A/N: Here it is, the long-awaited second chapter! It took me forever to get working on it, and tbh, I'm not entirely satisfied with the last paragraph, but if y'all like it, then I've done my job, lol. Yes, there's a Friends character in this part. R&R as always people! :D
Part 2
"MARK! ROG! OVER HERE!" Collins yelled as the pair entered the auditorium Maureen would be wooing in a few scant minutes. "Hey Collins! How the hell are you?" Roger said as he gave Tom a giant bear hug. Mark gave a huge grin and did the same. "Hey, Meems. Where's Joanne?" "Working the tech," she smirked as she pointed to a turret-looking structure in the middle of the audience space. Roger looked at Mark and gave a little half-smile. "See, what'd I tell you, man? Joanne is helping her." Mark grinned with relief. Thank GOD, he thought. Suddenly, the lights went down.
"HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOO, ST. MARK'S!"
The audience went wild as Maureen burst onstage and threw her jacket into the stands.
"Hey, guys? I need to get a little closer to the stage so I can film some of this. It won't take long," Mark whispered as he pulled out his camera and began to creep closer to the stage area. This was made a little more difficult due to the darkened lighting, so he couldn't exactly see where he was going…
"Last night, I had a dream…"
Jesus, where the hell is the stage? Mark wondered as he frantically wove his way through the throngs of patrons.
"A dream about love, and peace, and harmony among all people…"
He was finding it increasingly harder to move smoothly through the audience. "Ow! Fuck…" he muttered as he felt something smack his camera. He looked down for a split second and…
*BAM*
Mark fell to the ground, knocked out.
"Hey, you! Nerdy camera guy! You okay?"
"W-whaaa…" Mark's eyelids fluttered as he slowly came to. What he saw staring down at him nearly made his heart stop.
She's beautiful, he thought. She had long blonde hair, a small shoulder bag and a brightly-colored and flowery sundress on. "Yeah, I think he's fine," she called to someone in the distance as she attempted to help him up. "You ran into me pretty good," she laughed and lightly touched his forehead. "Ouch!" Mark winced a little, realizing she had touched a bruise. "What happened?" he mumbled, still not completely aware of his surroundings. "You kinda plowed into me…well, more accurately, my guitar," she smiled a little as she looked down at her instrument's slightly-dented case. "Oh God, I'm so sorry!" "It's not a problem," the girl chuckled. "I'm Phoebe, by the way."
Mark suddenly found it difficult to speak coherently. "I'm…uh, I—ah…erm…my name is…er…MARK! I'm Mark," the filmmaker nervously smiled as he shook her hand.
Way to not blow it, dumbass.
Before either he or Phoebe could say anything else, Collins, Roger, Joanne, Maureen, and Mimi came running over. "You okay, man?" Roger looked worried. "Yeah, I'm…I'm great, actually," he grinned as he looked at Phoebe. "Guys, this is Phoebe. Phoebe, this is Roger, Mimi, Maureen, Joanne and Collins." Phoebe went beyond the usual routine of small talk and handshakes that comes with introductions, even engaging in a small guitar conversation with Roger, who noticed her case.
"That's quite a bump you got there," Collins chuckled a little as he tousled Mark's hair. "I'm glad you're okay, baby," Maureen gave him one of her famous bone-crushing hugs and whispered suggestively in his ear, "If you need anything else—HEY!" Her proposition was cut short as Joanne yanked her away. "We're all glad you're not hurt," she said as she glared at her lover.
As if on cue, Roger's stomach growled loudly. "Anyone else wanna grab a bite to eat at the Life Café?" "Sure, I'm in," Mark said. "Hey, Phoebe – you want to come with us?" She beamed. "Sure, as long as they serve coffee!"
Oh, how lucky am I? Mark thought to himself as the group left the auditorium. She's pretty, musical, AND she loves coffee! I wonder if she likes me…
