Mark walks to his bedroom door for a long nights rest...he's done a lot of
thinking and, action.
Hours later: Mark wakes up sweating in his bed; he groans, "Uh, I don't feel good." He feels his head, "Jesus! I must have like 103 fever...uh man." He gets up practically falling out of his bed. As he walks he stumbles on his camera, his scripts, and some other junk that he never picked up before. When he gets to the bathroom, he takes some Tylenol and starts to walk back to his room. Finally he reaches his room; he goes inside the door and, again, trips over his camera. He lands on a sharp object that cut into his arm. "Oh shit! Ohh, I have to g-g-go to sleep," he passes out on the ground, bleeding from his left arm.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ BUZZZ - Mark wakes up on the floor to his alarm clock on the night table, he looks at the clock, "11:00...Jeez, why didn't anyone wake me up?" He looks at his arm, the arm that he cut. There doesn't seem to be much there except for a healing little cut.
He gets up. On the floor there seems to be a little blood from the night before. Mark feels his head,, "Hmm, I guess I sweated it out over night." He walks into the kitchen, making sure not to trip over his camera.
He goes into the kitchen and sees Mimi sitting with a cup of coffee. "Oh shit! Mimi, oh God, I can't believe that happened last night! Oh man, what am I going to do..." he goes into the bathroom and freshens up.
"Hey Mark, hun, we need to talk." She knocks on the bathroom door. "Mark? Are you ok?"
"Uh, yeah, I-I'm ok, uh hold on a second."
"Ok babe."
Mark comes out of the bathroom, not looking any different than when he went in. "Uh hey Mimi, yeah I uh- wanted to uh talk about, um, last night."
"Yeah, um, there's not really much to say about it. Uh- well you know, as much as I love you and all- we can't"
"I know, and I'm sorry- I guess I was just upset- and I just needed some comforting."
"I know hun, I know, it's ok, Roger will never know."
"Know what? Hehe"
"That's the spirit, hehe," Mimi pats him on the back.
"Speaking of Rog, where is he?"
"Oh he is taking a shower, oh and I'm suppose to be getting breakfast. Do you think you can get the usual at Life for all of us?"
"Yeah sure," Mark gives Mimi a kiss on the head. "I'll be back as soon as I can."
"Ok thank you hun."
Mark walks to the Life Café. (In his head) "I can do this, I can forget about Mimi, forget that last night ever happened. Sure, damn't this is just great- give up hope on 2 women that I love. Do I love Mimi? No, I mean, I can't, nah, I mean, you only started feeling like this about her last night. Or have I felt this way about her forever? Jeez, this is too complicated. Maybe I need to go on a date, hmm maybe a blind date, nah I don't like that stuff. Just a normal date. Maybe someone can help me find someone. I've never been good at asking people out. They've always asked me out...well, actually, they never asked me out I was just the geek in the glasses. How did I get with Maureen? Hmm, Oh yeah, I was at that summer job. I was the A.D. for a summer acting company. They were doing a cabaret for La Boheme. Ha, look at me, my life is a bohemian life. Maureen was this beautiful, beautiful girl. We were about 17. She played Musetta. God, she was so great. It's kind of Ironic how much La Boheme is like our lives. I always admired her acting, I liked her a lot, for a long time. I guess finally my old bud, Kevin, bugged me so much that I finally asked her out.
I wander how Kev is doing. We used to have good times together. He was such a daredevil...he kind of reminds me of Roger. After high school Maureen and I decided to move to NYC together. Even though we hadn't known each other for a very long time, it felt...right."
"You again?" Suzy (one of their favorite waitresses) asked.
"Ha, very funny. Yes, me again. Picking the food up this time."
"Okiedokie, the usual?"
"Yup, the usual."
"Greg!?" Suzy yelled into the back room.
"Wha?" Greg yelled back.
"Five rais bages, cream cheese, butter, two chick sups." (That means 5 raisin bagels, cream cheese, butter, 2 chicken soups.)
"Mark again?" Greg asked
"Uhuh," Mark answered
Greg handed the order to Suzy
"Here you go hun," Suzy said.
"Thanks much, see you later."
"Bye hun."
"Bye!" Mark says as he leaves the Café
Mark thinks to himself, again. "Hmm, what about Suzy? She's nice, pretty, maybe a little older, but who cares? I'll see if the guys will help me out here. Mark walks back to the loft with the food.
