See Her Smile
By Kourin Lucrece
Disclaimer: Technically, the only thing I own is the description of April. Maybe not even that, as the late, great Jonathan Larson mentions the character in Rent.
Author's Note: I know that it's been a REALLY long time since my last post. SORRY!!! But hey, you get two for one this time!! Thanks to everyone who's reviewed, or even just read, up to this point. Your support is much appreciated!!
Things in the loft had quieted down since things with the band hadn't been going so well. No one was quite sure that they liked the change, but they were hardly all there at the same time since they were working to meet rent that month. Somehow, though, Benny had gotten them a discount on it. Still, it took working late nights for some of them to scrape by. Maureen had even spent the night at a coworker's place once or twice when she was too tired to walk home.
April came back to the apartment late one night, brushing a bit of snow off her jacket. "First snow of winter!" She called out cheerfully to anyone present, currently Roger and Mark. The dancer jumped lightly over the back of the couch to sit between them, greeting Roger with a kiss. "Watcha guys doing?"
Roger held up some sheets of music he was filling out with a frown. Obviously, he was not doing well with writing a new song... Mark on the other hand grinned at her.
"How do you do it?" he asked, chuckling softly.
"Do what?"
"Perform in a dance show twice in a day and still be this hyper at night?"
She laughed, "Pixie dust!"
Mark laughed as well. "I thought that pixie dust was what made people fly," he reminded her jokingly.
"Exactly."
*** Later that week, April came home to find Roger furiously looking through her dresser. "What the hell are you doing?"
The musician turned to face her, holding up a bottle of pills. "What the fuck are these?" he hissed, furious. April's face paled.
"They're just ecstasy, Rog..." she whispered. "Otherwise I'm too tired to dance twice a night. The girls said it's safe..."
"Oh, they said it's safe?? What the hell, the girls said it's safe!" He turned to face her, his expression desperate. Roger's hands grasped April's shoulders tightly. "April, stuff like that is dangerous. Promise me you won't take it anymore. Try sleeping if you're tired!"
She bit her lip and nodded. "Sure, Babe... I promise."
"Good," he sighed in relief, releasing his grip on her. "C'mon, let's go meet the others at the Life, we're late already..."
The dancer followed him quietly. Sure, she knew he was right, but... It kept nagging at her mind; how had Rog found out? He'd obviously gone through a lot of her stuff before finding those pills... But she let it go, he was worried and he was right. She'd quit...
*** So, what do you think? Anyone figure out what's going on yet?
By Kourin Lucrece
Disclaimer: Technically, the only thing I own is the description of April. Maybe not even that, as the late, great Jonathan Larson mentions the character in Rent.
Author's Note: I know that it's been a REALLY long time since my last post. SORRY!!! But hey, you get two for one this time!! Thanks to everyone who's reviewed, or even just read, up to this point. Your support is much appreciated!!
Things in the loft had quieted down since things with the band hadn't been going so well. No one was quite sure that they liked the change, but they were hardly all there at the same time since they were working to meet rent that month. Somehow, though, Benny had gotten them a discount on it. Still, it took working late nights for some of them to scrape by. Maureen had even spent the night at a coworker's place once or twice when she was too tired to walk home.
April came back to the apartment late one night, brushing a bit of snow off her jacket. "First snow of winter!" She called out cheerfully to anyone present, currently Roger and Mark. The dancer jumped lightly over the back of the couch to sit between them, greeting Roger with a kiss. "Watcha guys doing?"
Roger held up some sheets of music he was filling out with a frown. Obviously, he was not doing well with writing a new song... Mark on the other hand grinned at her.
"How do you do it?" he asked, chuckling softly.
"Do what?"
"Perform in a dance show twice in a day and still be this hyper at night?"
She laughed, "Pixie dust!"
Mark laughed as well. "I thought that pixie dust was what made people fly," he reminded her jokingly.
"Exactly."
*** Later that week, April came home to find Roger furiously looking through her dresser. "What the hell are you doing?"
The musician turned to face her, holding up a bottle of pills. "What the fuck are these?" he hissed, furious. April's face paled.
"They're just ecstasy, Rog..." she whispered. "Otherwise I'm too tired to dance twice a night. The girls said it's safe..."
"Oh, they said it's safe?? What the hell, the girls said it's safe!" He turned to face her, his expression desperate. Roger's hands grasped April's shoulders tightly. "April, stuff like that is dangerous. Promise me you won't take it anymore. Try sleeping if you're tired!"
She bit her lip and nodded. "Sure, Babe... I promise."
"Good," he sighed in relief, releasing his grip on her. "C'mon, let's go meet the others at the Life, we're late already..."
The dancer followed him quietly. Sure, she knew he was right, but... It kept nagging at her mind; how had Rog found out? He'd obviously gone through a lot of her stuff before finding those pills... But she let it go, he was worried and he was right. She'd quit...
*** So, what do you think? Anyone figure out what's going on yet?