When Maureen moved out, it was really bad. I don't remember much of it, but I remember bit, and they were nasty.

Mark was a mess. He cried a lot, and it was a bit pathetic, but I felt bad for him. According to him, Mo left him for some rich black chick. I'd say that'd be a kick to the balls. When he wasn't taking care of me, he was a bit lost. I wondered what he'd do without me as a pastime.

But, there was some good that came out of it. Well, other than Mark not being tied down to a lesbian, that is.

Mo left in a hurry, only taking her clothes. This means that she left some things behind. Some important things.

One of these things was Simone. Simone was her electric cello.

When I found it in their- Mark's- room, I was shocked. Mo loved that thing, it was annoying, she'd steal my amp all the time because we were too broke for her to buy one of her own. And she mistreated my patch cords!

Little known fact about me: In high school, I was a band geek. Glasses, nasal spray, and tuna sandwich lunches, the whole shebang. And I played the cello.

I adored it. The sound was so smooth, and sexy… guitar is my first love, but cello will always be my second. So, when I found Simone, I was pretty fucking excited!

I grabbed her, and hid her under my bed. I had to wait for Mark to go to bed to play it, he never lets me out of his sight otherwise, and if he saw her, he'd probably moan about how much Maureen loved her and start up crying again. God, what a mess that'd be.

At midnight, I popped my head out of the door to check. Mark had finally gone into his room; he liked to watch, to make sure I was sleeping. I'm a good faker, though. Atleast I was at that point. It was mid-December, and I was starting to feel like Roger again. It was pretty great. Better than puking and blacking out and constant shaking, anyways… where was I?

Right. So, I snuck out of my room, Simone and my amp in hand. We climbed onto roof, and found the plug-in stuck in the wall near the stairs. My adrenaline was pumping, I was so excited to try it out, especially after not playing anything for like, six months.

Finally, after some difficulty untangling the cord, we were set up. I sat on the wall around the edge of the building, and my body instantly went into performance position. I felt weird to be sitting up straight, for once. I put the bow to the instrument, and slid it gently across Simone's strings.

She was a little out of tune, but the sound still rang out, clear and bittersweet like dark chocolate. It was amazing. If she were a woman, she would've just came.

I tuned her by ear as well as I could (which is pretty damn well, if you must know) and played through some scales, before starting the only piece I knew by heart; Quando me'n vò, from Puccini's La bohème. For the first time in a few years, I was playing classical music, and for some reason, it still sounded good. I never did understand why kids my age thought it was lame, it's so expressive and wonderful. Someday, I hope I write a song half as good as even Twinkle, Twinkle.

I heard the door open, and looked up to see Mark, my little hero, in feetie pajamas.

I almost died laughing.

"Shut up, Mr. Cool Rockstar-Guy, or I'll tell everyone that you still have to wear a retainer!"

I silenced. "Okay. Fine. Deal."

He eyed me up. "Roger, go to bed."

"Maaaark, wooooo, this is a dreeeeeam!"

"Fuck off."

He stared at me for about fifteen minutes, before I gave in, and followed him down the stairs. He spared Simone a few odd looks, but luckily, that was all.

I haven't told Mimi, but she's still under my bed. Hope she doesn't get jealous…