Hours later: Mark wakes up sweating in his bed; he groans, "Uh, I don't feel good." He feels his head, "Jesus! I must have like 103 fever...uh man." He gets up practically falling out of his bed. As he walks he stumbles on his camera, his scripts, and some other junk that he never picked up before. When he gets to the bathroom, he takes some Tylenol and starts to walk back to his room. Finally he reaches his room; he goes inside the door and, again, trips over his camera. He lands on a sharp object that cut into his arm. "Oh shit! Ohh, I have to g-g-go to sleep," he passes out on the ground, bleeding from his left arm.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ BUZZZ - Mark wakes up on the floor to his alarm clock on the night table, he looks at the clock, "11:00...Jeez, why didn't anyone wake me up?" He looks at his arm, the arm that he cut. There doesn't seem to be much there except for a healing little cut.
He gets up. On the floor there seems to be a little blood from the night before. Mark feels his head,, "Hmm, I guess I sweated it out over night." He walks into the kitchen, making sure not to trip over his camera.
He goes into the kitchen and sees Mimi sitting with a cup of coffee. "Oh shit! Mimi, oh God, I can't believe that happened last night! Oh man, what am I going to do..." he goes into the bathroom and freshens up.
"Hey Mark, hun, we need to talk." She knocks on the bathroom door. "Mark? Are you ok?"
"Uh, yeah, I-I'm ok, uh hold on a second."
"Ok babe."
Mark comes out of the bathroom, not looking any different than when he went in. "Uh hey Mimi, yeah I uh- wanted to uh talk about, um, last night."
"Yeah, um, there's not really much to say about it. Uh- well you know, as much as I love you and all- we can't"
"I know, and I'm sorry- I guess I was just upset- and I just needed some comforting."
"I know hun, I know, it's ok, Roger will never know."
"Know what? Hehe"
"That's the spirit, hehe," Mimi pats him on the back.
"Speaking of Rog, where is he?"
"Oh he is taking a shower, oh and I'm suppose to be getting breakfast. Do you think you can get the usual at Life for all of us?"
"Yeah sure," Mark gives Mimi a kiss on the head. "I'll be back as soon as I can."
"Ok thank you hun."
Mark walks to the Life Café. (In his head) "I can do this, I can forget about Mimi, forget that last night ever happened. Sure, damn't this is just great- give up hope on 2 women that I love. Do I love Mimi? No, I mean, I can't, nah, I mean, you only started feeling like this about her last night. Or have I felt this way about her forever? Jeez, this is too complicated. Maybe I need to go on a date, hmm maybe a blind date, nah I don't like that stuff. Just a normal date. Maybe someone can help me find someone. I've never been good at asking people out. They've always asked me out...well, actually, they never asked me out I was just the geek in the glasses. How did I get with Maureen? Hmm, Oh yeah, I was at that summer job. I was the A.D. for a summer acting company. They were doing a cabaret for La Boheme. Ha, look at me, my life is a bohemian life. Maureen was this beautiful, beautiful girl. We were about 17. She played Musetta. God, she was so great. It's kind of Ironic how much La Boheme is like our lives. I always admired her acting, I liked her a lot, for a long time. I guess finally my old bud, Kevin, bugged me so much that I finally asked her out.
I wander how Kev is doing. We used to have good times together. He was such a daredevil...he kind of reminds me of Roger. After high school Maureen and I decided to move to NYC together. Even though we hadn't known each other for a very long time, it felt...right."
"You again?" Suzy (one of their favorite waitresses) asked.
"Ha, very funny. Yes, me again. Picking the food up this time."
"Okiedokie, the usual?"
"Yup, the usual."
"Greg!?" Suzy yelled into the back room.
"Wha?" Greg yelled back.
"Five rais bages, cream cheese, butter, two chick sups." (That means 5 raisin bagels, cream cheese, butter, 2 chicken soups.)
"Mark again?" Greg asked
"Uhuh," Mark answered
Greg handed the order to Suzy
"Here you go hun," Suzy said.
"Thanks much, see you later."
"Bye hun."
"Bye!" Mark says as he leaves the Café
Mark thinks to himself, again. "Hmm, what about Suzy? She's nice, pretty, maybe a little older, but who cares? I'll see if the guys will help me out here. Mark walks back to the loft with the food.
