"Ready for your big night Maureen?" Mark said, filming her.
"This place is awesome." Roger stood in the aisle and looked around the empty Broadway auditourium.
All of the sudden, Roger sees this woman coming out onto the empty stage, wearing a lacy dress, looking so sad. The lights shone on her made an angel out of her. Roger could not stop staring at her. The woman look down to Roger, she looked away but then looked over to him again. The dark hair man dress up in a suit, grabbed her arm, whispered to her harshly and made her left the stage.
"Roger!" Mark whistled and waved his hand in front of Roger's face.
"Oh." Roger looked at him. "Sorry."
"Ready?" Mark asked as he went with Maureen and Joanne.
"Yeah." Roger nodded as he walked with them but then he turned his face back to the empty stage where he saw the sad woman few minutes ago before heading out with his friends.
Later, Roger was smoking and looking up at the stars while laying on the bench. All of the sudden, he heard running footsteps and sobbing. He got up and saw the shadow of a woman as she ran ahead. Roger didn't know what he was going to do so, he got up and crept forward to see the woman was doing. His eyes became wide when she was over the railing to attempt to suicide herself. He couldn't let the woman do that after what April did to him 3 years ago.
"Don't do it!" Roger spoke loudly.
The woman whipped her head back to him, "Stay back, don't come any closer!"
"Just give me your hand, I'll pull you back over." Roger reached out for her hand.
"No!" She yelled. "If you come near me, I'll let go."
Roger gulped and threw the cigarette over the rail, "Listen, Miss. I don't think you should do that."
The woman scoffed, "Why not? It would've been so much easier."
"I lost a friend of mine to suicide, and I know what's it's like to lose someone special. I mean what about your parents?" Roger asked. "
"I don't want to talk about it." She said it sharply.
"All right." He said it quietly. "But you have a whole life ahead of you. Like my friends say 'No Day But Today'." Roger held out his hand slowly, not want to scare her. "So come back over the rail. Please?"
The girl sighed, slowly reached her hand over and slipped her hand into Roger's. She finally turned slowly and looked up to Roger's face. He looked so gentle and different to her.
"I'm Roger Davis." He shook her hand.
"Jamie Elizabeth Maner." She said shakily.
"Come on." Roger smiled as he held her waist and she secured her arms around his neck as he pulled her over. Then fell to the ground together and they looked at each other's eyes for mere second. Jamie couldn't help looking at Roger's green eyes as the moonlight shone on them.
"Sorry." She got up and brushed herself then looked down to her dress. "Oh, no. My dress is ruined. Mother is going to kill me." She said.
"Don't worry, I have someone who can help you with that." Roger said. "Here let's go to my loft. It's not too far from here."
"Ok." Jamie nodded. "Thanks, Mr. Davis."
"Please, call me Roger." Roger smiled.
"Roger."
As they walked back, Roger noticed that she was shivering from the cold. "Here." He took off his leather jacket and put on her shoulders.
"Thank you once again." Jamie smiled.
"You're welcome." Roger smiled back. He loved her smile even though he just met her. "Here's the loft." He pointed out.
"Wow, it's huge." She looked up and then went in with Roger.
"And here's my home." He said as he opened the loft door.
"What a home, even for-" She stopped. "Sorry." She looked down.
"It's ok, we say that we're bohemians." Roger shrugged. "I guess they're not here yet."
"Who?" Jamie asked.
"My roomate and the girls." Roger said as he walked to the kitchen area. "They usually hang out here alot at this time."
"Oh." Jamie nodded as she took off the jacket and sat on the broken sofa.
"Do you want some tea while we wait?" Roger asked.
"Ok." She said, as she looked back at Roger.
"Sorry for me being rude but what made you run?" Roger asked as he sat on the sofa with her.
"I just don't like the way I'm living now. I'm forced by my mother to marry an older man who is 40 and is very rich." She said, starting to cry.
"Why would she do that?" Roger said as he rubbed his hands on her forearms to comfort her.
"She's afraid of losing debts, and winding up being poor." Jamie said, sniffling. "She doesn't care about me, all she cares about money and the wedding coming up. I hate my life so much. I feel like I'm in a crowded room, just screaming at the top of my lungs but no one hears me."
"I'm sorry." Roger said, lifting her chin to make her look up to him.
"You are?"
"Yeah. I am." Roger nodded and wiped her tears.
"I thought you would be totally be digusted by the way I am." Jamie said.
"No, no." Roger shook his head. "Why would I be?"
"Look around and me what I am wearing." Jamie said.
"Hey, look it doesn't matter." Roger said as he rubbed her back and then got up for kettle. "I don't see you as snobby rich woman." He brought the cup over to her. "I can see you as smart, bright, sweet person." Roger said as he sat down next to her again. "Even though, I just met you tonight."
"Yeah." Jamie chuckled softly and looked over to his guitar by the window. "Is that yours?"
"Yeah, I play and write songs." Roger said. "Sometimes, I play at this restaurant called the "Life Cafe" at night.
"Great. I'd love to hear you play if I can come." Jamie said sadly.
"Well I can do that now." Roger smiled as he got up and got the guitar.
Your
eyes
As we said our goodbyes
Can't get them out of my mind
And
I find I can't hide
From your eyes
The ones that took me by
surprise
The night you came into my life
Where there's
moonlight I see your eyes
How'd I let you slip away
When I'm
longing so to hold you
Now I'd die for one more day
'Cause
there's something I should have told you
Yes there's something I
should have told you
When I looked into your eyes
Why does
distance make us wise?
