Inspired by a snippet from Rent (the song).
Disclaimer: I don't own. I don't even rent. I just kind of borrow without asking.
Maureen's POV
The phone is ringing. Was I asleep? There's no way I have time to sleep right now. My protest is tonight. I hope everything is ready… since stupid Benny has the cops on standby for sure, I want to make sure this performance – protest- is the best the East Village has ever seen. I'm not going down without a fight.
What is that goddamned noise?!? Oh, right. The phone. I should probably answer that.
"It's me – Joanne
Your substitute production manager
Hey hey hey! (Did you eat?)"
Do I ever? Wait, don't answer that. I do. I'm sure everyone notices how much I eat. How I eat and eat and eat, much more than I should. They must notice how fat I am. Probably think that its disgusting that someone as fat as I am continues to eat so much food. They must think that I'm disgusting. Hell, I am disgusting.
I hope the equipment is working for tonight…
"Don't change the subject, Maureen"I'm not changing the subject, I just need to know if the damn equipment is working or not. If it isn't, I'll call Mark, he'll fix it. Ok, maybe I'm changing the subject a little…
"But darling -- you haven't eaten all day"
I know, isn't it great? But it's only, what, 9:30 pm? And everyone is going to the Life Café after my protest. I absolutely loathe public dining. And yesterday, yesterday I had that side salad at the Life… how fucking stupid! That's me, fat and stupid.
"You won't throw up
You won't throw up"
Yes, I will. If I eat, I will throw up, and you can't stop me.