This'll be just a bunch of preRENT drabbles and oneshots. If you have any requests, let me know!
Also, I just saw the Broadway Tour on Sunday, and it was friggin' AMAZING! Merle Dandridge played the best Joanne I have ever seen (while her only competition is Fredi Walker and Tracie Thoms, but still!), Justin Johnston was hilarious as Angel, but also very sweet at the same time; Michael McElroy played an awesome Collins. Nicolette Hart= FUNNY AS HELL. Lexi Lawson blew me away. Anthony Rapp (besides being completely and utterly adorable) made me laugh till my face hurt with his insane dancing and his complete.... Markyness. And, of course, Adam Pascal: His greatness is just too great for words. Plus, he was just plain sexy. ;)
"Roger?" Maureen asked lazily one random, insignificant day. "Do you bleach your hair?" She was lying on an old, faded red couch in the corner of their makeshift loft that was situated in Mark's backyard. Maureen poked Roger in the back of the head with her big toe to get him to pay attention to her.
The young guitarist whipped his head around and glared at her, "What?!" He growled. Roger never usually payed attention to Maureen. Why start now?
Maureen propped herself up onto her elbows and smirked, "Do. You. Bleach. Your. Hair."
"No. Why?"
"Oh, just because..." She yawned and idly combed her fingers through her dark, curly locks. Roger scowled at her and she made a face, "Alright! Remember that time I walked in on you naked?"
There was a sputtering noise from where Mark had disappeared to moments before.
Roger frowned and then grinned leeringly. He was about to make the comment of a lifetime (in his opinion, anyway) when Maureen cut him off.
"I was just remembering that your chest hair was brown," She stated, "I mean, like a really dark brown. How can you have this bright blond hair, but brown chest hair?"
Roger opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. His hand slowly crept up to his hair, and clutched it like a lifeline.
Mark padded into the room cautiously and sat down next to Maureen, who was staring at Roger with her head cocked to one side. Then, her hands flew to her mouth and she gasped loudly, her whole face lighting up with the realization of--
"Ohmigod! You bleach your hair!" She let out a hoot of laughter, "Really! How gay of you!"
His face turned red, but he desperately tried not to loose his cool, "I do not!"
Mark snickered.
"You do to! Holy shit! I never noticed before, but your roots are actually brown somedays!" She launched herself at him and began picking at his hair like a chimp. "Like today!"
Roger pushed her off and lunged for the nearest object that would give off his reflection, "What?!" He demanded, his voice high with panic. "Mark, tell me you don't see any brown!"
The corners of Mark's mouth twitched, "But I thought you said you don't bleach your hair, Rog." The Filmmaker said innocently.
Roger glared at him venomously, and, clutching his hair, ran for the front door without another word.
The Following Day...
"Ew!" Maureen shrieked, pointing at Rogers head, "I can see my reflection in it!"
... Any thoughts? :P