You were the song all along
And before
this song dies
I should tell you I should tell you
I have
always loved you
You can see it in my eyes
"Wow, that was beautiful." Jamie said.
"Thanks." Roger smiled and put the guitar next to him.
As the loft door slid open, revealing Joanne, Maureen, and Collins.
"HEEEEY ROGGG!" Maureen ran and hugged Roger, almost knocking him over.
"Maureen." Roger said smugly and pulled Maureen off him. "Hey guys, I want to meet Jamie."
"Hi." Jamie said softly and stood up.
"Jamie, I want to meet my crazy friends. That's Joanne and Maureen, they're lesbos. Just watch out when they grope-"
"HEY!" They shouted in unison.
"And that's Thomas Collins," he pointed to Collins.
"You can call me Collins." Collins smiled and shook Jamie's hand.
"Where's Mark?" Roger asked.
"He's still out, filming." Collins said as he brought the bags over to the table.
"Oh, ok." Roger said as he brought Jamie over back to the sofa.
"Jamie, what happened to your dress?" Maureen asked, looking down to her torn dress.
"It's a long story." Jamie sighed.
"We got time, Jamie." Joanne said sitting next to Jamie.
"After my father died, my mother found out we could be losing our money. So she decided to pair me up with my father's business partner's son to find another way to save the money. Dean talks about money and politics. And Mother and her friends are talking about the wedding for me and Dean. I hate it so much, I feel like I'm in my own bubble, just ready to be popped." Jamie said and started to cry.
"It's ok." Roger said, comforting her. "Everything is going to be okay."
"I want my life to be happy." Jamie sniffled.
"Don't worry, you got us." Maureen sat next to her.
"You guys?" Jamie looked up.
"Of course, we'll be there for you." Joanne said.
"Really?" Jamie asked.
"Of course, Babygirl." Collins smiled.
"Thank you." Jamie smiled.
"And there's that smile, I wanted to see." Roger said, wiping her tears.
"Now, I want to fix that dress before your mother gets suspicious." Maureen said. "How did it get ripped?"
"When Roger pulled me over the rail, it must've ripped." Jamie said.
"Here, I'll give you my clothes, while you can give your dress to her." Roger said as he walked to his bedroom.
"Thank you." Jamie said softly and turned back to the girls. "Is he ever like that?"
"Roger?" Maureen looked back to the bedroom and to Jamie. "All I can say he is one, sweet guy. He defintely changed when-" Maureen stopped when Roger came back with the sweats in his hands.
"Here you go Jamie." Roger smiled.
"Thanks, Roger." Jamie got up from the sofa.
"The bathroom is in there." Collins pointed the door.
"Thank you." Jamie nodded and closed the door.
After a while, Jamie hung out with the gang. Then she saw the clock, it was 9:30. Her mother and Dean would be home in an hour.
"Here you go, Jamie." Maureen handed her dress back.
"Thanks Maureen." Jamie smiled. "It doesn't look like it wasn't ripped at all."
"Well, I have a great ablility to make costumes." Maureen smiled. "Like the leather outifit that I wore?" She looked over to Joanne.
"Yes, Maureen." Joanne nodded.
"I'm gonna get changed into this." Jamie pointed to her dress and headed to the bathroom.
"Roger?" Collins called to Roger who was watching Jamie as she walked to the bathroom. Collins sighed, got out of the pillow behind him and threw at Roger's head to get his attention. "Roger!"
"HEY!" Roger turned to him. "Watch the hair! How many times do I have to say watch the hair?" He grumbled.
Then Jamie got out of the bathroom. "Well, I should get going. Mother and Dean will be home shortly." Jamie said. "Thank you. It was great to meet you." She hugged them. "I hope I'll see you soon."
"I'll walk you home." Roger suggested.
"Ok." Jamie nodded and walked out of the loft with Roger. "Your friends are very nice."
"They are. I can't live without them." Roger smiled. "They were there for me during the trouble times."
"That's great, Roger." Jamie looked up to him. "I wish I had friends like that."
"Well like what Mo said earlier, you can always have us." Roger said as he shoved his hands in his pockets.
"Yeah." Jamie said. "I know, it just-"
"What is it?" Roger asked.
"I don't know if I'm going to see you and your friends again." Jamie looked up to him, "My mother and Dean keeps me away from strangers that I don't know."
"Well you kinda know me for 3 hours so that makes me as your friend right?" Roger shrugged.
"You're right." Jamie smiled. "I'd like to see you and your friends again, you made me feel more welcomed."
"I'm glad, Jamie." Roger smiled.
"Here's your sweater, Roger." Jamie said, taking it off and then hand it to him.
"No, keep it." Roger smiled.
"Are you sure?" Jamie asked.
"You know, just in case if you're cold." Roger shrugged.
"Thank you." Jamie nodded and then saw her house with the lights off. "I guess, they're not home."
"Are you going to be okay?" Roger asked as they walked to her front door.
"Yeah, I'll be fine." Jamie smiled meekly. "Roger, I want to thank you for saving my life."
"No problem." Roger smiled. "If you need me, you can always find me in messy loft."
"Ok." Jamie laughed. "Good night Roger." She shook his hand and went inside.
"Good night, Jamie." Roger smiled before she closed the door.
