Author's Notes: Before you start reading, just know these are just song drabbles inspired by RENT songs. (Original Broadway Cast, of course.) Some are in out of order and I may or may not continue this, or make it into a full-out story. Just for now, enjoy the drabbles. :D
Mark - Harold
Roger - Trent
Benny - Duncan
Mimi - Gwen
Maureen - Izzy
Joanne - Le Shawna
Collins - Noah
Angel - Cody
In their apartment, Trent was too busy laughing at the flushed and embarrassed Harold after hearing the voice mail Harold's mom left on their answering machine. Harold scoffed at Trent, playfully pushing him away. He grabbed his video camera and turned it on, again trying to shoot something for a movie.
"Tell the folks at home what you're doing Trent!" Harold said as he held the video camera.
"I'm writing one great song." Trent answered, strumming his fingers on his guitar.
"The phone rings, gosh!" Harold said as the phone once again rang again.
"Yes." Trent said to himself, for he didn't want to say anything into the camera anyway.
"We screen." Harold said, zooming in on the answering machine as Harold's and Trent's answering machine droned out, "Speak..."
"Chestnuts roasting..." A voice sang from the machine and the two imminently knew who it was.
Harold grabbed the phone as he and Trent shouted out excitedly, "Dasari!" Otherwise known as Noah Dasari, their friend and old roommate.
"I'm downstairs." Noah said.
"Hey!" Harold answered back.
"Trent picked up the phone?" Noah asked, not believing it.
"No, it's me! Gosh..." Harold said, rolling his eyes.
"Throw down the key!" Noah said, not caring.
Harold puts down the phone for a minute as he fished for the keys of the apartment. After finding them, he putted them into a small leather bag and opened a window, throwing the bag out. From downstairs, Noah saw the bag drop by the pay phone he was using. He grabbed it, smirking. Harold went back to the phone.
"A wild night is now pre-ordained!" Harold said excitedly.
Before Noah could answer, two thugs appeared out of no where, holding clubs. Noah gulped nervously and said into the phone, "I may be detained..."
The two thugs jumped him and Noah went down, groaning in pain and dropping the pay phone, making it go dead.
Back in the apartment, Harold and Trent looked at each other, confused.
"What does he mean...?" Harold asked Trent, who shrugged for he was lost too.
The phone rang again and Harold picked it up, thinking it was Noah. "What do you mean 'detained'?"
Instead, they both heard a different voice go, "Ho ho ho!"
"Duncan!" They both went, than muttered, "Shit!"
Duncan, who was somewhere else, was on his cellular phone and dressed in the latest clothing.
"Dudes, I'm on my way." Duncan said, smirking.
"Great!" Harold and Trent said falsely, than muttered, "Fuck!"
"I need the rent." Duncan said seriously.
"What rent?" Harold asked, lifting a brow as he held the phone.
"This past year's rent; which I let slide." Duncan answered.
"Let slide? You said we were golden!" Harold said.
Trent grabbed the phone and said, "When you brought the building!"
Harold grabbed the phone back and said, "When we were roommates!"
Trent grabbed the phone again and asked, "Remember?! You lived here!"
Duncan scoffed through the other line, shaking his head. "How could I forget? You, me, Dasari, and Izzy." Duncan than chuckled and asked, "How is the drama queen?"
"She's performing tonight." Harold answered, frowning.
"I know. Still her production manager?" Duncan asked.
"Two days ago, I was bumped..." Harold said, looking away.
"You still dating her?" Duncan asked again.
"Last month, I was dumped..." Harold answered, now looking down.
Trent grabbed the phone and sang out, "She's in love~!"
"She's got a new man?" Duncan asked, disbelievingly.
"Well...No..." Harold said, hearing the question.
"What's his name?" Duncan asked, being seriously nosy.
Trent and Harold grabbed the phone and both said together, "Le Shawna~"
Duncan looked at his phone with a confused face. He shook his head and said into it, "Rent, my amigos, is due. Or I will have to evict you. Be there in a few."
Duncan hung up his phone and so did Harold and Trent. They both looked at each other, troubled. Trent grabbed his guitar and began to strum a melody he was trying to turn into a song. Harold sat in silence, trying to think over about their problem. Suddenly, a fuse blows and everything goes dark.
"The power blows..." Harold said distastefully.
"Fuck." Trent merely answered.
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Tune up #2 - Rent OBC Soundtrack
Meanwhile, somewhere outside, a homeless man walks down the street as he sang out a Christmas tune sarcastically. Not near by, was a very beaten-up Noah Dasari, limping as he walked but still groaning in pain. He glared at the homeless man as he continued singing the Christmas tune. But not a far, he could hear some drumming sounds too...
"Christmas bells are ringing! Christmas bells are ringing! Christmas bells are ringing! Somewhere else! Not here!" The homeless man sang as he continued walking away.
Noah rolled his eyes but couldn't help but agree with the homeless man. He kept trying to walk down the sidewalk but he was suddenly stopped when he heard a soft but yet gentle voice.
"You okay, honey?"
Noah looked up at where the voice came from and saw a guy sitting by a small Christmas tree and holding a pickle tub between his legs as he held two drum sticks in his hand. His soft brown hair matched his blue-green eyes as he looked down at Noah with a worried look.
"I'm afraid so." Noah answered him, smiling a bit.
"They get any money?" The boy asked again.
"No. Had none to get." Noah answered. "But they purloined my coat." Noah turned around and yelled out to the streets, "Well, you missed a sleeve!"
Noah turned back around and saw the boy softly giggling. He smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "Thanks."
"Hell, it's Christmas Eve," The boy said, smiling, "I'm Cody."
"Cody..." Noah said and let the name linger on his tongue. As he stared at Cody, he couldn't help but think how beautiful the boy looked; almost like an angel. "An angel of the first degree..." Noah said to himself softly.
Cody came down from where he was, putting down his pickle tub and drum sticks.
"Friends call me Dasari--Noah Dasari," Noah said and than pointed up at where Cody was, saying, "Nice tree..."
"Lets get a band-aid for your knee," Cody said, grabbing Noah's hand, "I'll change; there's a Life Support meeting at nine-thirty." Cody looked back at Noah and smiled sadly saying, "Yes, this body provides a comfortable home for the Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome."
"As does mine." Noah admitted.
Cody smiled widely, "Wow! We'll get along fine! Get you a coat, have a bite, make a night--I'm flush."
Noah blushed a bit and said awkwardly, "But my friends are waiting..."
Cody giggled a bit and said teasingly, "You're cute when you blush~"
Noah blushed even more, never feeling like this before. Cody giggled again and began to walk back to where his tree was, saying, "The more merri--Ho, ho, ho~!"
Than, he turned back around, pouting stubbornly as he said, "And I do not take no."
Noah lift a brow at this angelic-looking boy and found himself following him. Looking at Cody, he found himself caught in Cupid's arrow. And to think, Cupid works around Christmas time too.
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You Okay Honey? - Rent OBC Soundtrack