Title: A Little Bit of Everyone
Genere: One Shot.
Rating: PG
Subject: Rent
Summary: I suck at summaries. But it's about the daughter of Roger and Mimi Davis from Rent…post Rent.
Disclaimer: I do not own Rent by Jonathan Larson. I own my own character Glory Angel Davis.
"My name is Glory Angel Davis. I am 16 years old and I am infected with HIV." I said to the group. "The Group," as I call it, is Life Support. My dad thought it was a good idea, he said that it made him feel better to talk about what's going on and he said he met great people who were open and honest. He said it would be good bonding too. I hadn't really been with him that much after my mom died. I was too wrapped up in everything.
I felt my dad squeeze my hand tight, as I continued my story. "I'm named after a song my father wrote, and my godmother that I've never met. Her name was Angel, and she is an Angel. She died from HIV when I wasn't born, but I have this picture of her I bring everywhere. She went here, so it helps to know I'm surrounded with people who knew her." I gave a weak smile. I continued yet again. "My parents, Roger and Mimi, are carriers of the diease, so I guess that's how I caught it. My mother died of it two years ago. But she was a fighter, she my was my fighter, and my hero." I said as I started to get watery eyes. I quickly wiped my eyes.
"Could you tell us a little about yourself Glory?" Steve, the "leader" of Group asked. I simply nodded and started to talk, thanking him in my head to get the subject off my mom and my sickness.
I thought about what to say. "Well, like I said I'm 16 years old, I'm a junior at the local high school." I thought of more to say. "I play volleyball, something I picked up at a camp when I was little. I play guitar, accustic mainly. My Uncle Mark calls me "Daddy's Girl," because my dad plays guitar too. I also dance. That's when I'm called "Mommy's girl." I started to tear again, just the thought of my mother. "My mom danced, I guess that's where I picked it up."
I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw my father wiping tears from his eyes. I just smiled and he kissed my cheek. "And you're just as beautiful as she was. Keep going love." He said. That was his nickname for me, Love, he says it's because I'm always loving, even when I'm upset.
I took a deep breath and continued. "Um, well I don't have a big family, but I love them. My Uncle Mark works for Buzzline, but my dad says it's a waste of time." I heard my dad laugh. I smiled. "My Uncle Collins works and NYU, still trying for 'Actual Reality,' but he's getting closer and closer. My Aunt Joanne is a lawyer, a very good one. And my Aunt Maureen is the one who spoils me. She works around the house. We all pretty much live in the same building, just different lofts. Me, my dad, and Mark live in one. Uncle Collins shares a room with Uncle Mark, when he comes back to East Village for breaks."
I smiled as I saw Uncle Mark coming in with his camera. He was starting a new documentary again. I waved. "Hi Glory." He whispered to me as he started to wind his camera and start filming.
"I also film a little. Nothing big, just parties and stuff. I don't have my own camera, so I use Uncle Marks. I have a little bit of everyone in my family in me. I'm just like them. I have the same hobbies as them." I smiled as I wrapped up my story and sighed. I felt my dads hand rub my back.
Steve nodded. "What a great story." He smiled. "Welcome to Group Glory."
"Thank you." I whispered as we continued our meeting. I guess this wasn't going to be bad after all.