A/N: Thanks for the reviews! Sorry this took so long but ive been really busy and I had a little bit of writers block…please review!

*MARK POV*

I miss having money. Yea my job was against everything I stood for, but knowing I could pay the rent every month was a comforting thought. I even considered moving out of the loft. That idea was squashed real quick though. It has too many memories within its walls. Probably too many. Heck the wall in the bathroom was still tinted red from April's suicide, no matter how much spray paint we put over it. But it wasn't just being able to pay the rent. I was able to get Roger something great for his birthday. I took everyone out to dinner to celebrate his band's big public gig. I could pay for new equipment for my camera. I could've even bought a new camera. Not that I wanted to. Too bad money doesn't make you happy. The company wasn't interested in my works. They only wanted a guy who could do good documentaries.

It all started when a representative of KZTB came over to me after one of Roger's gigs. He said he saw me filming and was wondering if I would consider doing documentaries for the company. I was ecstatic. Filming was my life! What would be a better job than doing what I love? But they didn't want to do stuff on life. My first assignment was to do a documentary on some guy that died…Mr. Benvenolioitchy or something like that. Some benevolent god of the big city or something. I didn't care about some old dead good guy that lived in a flat the size of the state of Texas his entire life! I wanted to film real life. So I went and complained to the boss. I asked if he could assign someone else for the job and maybe I could do a documentary on people struggling with AIDS or something. He just gave me this look like I was crazy. Told me that the community didn't care about dying bohemians and that I better get started on this project before he fired me. So I said screw dead Mr. Benvenoliobob I quit and stormed out. It was one of the better moments of my life.

So I'm back to Captain Crunch every morning for breakfast and filming what I want to film. I never thought I'd miss it so much. I even missed being woken up by Roger and Mimi screaming at each other. I don't even need an alarm clock they're so loud. And they fight over the stupidest stuff too! Like Mimi being home early from Cat Scratch…or Roger eating a bagel instead of oatmeal. And one of them always ends up coming up here for advice. Like I can solve their problems. But I try, and usually everything works out.

Today I think it started because Roger left his shoe on the floor. I think if there was nothing to fight about they'd still yell at each other. I have no clue why they're still together. I mean yea I tell them all that stuff about how they were made for each other and to just hold on that they'll work everything out, but I don't believe it and I don't think they do either.

So I sit at the kitchen table, cleaning the lens of my camera just waiting for one of them to come knock on the door and ask if I "have a minute."

And there's the knock on the door.