Notes: Wow, I haven't written fanfiction in over a year. *laughs* I just saw Rent last July when I went to New York, and I fell in love with it. Definitely the best musical I've seen. So here is my tribute to Rent. It's based on One Song Glory. Which is rather ironic. The song is about a lack of inspiration, yet it inspired this. Not sure how good it is, but I hope you enjoy it.
The page is blank. It's been that way for hours.
One song. Just one song. Is that too much to ask for?
There's so much I want to say, so much I need to say. All my emotions, threatening to burst inside of me, begging for an outlet. They engulf me, break me, kill me, until....
If I could just write one song....
The river is dry, and the drought continues. I plea for rain, but it will not come. I am on my knees in front of the Muses, who have cruelly denied me inspiration.
Another minute passes. The page remains blank.
I shut my eyes, searching for something, anything to write about. Images of April. Her eyes when she smiled, when she laughed, when she cried....
The look on her cold, dead body....
My eyelids snap open. I do not want to think about that. But what else will I write about?
Another minute passes, and another minute of my life is gone. The page stubbornly stays blank.
I'm dying. I know that fact well. If I write one great song, my empty life will actually mean something. I can finally obtain glory, and die happy, knowing that maybe I wasn't so worthless after all.
So why can't I write anything?
I have something to say! I want to poor my soul onto this paper and tell the world, "This is my message; this is my song!" But how will I put it into words?
Another minute passes. The page is still blank.
One song, just one song....This is useless. I'll try again later.
A knock startles me. "The door," I mutter, as I rise to answer it.