Disclaimer: I do not own RENT!

I know its short, but itsmore of an intro than an actual chapter, the chapters to come will be longer!

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"Ugh," Mimi said sitting on the old, torn up couch, where she had spent the majority of her days since she came back. Ever since she came home from the hospital 2 weeks ago, Roger insisted she stay in the loft, for fear of a repeat of that Christmas Eve. Mimi, agreed to this, but still hated it. She felt like a prisoner. She had also quit her job at the Cat Scratch Club, which was also one of Roger's requests.

Money wasn't tight though. Roger had joined a band, Mute, which had gigs almost every night at local clubs. His song that he wrote for her, "Your Eyes", was sold in almost every music store in the East Village, which brought them more money. Mark's film, Today 4 U, had won an award at a film festival and earned him some prize money.

But right now, Mimi was bored, very bored.

She trudged over to their cassette player. She searched the drawer where they kept their tapes for a minute, then found the one with Roger's song, and played it. She quietly sang along with it, knowing the song entirely by memory now. As the rest of the songs were playing she looked around the Loft.

She needed to do something, anything.

She went in to the kitchen, or what was supposed to be the kitchen, and looked in the fridge. After a few seconds she pulled out the orange juice carton, obeying Roger's rule not to drink anything with alcohol, and went in search of a glass. She looked in the cabinet, nothing. She looked in the drawers, nothing. Then her eyes wandered over to the sink.

"So that's why we get take-out or pizza each night," Mimi said as she stared in amazement at the rather tall pile of dishes. "I don't know why I haven't noticed it before." She walked over to the sink, still staring at the pile of dishes.

"Well, I could surprise them and clean up the Loft a bit," she thought to herself, looking around at the rest of the place. "It's not like there's anything better to do."

It was an hour and a half later when Mimi put the last dish away.

"My fingers will be like this for a week!" she thought, staring at her wrinkling finger tips. She moved on to the dirty floors. It looked like a tornado went though that place! Clothes, shoes, everything was scattered over the floor. She searched the loft for a broom.

"Do these guys even own a broom?" she said. She went to the storage closet, and surprisingly, she found crates labeled "Mark's films".

"At least one of them is organized," Mimi thought as she grabbed one of the crates and returned to her spot on the couch. She opened it up. There were probably 20 or so reels, all labeled. One of them caught her eye.

It was labeled: "Roger & April-1988/1989"

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