A/N: Hey, everyone! After a long hiatus of fanfiction, I'm back, and with a new fandom! I've sort of fallen out of the whole Naruto thing, though maybe when I get caught up I'll write it some more. Nowadays I'm all about the theater, baby, and I saw RENT for the first time last week. You all know how I can get with obsessions, so it is safe to consider myself a certified RENThead. This piece is a cracktastic little thing that I dreamed up, based on my own desire for a career in stage theater. Crackfic. Humor. Lolwut.
(and also, yeah, I may use names I know, or take character traits from me or my friends, but I assure you, the OCs are Original. I'm not specifically basing any character off of someone I know.)
And without further ado, enjoy!
She's dressed wildly, shiny blue pants, low cut top, and her hair flying everywhere. Her clothes fit her form almost too well, and she grins knowingly at the
drunken applause she's getting. A man she knows pretty well hands her money, and she slides it into her plunging neckline. She feels on top of the world,
sexy, amazing, more beautiful then she has ever felt before. The crowd is screaming; "Mimi! Mimi!" as she spins faster and dips lower.
She puts on a coat, the adrenaline pumping faster then ever. She reaches her mark, and slinks towards him, sitting and plucking aimlessly at a guitar. He
looks up, shock crossing his features. She captures his mouth with hers, and it's a second of apparent bliss, before he pushes her away roughly. They're
yelling, and the fever of the moment grows stronger. They walk away from each other, each shouting their beliefs, no day but today, leave me in peace, I
want to stay, no, go away.
Three men walk towards her, one in heels and a skirt. They reinforce her, back her, tell her she's right. Tell him she's right.
They walk away from each other, trying not to look back. Still living in the last few moments, they wait for their yea or nay.
Those few moments are eternity.
