DISCLAIMER:Honestly,if I owned Rent, I would be with Roger right now,and I would be his song,okay?
For the millionth time, Roger Davis ended his day by picking up his guitar and sauntering into his room. It seemed like every day since Mimi has passed, Roger knew his days were numbered.
He sat silently, eyes closed and he strummed his guitar. It was no use. Mimi had been his song, and his song had died. He needed inspiration, something.
What he needed was a new song. And he was aware of that.
Just then there was a knock at his door, and Mark shyly looked in.
"Uh, a few of us are getting together tonight…at The Life."
Roger shook his head "So..?"
Mark sighed "So I wanted to know if you wanted to come. Everybody is worrying about you, you know."
Roger rolled his eyes "Who's everybody?"
"Me, Collins," Mark looked down. "And Joanne and Maureen…"
"Whatever." Roger replied, obviously impatient. He expected Mark to say Angel and Mimi's name too.
"Well…if you ever need to talk…lemme know." Mark said softly and closed the door behind him.
Roger laid the back of his head against the wall and strummed the familiar guitar again. He closed his eyes. He needed something. Anything. Anybody. He thought of Mimi's laugh, her gorgeous eyes…the night they met. He had been so lonely, but everything seemed right after he had met her.
You were the song all along
And before the song dies…
Roger sighed and opened his eyes. And right there, before him, was Mimi.
His jaw dropped open and he squinted.
Am I high or something? He thought.
She was right there, her eyes lit up the entire room.
I should tell you
I should tell you
I have always loved you
You can see it in my eyes
Roger blinked, and she was gone.
Suddenly everything made sense to Roger. Even though Mimi was gone, she was still there. He couldn't stop living life just because hers had ended. She had been his song, and she still was.