Author's Note: This was inspired by the fact that everyone's going to die on Mark and he'll be alone! (And the fact that, besides Angel, he's my favorite!) By now you people should know what I own (flipping awesome socks, Bolt and now Symphony, see Strike and now Push In The Right Direction) and what I don't, but for those of you who think I did make RENT:

I don't.

I have a total of one whole vote on my poll and, even though it says to write another TT fanfic, this one was already mapped out in my head so I'm adding it! Sorry for not listening!

Symphony's POV

I huddled in my corner coughing deeply. I knew I wasn't going to make it through the night. A drag queen ran towards me and knelt at my side. "Oh my." She looked over her shoulder and shouted, "Oh Collins! Hurry!" I coughed again; a rasping cough that shook my whole body. Tom Collins, my old professor, suddenly appeared right in front of me. He helped me up and, without a word, helped me to an old apartment building.

Inside a man was playing a guitar and sitting on an old beaten down couch. He had blonde hair and, I'll admit it now, was fairly good-looking. From behind anyway. "Roger!" Collins shouted.

The man, who I now knew was Roger, ran over and looked at me for a moment. "Mark!" he yelled and ran towards the adjoined kitchen.

Mark ran in from what I assumed was a bathroom. He wore a red sweater, with holes, a pair of glasses, and a scarf. (A.N.: Couldn't resist putting in the scarf!) He stared at me for a moment and I was worried he'd found me out. (A.N.: She's disguised as a guy remember?) Thankfully, Roger came back with a cool, damp rag. Somehow I made my way to the couch with the aid of Collins and Mark. I tired to protest, but Collins shushed my and made me lay back down. "Go to sleep, man." And I did.

Symphony's POV (Next Day)

I woke up covered in warm blankets and surrounded by silence. Opening my eyes, I saw the drag queen hovering over me worriedly. "Oh! Good you're awake. I was beginning to worry." She chuckled. "I'm Angel by the way." She smiled warmly.

Returning her smile I began to stand up. "Thanks so much for everything you've done, but I really have to go and I don't want to be a burden." I said struggling to keep my voice disguised.

Angel saw right through me. "Why?"

I knew immediately what I meant and adverted my eyes. "These guys on the street…" I trailed off hoping she'd understand.

Angel nodded. "Of course. Now come on, let's go grab some food with the others. I won't tell she added and walked out the door.

I followed her but quickly stopped in my tracks. "But I don't have any money."

Angel laughed. "Oh, honey you don't need any money. Tonight Joanne's paying." Then she took my hand and let me out into the cold of New York City.

The restaurant was small and warm. There were very few people so it was fairly easy to spot Collins, Roger, and Mark. Angel immediately took a seat between Collins and a woman I'd never seen before. Her hair was dark brown and she looked young, about my age. She was holding hands with Roger who was on her left. On the other side of Roger were too women I'd never seen before either. Obviously, they we together. Hand in hand, puppy-dog eyes…you get the idea. One had dark skin and black hair. The other the exact opposite; her skin pale and her hair blonde. Next to the blonde was Mark. I sat next to him.

Everyone stopped and looked at me. "Um…Hi." I said totally forgetting to lower my voice. I looked at Angel and she nodded. "My name's Symphony." I said and took off my baseball cap. My hair fell down around my face like a light brown halo.

Looking up I saw everyone in different states of shock. Collins, smooth as ever, was the first to speak. "I thought I knew you from somewhere. Symphony Taylor. One of my favorite students."

I smiled widely. "Why thank you!" Everyone was looking back and forth from me to Collins in confusion. "Oh, he's my old professor."

Collins laughed. "Professor…ha! I don't think anyone learned a thing in that class. Oh Sym? What's with the...uh." He gestured to my outfit.

"Oh! These guys on the street."

Collins continued our conversation completely oblivious to the people around us. "So where are you staying now?"

"Um…the corner of B and 2nd. " I blushed. "Under the fire escape."

"You can stay with me!" The girl who was with Roger offered. "I'm Mimi by the way." She pointed to Roger. "This is Roger. Then is Joanne and she's with Maureen." I looked at Mark who seemed to be staring at something behind me. I turned around slightly. There was this girl in a pink dress. Ugh…men. Not that I was jealous or anything. "Yeah," Mimi said, "That's Mark."

Mark blinked once and was jolted from staring at…whatever he was staring at "What?!"

"I was introducing you. Why were you staring at Symphony?"

Mark blushed. "I-I wasn't. Are we, uh, ready to order?"

Everyone but Mark, and vegetarian Maureen, ordered a hamburger with fries. Mark only got fries. "Uh…Mark?" I asked.

He looked up from the glasses he was wiping off. "Yes?"

"Shouldn't you…you know, eat more?"

"No…why?"

"Because it doesn't seem like a lot of food. Here, take half of mine." I shoved some of my sandwich towards him.

He slid it back. "Really, I'm fine."

I tilted my head a bit and in the sweetest tone I could muster said, "Please, Mark?"

"Oh…okay." He took the sandwich and began eating hesitantly.

"Go on." I urged. "It's not poisoned."

Collins looked on, an amused smile on his lips. "Wow, you actually got Mark to eat food. Amazing."

I smiled. "I do what I can."

Maureen muttered something I couldn't catch and Mark said, "Come on Maureen. She gave me 'The Sad Face.' You know better then anyone I can't resist 'The Sad Face'."

Maureen laughed. "Especially, Sym's!"