I own nothing of Rent… Jonathan Larson, you rock my socks. Please critique and review:D

The crisp air of an autumn morning brought newfound energy to those who had the pleasure of tasting it. This was an equivalent of 'spring fever' for quite a few people who lived in New York. It was just cold enough to need blankets, but not actually freeze to death. Thank god! Cars sped down the roads not regarding those around them. For the homeless it was an opportunity to make an 'honest living', and sell some things they purloined.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

The sound echoed off the loft halls loudly and clearly. It was a new arrival to their little group. This wasn't exactly an expected one. It was probably Benny heckling them for the rent that they apparently didn't have. Everyone was together at the loft for one reason: Last night the 'family' had a surprise party for Maureen and Joanne since they had gotten together once again after a teeny tiny break up. Hopefully it would keep them together for once; after all, they realized how much they missed and appreciated each other...finally.

A glance was made to every member of the room. Who was going to answer it this time? Most likely Mark, since he wasn't involved in the little signs of affection or anything. He would want to film the moment anyways; it would probably fit in nicely for his movie that he was creating. When was that going to be finished by the way? Its release date was just as widely unknown as Roger's 'one song glory'.

"Hey honey, are you going to get that?" Angel's voice chimed breaking the silence. If it was Benny, she could tease him about his Range Rover, but other then that… The yuppie wouldn't bring up much entertainment for her. Plus, she had no business answering their door. Also, Collins was too comfortable of a chair to move from him. Outfit of the day? Just one of her favorite skirts, a tennis one with flowers on it, to be more precise. Of course they were accompanied with her trademark Go go boots and whatnot. Not to be forgotten was her tights with her red coat and a shirt that she had designed.

Picking up his camera and checking to see if it had enough juice in the batteries Mark stood up. Cranking the handle he smiled. Perfect! It was working great. This camera had become a part of him, an extension of his body. Moving forward towards the door he spoke loudly enough for everyone and the camera to hear, "Enter: The loft door. It brought us Mimi, Collins, Angel, and Benny. What's next?" The filmmaker's voice was filled with drama to make the event seem much more memorable, and exciting. That's his job. Making normal things and lives look amazing.

The door opened with a creak and what was revealed was not exactly what everyone expected.

Confused looks and a gasp and Angel nearly fainting were the reaction to what was… for once, someone other then Benny.

-To be continued in next chapter