Disclaimer: RENT and all of it's characters were created and are owned by Jonathon Larson (R.I.P.)

A/N:

-I would like to make a correction from the first chapter; I wrote that Maureen's protest would be tomorrow, but I am going to make it that night in empty lot next door, at midnight!!!

-I would also like to dedicated all the triple periods (...) in this chapter to AngelMimiCollins.

-The chapter may be short but, i didn't work on my 4-H project as much as my parents think I should have so...I got grounded from Fanfiction, all writing and reading. the site in general. It really sucks.

Maggie walked into her kitchen after locking her door with all four locks. A beeper went off in her pocket. In realization, she swore under her breath and muttered "AZT time..." She grabbed her almost empty bottle off of the counter and filled a glass from the sink up with water before gulping down her pill. She glanced at the clock next to her couch in the living room and said to herself, "Crap, I'm already late for life support."

She went into her brightly lit bedroom and grabbed her coat (very similar to Mimi's except in a pea green color) from her closet. Angel would kill her, she had promised that she would come tonight...and on time! Angel was a street musician/drag queen and one of the nicest people someone could ever meet. She was the first person Maggie had met in New York City and they 'collaborated' sometimes and played music together, Angel on her pickle tub and Maggie on her trumpet or keyboard.

Maggie dumped her trumpet case in the kitchen as she searched for a couple dimes for the bus and something to eat. She found enough for a round trip to the meeting and back on the bus, under her couch cushions and an apple in the mini fridge. She rushed out her door, running a block with one hand in her pocket and the other clutching her apple, to the bus stop.

When the bus finally pulled to a stop at her destination, Maggie scurried off, away from the creepy looking old guys who had kept winking at her. So, that was what Mark meant when he said New York wasn't safe at night...

She entered the building and passed all the rows of chairs to the circle where everyone was sitting, including Angel without her wig on. Her face grew slightly redder than before as the room quieted down and she felt eyes on her as she walked down the center of the room. She kept her head down and walked so quickly that she did not notice the blonde haired, blue eyed man watching her. She quickly took the seat next to Angel and muttered a quick apology to her as a man stood up and said to Paul, "Excuse me, Paul, I'm having a problem with this-this credo. My

t-cells are low, I regret that news, okay?" Shivers went up Maggie's arms as he continued his story.

Members stood and joined in the singing. "No other road, no other way." A hand gently touched Maggie's shoulder in a comforting way --Angel-- showing that she was there for her. Maggie stood and joined in in the last verse.

"No day but today."