It was early morning. Roger just woke up and saw the morning sky rising with a magnificent red color in the distance. He yawned and walked to the kitchen to get a box of Captain Crunch.

Roger reached inside the refrigerator and thought hey we got power YES! Nothings spoiled, he frowned, I think and he took a whiff of the milk.

"Blech," roger squinted his eyes, "eh I'm hungry it has gotta do"

He poured the milk into the bowl, wiping his eyes every so often, and slowly grabbed the cereal box hungrily. Roger took one look at the cereal as his stomach grumbled.

"Fuck it," He said as he shoved the cereal down his throat. The flavor filled and he grabbed the milk in the bowl and shoved that down his face as well. Leaving Milk dripping all over his face. He started having a lot of fun with the cereal and started playing invisible guitar in the air with the spoon and a captain crunch cereal piece for the guitar pick.

He hummed as he played, laughing as he went.

Mark suddenly woke up. What are all of those annoying noises?? So he climbed out of bed and walked to the kitchen wiping his eyes awake as he went. He looked down as he normally did never really looking up unless his camera was in his hand. The second he crossed over to the kitchen part of the loft he saw it. Roger acting like a maniac throwing cereal in the air.

"Roger!" Mark yelled, "What the hell do you think you're doing!"

Roger turned around swiftly in place, as blood rushed to his cheeks. He looked around the kitchen… it was a mess. There was milk everywhere and cereal in places cereal should not be.

"Sorry dude cant a guy have some fun in his life?" Roger questioned looking at Mark, "You should have some more fun too"

"Hey for someone who loves "fun" you sure don't get out much"

"For Mr. Camera boy," Roger said walking next to Mark drinking whatever milk out of the carton was left, "Got Milk?" Roger smiled and poured the milk down Marks head.

"HEY WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR!?!" Mark shouted grabbing the milk carton from Roger and slamming it on the counter table.

"For being a smart-ass, I hope you remember this lesson," and with one wink Roger went to get his guitar.

Mark shook off his wet head and patted it down with a towel; take a shower later…not going anywhere anyways. Mark headed towards the refrigerator and started making breakfast.

"I'm writing one great song before I," Roger sang and played a few guitar strings, it sounded all to familiar to Mark. Maybe it was the same thing Roger has been saying for over a year. Needing to find his song. Needing to find something important before he dies from his sickness of AIDS. He wanted to leave his mark on this world. Something to remember him by.

Mark looked at Roger and thought, hey isn't this ironic I have my camera and he has his guitar. I always film. He always tries to find his song. He never finds his song. I never find my film. He looked at Rogers's guitar again. It was old. Roger had it since he was in a rock band a few years ago. But he quit trying to find a career of his own. But obviously he isn't getting anywhere.

"Are you sure you don't want to go out? Get some air?"

Roger looked at Mark, "I have a song to find"

Mark shook his head and plopped down on the couch sinking in his deepest thoughts. Letting the world come in around him. Slowly and steadily the world became one and Mark was at peace.

Then Roger and Mark looked at each other for the heard a sound from their door.

Knock knock knock…

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