Disclaimer: I don't own RENT.
How did we get here? How the hell?
It seemed impossible. So much had happened in the last year. Had it really been 10 months since his their new life had begun? It couldn't be.
Pan left, close on the steeple of the church.
Angel would have loved this place as cold and depressing as it is, Angel would have mind it the brightest and happiest place on the planet. Whether it would be threw her smile or her laugh, she would have found a way, she always did.
How did I get here? How the hell?
Christmas. Christmas Eve last year.
How can a night so frozen be so scalding hot?
How can a morning this mild be so raw?
Mark knew he would never forget that evening. The cold, unforgiving New York weather, Benny coming and ruining everything as usual, Collins getting mugged. It was certainly unforgettable.
Why are entire years strewn on the cutting room floor of memories?
When single frames from one magic night forever flicker in close up on the 3D IMAX of my mind.
That's poetic, that's pathetic.
He could see it like it was yesterday. His film didn't help. Sometimes he just wanted to forget everything, the night his life got better and yet so much worse.
Why did Mimi knock on Roger's door?
If she hadn't, then Roger would have been spared so much heartbreak and...confusion. Yes, he probably still wouldn't have left the house, but maybe it would have been better like that. Mark would never know now.
And Collins choose that phone booth back where Angel set up his drums.
Oh Angel. As much as Mark loved her, he wished Collins had never met her. Then none of them would have had to see Angel die slowly and painfully, there wouldn't have been an Angel shaped hole in his heart, and he wouldn't be reminded that soon, all of his other friends would go down the same road as her.
Why did Maureen's equipment break down?
Why couldn't her damn protest just go peacefully? He didn't love her anymore, he didn't. So why did he give in? Why did he help her and meet Joanne, yet another person who would end up leaving him alone.
Why am I the witness?
And when I capture it on film,
Will it mean that it's the end,
And I'm alone?
Roger was going to Santa Fe, which meant that Mimi would start using again, and probably very soon after. It's just how she coped with this kind of thing. It was almost certain that Joanne and Maureen would argue almost as soon as they could and there was no chance Collins could stay in New York. The place reminded him too much of Angel. The only reason he had stayed was for the funeral. It had been confirmed by Roger anyway that Collins was probably going back to teach at MIT. So where did that leave Mark? He never wanted to die alone, but it seemed that was what was destined to happen. It was almost as if once Angel died, so did the group. Apparently they needed Angel more than anyone had realised.