»Don't tell anyone anything«
By Daze
NOTE: this is a RENT story sort of influenced by The Catcher in the Rye. The title is taken from there. I do not own either of those. If I did, would I really be sitting at home in the wonderful town of Elmwood where nothing ever happens in a bad mood because I can't get into my room? RENT is © the late great Jonathan Larson and The Catcher in the Rye is © J.D. Salinger. Devin is © ... dunno. ((I actually know someone named Devin and if it weren't for him, I wouldn't have gotten this into Salinger's books so I decided to use his name.))
It's in Mark POV. And surprisingly, it's not M/R.
I look at everyone through my camera lens. Or more specifically, I look at a picture of everyone through my camera lens. What I wouldn't give to see everyone just one more time. "Sinners and Saints mingle in Hell before going there separate ways."
Maureen and Joanne live upstate now. I still see them. They come back to visit me. Maureen, Joanne, and Devin. They adopted a baby boy named Devin. I've been to their house, too. Maureen finally got her big break performing and they bought a really nice house. Lots of rooms. And lots of space. A huge back yard. Last month, I slept there for over a week. They keep asking me to move in with them, the guest room has pretty much become mine. Maybe I will, but right now, I feel like my place is at the loft.
Roger moved in with Mimi downstairs, again. That's one of the reasons I've been staying at Maureen's place so much. I miss him. He used to need me. Now he was Mimi. It's not that I don't want him to be with her; it's just that he doesn't need me anymore... and without that feeling, I need him. He comes up to the loft. Sometimes. When Mimi's at work, or when Mimi's visiting her family, or any other time when Mimi's not there. And Mimi is all Roger talks about.
Collins. He moved to New Hampshire. He said there's a great school up there that teaches free expression. When he heard about this, he applied for a job and got a full time teaching position. He sends he letters all the time. Money, too. He said he's making more that enough for himself, and he wants to share it. I called him last week just to hear his voice. And I told him that, too. He said he missed me and would be home as soon as school's out for the summer.
I pick up the book I was reading last night and trace my fingers over the words on the cover. "The Catcher in the Rye". I flip to the part I was reading and get lost in Holden's world. I read about how he bought his sister a record, but it broke and when he saw her, they danced around her room to the radio. I can't help but think about myself when I see the part about Holden hating the fact that he keeps seeing graffiti in the museum. I read for about an hour before coming to the last page. "Don't ever start to tell anyone anything `cause you'll start missing everyone." I stare at that last page before returning the book to its place on the table. I did start taking. And now I miss everyone. But I'm not alone.
By Daze
NOTE: this is a RENT story sort of influenced by The Catcher in the Rye. The title is taken from there. I do not own either of those. If I did, would I really be sitting at home in the wonderful town of Elmwood where nothing ever happens in a bad mood because I can't get into my room? RENT is © the late great Jonathan Larson and The Catcher in the Rye is © J.D. Salinger. Devin is © ... dunno. ((I actually know someone named Devin and if it weren't for him, I wouldn't have gotten this into Salinger's books so I decided to use his name.))
It's in Mark POV. And surprisingly, it's not M/R.
I look at everyone through my camera lens. Or more specifically, I look at a picture of everyone through my camera lens. What I wouldn't give to see everyone just one more time. "Sinners and Saints mingle in Hell before going there separate ways."
Maureen and Joanne live upstate now. I still see them. They come back to visit me. Maureen, Joanne, and Devin. They adopted a baby boy named Devin. I've been to their house, too. Maureen finally got her big break performing and they bought a really nice house. Lots of rooms. And lots of space. A huge back yard. Last month, I slept there for over a week. They keep asking me to move in with them, the guest room has pretty much become mine. Maybe I will, but right now, I feel like my place is at the loft.
Roger moved in with Mimi downstairs, again. That's one of the reasons I've been staying at Maureen's place so much. I miss him. He used to need me. Now he was Mimi. It's not that I don't want him to be with her; it's just that he doesn't need me anymore... and without that feeling, I need him. He comes up to the loft. Sometimes. When Mimi's at work, or when Mimi's visiting her family, or any other time when Mimi's not there. And Mimi is all Roger talks about.
Collins. He moved to New Hampshire. He said there's a great school up there that teaches free expression. When he heard about this, he applied for a job and got a full time teaching position. He sends he letters all the time. Money, too. He said he's making more that enough for himself, and he wants to share it. I called him last week just to hear his voice. And I told him that, too. He said he missed me and would be home as soon as school's out for the summer.
I pick up the book I was reading last night and trace my fingers over the words on the cover. "The Catcher in the Rye". I flip to the part I was reading and get lost in Holden's world. I read about how he bought his sister a record, but it broke and when he saw her, they danced around her room to the radio. I can't help but think about myself when I see the part about Holden hating the fact that he keeps seeing graffiti in the museum. I read for about an hour before coming to the last page. "Don't ever start to tell anyone anything `cause you'll start missing everyone." I stare at that last page before returning the book to its place on the table. I did start taking. And now I miss everyone. But I'm not alone.