Author's Note: Thank you, freedomfighter82, I'm working the fire escape into my story now hehe. I got a lot of reviews already, thanks everyone! Now, chapter 2.…

Angel ran outside to the balcony.

"Oh my God, she's really gonna do it!" Roger exclaimed, "Wait Angel, sorry for that, don't kill yourself, geez!"

"You're such a silly-willy, Rog, I'm just pointing something out to you smarties there," Angel waved his hands about in the air, building up to something, "What we have here is a-uhhhhhh………."

Angel looked over to where he was about to point out the extremely obvious fire escape, but it wasn't there for some reason.

"That's weird." Angel stated.

"Where the hell's the fire escape ladder?" Roger pondered, once again pissed.

Suddenly the phone rang. No one answered. They listened to the message.

"SPEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAK!" exclaimed the recording, then they heard Benny's voice, "Hey guys this is Benny. Umm, lemme say this in the most calm, blaintant way possible…….."

Silence for a minute, everyone waited, and then Benny spoke again.

"Since you guys didn't pay your rent I decided to screw you over in an emergency so I had Alison's dad remove the escape ladders with a crane. PAY IF YOU WANT IT BACK! HAHAAAA! By the way, Mark, good luck on completing your film. And Roger, are you done your song yet…..? DIDN'T THINK SO! Haha okay talk to you later, byeee. BEEP."

"BENNY, YOU BASTARD!" Roger roared as he tackled the phone and threw it out the window.

"Roger, what the hell did you do that for! My God now we can't even get phone calls!" Mark hollered.

"Shut the hell up Mark! I'm really, really pissed!"

"How about we settle this over a thumb wrestling match!"

"Let's!"

So, Mark and Roger proceeded to thumb wrestle. They kept accusing each other of cheating, and it ended up in Mark hitting Roger over the head with his own guitar and Roger trying to break Mark's camera.

"CUT IT OUT!" Joanne finally yelled, "You guys are grown men, and you're acting like three year olds."

"Fine." Mark said, randomly calm, "Truce?"

"My guitar's not broken," Roger shrugged, "truce."

"Thank God." Angel said with relief.

Mark, Roger, Angel, and Joanne suddenly realized Mimi, Maureen and Collins were missing. They were in a corner reading a book.

"Hey, what are you guys reading?" Mark inquired.

"ZZZZZOMG, the friggin best PLAY like EVAAR!" Maureen cried cheerfully.

"Yo, dudes check it out, it's an opera." Collins said.

Everyone looked over his shoulder.

"What's it called?" Roger asked.

"Giacamo Puccini's 'La Boheme'……." Mimi said.

And so, after a while, everyone got bored and decided to act out La Boheme in the loft.

"I'm Marcello yay." Mark said sheepishly.

"I'm Rodolpho." Roger said.

"Hi, I'm Colline and I'm white." said Collins.

"Hey, someone totally copied my last name in here." Angel stated.

"I'M MUSETTA! AHH OMIGOSH LA LALALALALA LAAAALAAAAAALAAAAAAAALAAAAAALAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Maureen hollered at the top of her lungs.

"Okay," Mimi said, "I'm…..Mimi."

"WE KNOW THAT HUNNIE BUNS!" Maureen yelled.

"No, I'm Mimi the French soprano seamstress from this opera."

"NUH UH!" Maureen argued, "YOu're A FreAKin Slutty STRIPPER in SomE slEAZY CLUB!"

"Whatever, you know what then, screw this role playing crap!" Mimi yelled, and she went into a corner to shoot up some heroin. Maureen quickly followed to apologize with a hug.

"Detective Ed Green at your service." Collins randomly said.

"What?" Mark wondered.

"Ah, it's just I don't say much in this story. That and I'm trying to revive the role playing fun in the atmosphere. Now Roger, you're Theo from School of Rock!"

"Ah, whatever." Roger said.

Author's Note: I hope this was good. Don't worry, next chapter will be up tomorrow probably!