NOTE: None of these characters belong to me. Anyways…
Yes, I do write my RENT stuff as if they sing things. Whenever something rhymes, you can be assured the characters would sing it.
The next few minutes were more stale than Mark would have liked. Roger seemed to be
the silent type, an obvious difference from the filmmakers boisterous personality. Mark had turned on his camera again, and began strolling around the loft. He was drawn to the window and smiled, thinking about a great documentary on the people of New York he could create here.
The silence broke as the sound of a strumming guitar floated through the air. Mark looked up from his camera.
"You play?" Mark inquired, his voice flowing right with the tune.
Roger sung in a low voice, not raising his eyes from the fender. "Every day."
Not much more was said for a while, Rogers song running shakily through the loft, sometimes running high, sometimes low. Mark kept his camera on Roger for a while before getting a dead glare that caused Mark to slink back top the window like before.
"Nice song." Mark said when the notes slowed down. His eyes turned to meet Rogers.
"Thanks…" Roger replied simply, letting his gaze drop back to the guitar.
Mark muttered to himself. It was hard trying to start a conversation with this guy.
"Ah yes I-…." He started, but was cut off.
The door flew open, a figure bustled through and threw down a bag on the floor. He went to close the door, but another person forced her way through before he managed it.
"What are you doing?!" The first guy who came in yelled, whipping around and standing forward.
The second one, a young girl with tears in her eyes, stood forward herself trying to make herself as tall as the man. "You don't understand!" she pleaded with him, shaking her head. A single hand came up, almost close to touching him.
The man scoffed angrily, pointing a finger and giving a sarcastic look to Roger who simply cleared his throat and started down at his guitar. "Our second date. Our SECOND!" He shouted, his face glowing red now, a trail of spit flying high into the air.
The girl snorted, whipping her hand down by her side. "Oh that? Benny, He came onto me." She growled under her breath.
Benny threw up his arms. "You gave him your number and promised him a date tomorrow at three!" He reminded her in a thick low voice. He turned his back, storming into the back of the loft and slamming the make shift door in the back.
The girl now turned to Roger, shaking her head. "He's such a drama queen."
Roger finally made a face, looking up at her. "Ha! And you're not, Maureen?"
His voice faded in a dull note, and the three stood, Mark feeling as uncomfortable as ever.
What?? Benny and Maureen?? Oh no! Who was this new guy, and what is going through Mark's mind?? And when will Roger stop being boring??
Stay tuned and review!
Yes, I do write my RENT stuff as if they sing things. Whenever something rhymes, you can be assured the characters would sing it.
The next few minutes were more stale than Mark would have liked. Roger seemed to be
the silent type, an obvious difference from the filmmakers boisterous personality. Mark had turned on his camera again, and began strolling around the loft. He was drawn to the window and smiled, thinking about a great documentary on the people of New York he could create here.
The silence broke as the sound of a strumming guitar floated through the air. Mark looked up from his camera.
"You play?" Mark inquired, his voice flowing right with the tune.
Roger sung in a low voice, not raising his eyes from the fender. "Every day."
Not much more was said for a while, Rogers song running shakily through the loft, sometimes running high, sometimes low. Mark kept his camera on Roger for a while before getting a dead glare that caused Mark to slink back top the window like before.
"Nice song." Mark said when the notes slowed down. His eyes turned to meet Rogers.
"Thanks…" Roger replied simply, letting his gaze drop back to the guitar.
Mark muttered to himself. It was hard trying to start a conversation with this guy.
"Ah yes I-…." He started, but was cut off.
The door flew open, a figure bustled through and threw down a bag on the floor. He went to close the door, but another person forced her way through before he managed it.
"What are you doing?!" The first guy who came in yelled, whipping around and standing forward.
The second one, a young girl with tears in her eyes, stood forward herself trying to make herself as tall as the man. "You don't understand!" she pleaded with him, shaking her head. A single hand came up, almost close to touching him.
The man scoffed angrily, pointing a finger and giving a sarcastic look to Roger who simply cleared his throat and started down at his guitar. "Our second date. Our SECOND!" He shouted, his face glowing red now, a trail of spit flying high into the air.
The girl snorted, whipping her hand down by her side. "Oh that? Benny, He came onto me." She growled under her breath.
Benny threw up his arms. "You gave him your number and promised him a date tomorrow at three!" He reminded her in a thick low voice. He turned his back, storming into the back of the loft and slamming the make shift door in the back.
The girl now turned to Roger, shaking her head. "He's such a drama queen."
Roger finally made a face, looking up at her. "Ha! And you're not, Maureen?"
His voice faded in a dull note, and the three stood, Mark feeling as uncomfortable as ever.
What?? Benny and Maureen?? Oh no! Who was this new guy, and what is going through Mark's mind?? And when will Roger stop being boring??
Stay tuned and review!