DISCLAIMER:Seriously? I don't even own a copy of the movie anymore.
A/N: If I get one review I shall I'll probably continue even if I don't get reviews but they will make me update faster... And if you read this story before then I'm truly sorry I abandoned it for sooo long, but real life is cruel. Anyway lets go.
Roger Davis ex-rocker was bored out of his mind. He sighed deeply and looked around his loft apartment that he shared with his friends and fellow bohemians, Mark Cohen and Ton Collins. But that really didn't matter right now since neither of them was home, Mark was out filming all the gritty filth NYC had to offer and God only knew where Collins was or what he was doing. Heaving another gusty sigh Roger let his gaze wander untill it fell on his once beloved guitar. He thought about trying to play something, anything really, but decided against it since he didn't really want to. He was bored but he was more so lonely.
Ever since Mimi had broken up with him, she had just packed up one day and said she was gong back home, he had been completely uninspired and so playing and writting only left him frustrated. Shaking his head slowly he sighed again. After brooding silently for another twenty minutes he decided that he might as well be bored outside the loft, at least there was more to see. They really should get a television or even a radio something that way the place would a less boring.
He took his time getting dressed, no one had been home but him so he had been able to just lounge about in his boxers and an undershirt, but the people outside hadn't earned the privilage of seeing him mostly naked so clothes it was. A pair of jeans, a simple t-shirt, his favorite boots. Roger stared at his leather jacket for a moment contemplating the pros and cons of wearing it. Finally he just grabbed the thing and started his way to the heavy sliding door.