wasn't him. It was a middle-aged man with glasses and gelled, spiked hair.

This can't be good… Mark thought to himself.

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"So let me get this straight," Roger started, rubbing his chin, "You're not Mark, but your name is Marc and you're in Mark's body."

Marc nodded.

"And you're from the quote-on-quote 'real world'. You were in your house, conked your head on the coffee table and woke up here."

Marc nodded again.

Roger looked at him before asking, "How much beer did you have to drink last night?"

Marc sighed and rolled his eyes. This was going to be tougher than he'd bargained for…