NOTE: Any thing slanted is thoughts
NOTE#2: Any thing underlined is Roger singing.
NOTE#3: please ignore my few lines of some random song I can up with at the top of my head.
No! it can't be. It's impossibe! Unfortantly for Roger, it was true. Mimi was moving out. 'But, you can't leave! Who will remind me to take my AZT?' Roger asked, making a reason for him to stay. 'Collins is here. Plus you got Moreen, Joanne, Mark and Angel. You'll be fine!' Mimi insured. He grabbed a pair of his pants, folded them, then stuck them in his suitcase. 'What if... What if I write a song! You'll never know!' Roger said unpacking Mimis pants. Mimi laughed. 'You can still call, The odds of you getting around to writing a song are rare anyways. Pass me my skirt.' Roger grabbed it and held it high above his head. Mimi walked up to him and streached to reach it. 'Roger!' Mimi snapped finally reaching her skirt. 'Your acting like a baby!' Roger sighed and realized there was nothing he could do to stop Mimi. She was really leaving him. He walked out of Mimis room and sat down on the couch. As he watched Mimi walk out the door, he sighed, thinking only the worse was to come. He grabbed his gutair and sat back down on the couch and begain to sing.
'You told me you'd stay forever. You told me you'd never leave. But it seems the worst has come, 'cause your walking away from me.'
From outside the room. Mimi and Mark had there ears pressed aganst the closed door. 'See' Mark said straightning up. 'I told you he just needed a little insperation.'
Wow.
