Author's Notes: Had this idea for awhile, and after writing the poem Second Song Glory, the plot bunnies came at me with full force. Damn them all to hell. Anyway: this will be a Roger/Phoebe friendship ficcy. Pairings include the norm: all canon really, and of course Phoebe/Mark. Takes place after Will You so that means that yes Phoebe and Mark are married. :) Title was inspired by a song off of Anthony's CD: Look Around called Room to Breath. I love that song and love the lyric: You're star is due for shooting... And this ficcy is a good excuse to use the song. :) Also, in this Phoebe composes a song for Roger but I'm not really much of a song writer so yeah... Ten to one you really won't see the song on here.

"...It's what the loss of our friends brings
It's in the way you held my strings
It's now all the little things
I can't help but down
Sometimes I wish I'd never known just how brilliantly you shown
Right before you threw the stone to cast me out"
-Room To Breath, Anthony Rapp

You're Star Is Due For Shooting:
By: LOSTrocker

Chapter One:

"That was awsome you guys!" Mark, along with other bohos applauded the rocker and the writer's musical efforts.

Phoebe had written Roger a song, everyone was suprised because they didn't really know she could write them. So, after a month or two of playing around with it, Roger finally nailed in the head. When the song was good to sing, he and Phoebe gathered their friends at the loft and Roger sang it to them. Phoebe helped a little by doing back up, though she was not much a singer...

Roger and Pheebs took their bow and joined their friends. Roger sat beside Mimi who congratulated him with a kiss, and Phoebe took Mark as her seat. "Have a secret," she whispered to the film maker. "That song was about you."

Mark smiled and turned a light shade of red. "I kind of had a feeling about that." he whispered back to her and they too exchanged a kiss.

"Gee, I wonder who that song could have possibly been about?" teased Collins, eyeing Mark.

"Yeah, I wonder." followed Angel.

"Love song, who would have thunk." Mimi couldn't help but joined in.

"Oh come on guys, give her a break." said Roger, coming to the writer's defense. "At least its half way desent. I couldn't write something like that if I tried, well, besides Your Eyes."

"It is good," Angel agreed. "I knew my sister always had this talent. I think you should try to get that song on the radio."

They laughed at her. "Are you kidding sis?" Phoebe asked her. "I've been trying to get published for the past what? 5 to 10 years, and I get rejected... What makes you think I could get a record label to sign me as one of their song writers?" she then added: "Besides, you have to have connections to get in, and I don't think we have-"

"Benny." Maureen said. "Remember our good ol' friend Benny?"

"Oh yeah, forgot about him." said Phoebe. "Well, his fault, he doesn't show his rich ass around this dump anymore."

"Hey," Roger and Mark said, coming to their loft's defense.

"Sorry you guys," she apologized.

"But what if you tried to talk to him-" Angel couldn't finish, Roger snapped:

"No way, I'm not selling my soul to that Yupie Scum!"

"Rog," Mimi warned him to chill, he slightly did so.

"It's not a bad idea," Phoebe started to agree with her sister on this one. "And Joanne could be our lawyer like she was with Mark for Buzz Line, if she doesn't mind that is?"

"Not at all." replied Joanne. "I would be glad to help, just remember when you guys make it to remember the little people."

"C'mon Rog, it could work. We have a slight chance you know." Phoebe urged the rocker on this subject but he wouldn't budge on it.

"No."

"But-" she tried again.

"No." Roger repeated.

The tension in the loft was so thick you couldn't cut it with a knief. Then again bringing up Benny was almost like bringing up April. It always led to arguements and tension. "Someone please change the subject here, I'm drowing!" Roger insisted.

"Oh! Oh!" Maureen raised her hand.

"This should be interesting." said Collins.

"Guys, I see dead people!" Maureen announced dramatically, causing the others to laugh and lift some of the tension.

"Okay, who gave her back The 6th Sense?" asked Mimi. "I thought she wasn't allowed to watch that movie anymore because of little stunts like this." the dancer was in a fit of laughter.

"I thought I hid that thing well this time, dammit." cursed Joanne. The lawyer made a mental note to hide the DVD better once they got home.

While the others shared a good laugh, Mark noticed that Phoebe wasn't laughing. "Are you okay?" he asked her in a whisper.

"I'll tell you later." was her reply.

The film maker didn't find out what was wrong with her until they were in bed that night. "So, are you going to tell me?" he asked. "About before?"

Phoebe sighed with frustration. "Roger isn't the only one who wants to be famous. I do too. At least he got his chance. I haven't gotten mine yet..."

"You're really serious about the song aren't you?" Mark asked, wrapping his arms around her.

"More then anything." Phoebe said. "I felt something when I wrote that song Mark. I know it's going to make it... I don't want to die a nobody Mark..."

The film maker could hear the sadness in her voice and kissed her on the forehead. "You're not a nobody to me."

"I know, but do you get what I'm saying though?" she asked.

Oh yes, he knew. All the bohos did. They came to NYC to fullfill a life long dream of making it but NYC wasn't the city of dreams it appeared to be... "What should I do?"

"We'll try talking to Rog again okay?" Mark suggested.

That sounded like a plan, but Phoebe wasn't sure how bulletproof it was going to be considering this afternoon's convo. Still, one could hope, like they all did. Then the writer and film maker fell let sleep over come them.

TBC...

Author's Notes: (continued): I'm still playing around with this. So updates might take awhile.