a/n: Just a little something that came to me when I was at work. Probably one of the shortest things I have ever written, but I think it still says alot. Hope that you enjoy it as much as I did.

disclaimer: Not mine, not mine, not mine. Even though it all belongs to Mr. Larson I still hope I can one day own them...

Roger looked down at his finished lyrics and sighed with relief. Never had a song ate at him so. For the past two weeks he had slaved for his muse, who seemed content enough to let him suffer until her bidding was done. Not that Roger even considered for a moment letting anyone see this song, no it was much too personal for that. These lyrics were his outlet for emotion he never really dealt with. Before writing this song Roger could barely even think about that night, what happened, and the consequences of it all. Now with this song out of him it was almost as if a light had been shone in the dark recesses of his mind. April's death had hit him hard, and harder still the shocking discovery of his infection. Perhaps if his infection with AIDS and April's suicide had been separate events he could have handled it better. But that was not the case. Looking again at the lyrics in his hand, Roger realized that he had finally moved on. He was no longer haunted by shadows of blood in the bathroom only he could see, or that sweet toned voice who whispered to him to shoot up "just one more time". No he was honestly free and that made him smile. Roger's eyes went to the door when he heard the faint click. Mimi walked in, her hair up, dressed in her favorite night outfit. She smiled the dazzling smile that interested Roger that Christmas eve that seemed a lifetime ago. Needed no more incentive than that Roger put down the lyrics and walked over to Mimi taking her into his arms. As they left the room Roger turned the light off. The lyrics sat on the dresser right where he left them.


For a Loop
Roger Davis


Life, seeming perfect, always has a trick
up its sleeve
Blind-sided by catastrophe
we can only
play with the hand dealt us

Refrain:
I was thrown for a loop
I was thrown a curve ball
What can I do?
How do I deal?

Don't ask it to make sense, 'cause it never
will do that
Knocked down without a sign at all
we can only
hold on, pray, and ride it out

Refrain:
I was thrown for a loop
I was thrown a curve ball
What can I do?
How do I deal?

A life without my love is no life for
me to have
Sweet darkness come for me tonight
I can only
hope it gets better in time

Refrain:
I was thrown for a loop
I was thrown a curve ball
What can I do?
How do I deal?

If only I'd have known
If only I was there
I could have been prepared
to be thrown for a loop