Around noon, Mark and Fi stopped in at a little Italian café to talk more over cappuccinos. The day had gone fairly well so far, and Mark seemed really supportive of her dreams. That is the thing about artists, no one cares about logical reasoning when you have high hopes and the drive to make your wants come true.

"So, did you see any auditions you're interested in?"

"Yeah, I'm really looking into the re-casting of Phantom of the Opera, if not that well Aida looks pretty promising, I'm so excited."

"I'm sure you are. How long have you wanted to act."

"Ever since before I could remember, I've been involved with theater in some way since middle school, it's just such a rush to be out there onstage. I don't know how to explain it, and when I'm not acting onstage, then I'm playing singing with the band. It's amazing."

"I'm sure it is, that's how I feel about filming, there's nothing like it. I'm always finding things people would usually miss, and the way that a camera allows you to put forth your creative bliss to the world is enough to clear away my problems. Most of the time."

"What do you mean?"

"Just that I have a lot of shit going on."

"With...?"

"Friends and myself I guess."

"Oh..." Fi said deciding to drop the subject, sure this guy was nice, but she did not honestly want to know his entire life story, not yet at least.

"When did you get into art?"

"Back in my senior year of high school. I took the class because I needed another elective, but as it turns out, I was pretty good at it and I like doing it. Puts people into my perspective. Same with photography, I can distort things to my pleasure and sure people can judge, but in the end it's always worth it."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. So are you seeing anyone?"

"What?" Fi asked spitting out her cappuccino, "sorry, kind of caught me off guard."

"Sorry."

"It's alright...so...are you?"

"Not technically, no."

Mark's heart leaped instantly. "Well there is this film festival thing going on tonight that me and a few friends are going to, want to join?"

"Um sure, mind if I invite a friend as well?"

"Why?"

"Just because I think he'd like it."

"Oh."

Fi laughed, "Don't worry, he's gay."

Mark perked up, "Okay then sure."

"Like gay men?"

"You know it, most of em are good looking and they take other good looking men, leaving us scrawny men with all the hot chicks." Mark winked.

"Right...okay so I'll just meet you there?"

"Yeah, 6 okay?"

"K. Hey I got to go, I'll um see you later." With that Fi left the café. While walking home she began to think, and with that she slowed her steps. 'What have I gotten myself into?' She said miserably while propping herself up against a wall. FI became so deep in thought that she did not even realize that Roger had walked right up to her and was leaning against the wall.

"Hey babe."

"Huh?" Fi said accidentally slapping his face. Roger groaned, Fi frantically said, "Oh my god, I am so incredibly sorry. Are you okay?" She asked while removing his hand from his cheek.

"Yeah I'm fine."

"Let me take a look."

"Sure you won't slap me again."

"Bitch, just let me see your damn cheek."

"Yes ma'am."

Fi took a look at his cheek, which was a vibrant shade of crimson, "Yeah, bud that's going to bruise." Fi looked up at him apologetically. "I really am sorry," she said in a soft voice.

"Hey, it's alright, I've been slapped harder and on purpose. Fi, really it's ok." Roger placed his finger under her chin lifting her face up.

"Okay good, couldn't have that on my conscience." She said with a grin.

"Nope, but now you owe me."

"I owe you what?"

"Another date, tonight."

"Been there, done that, didn't go too well. Or do you not remember last night's disaster."

"It was fine till we both started flinging insults at each other."

"True."

"So will you?"

"Hm. You said tonight?"

"Yeah."

"Well then I'd love-"Fi stopped there as she remember she had a "date" with Mark. "I can't go out tonight, but how about tomorrow?"

"Okay, but I'm holding you to that."

"It's not like I can hide, you live right above me."

"I know."

"Where ya headed?"

"Over to the club for a rehearsal."

"Can I join?"

"Sure if you sit still and keep your damn mouth shut."

"I'll be a perfect little angel."

"I think that's an oxymoron."

"I think I should be offended," he said while pushing her lightly.

"But you aren't, you subservient servant you."

"Me? Subservient? I think you're talking about another Roger."

"Probably. Okay, if you're coming put that little white ass in motion otherwise I'm going to be late."

"Lets go then."

Roger and Fi met up at the club around twenty minutes later. Fi immediately said good bye to Roger and walked onstage to the microphone and her guitar, which Aaron had brought over. While looking out into the audience she noticed Collins out in the audience, she waved to him and then they band began their set. Roger noticed Collins too and walked over to him.

"Hey Collins, what's up?"

"Not a lot, just watching Aaron practice. Have I told you how attractive he is?"

"Not lately, no."

"Fi isn't bad looking either."

"I know." He glanced over at Fi who was watching him at that moment too, their gaze stayed connected for a few moments, and then she turned her head away and began to concentrate on what was being said.

"Oh yeah, Mark wants us to go to that film showing thing later, want to come?"

"Can I bring him?" Collins said pointing to Aaron on stage.

"Yeah."

"Then we're there. Wait, is Maureen performing or anything."

"No."

"Okay, we're there."

"You're such a wonderful friend Collins."

"Hey, I see her act everyday, why do I have to watch her do it on stage as well."

Roger shrugged at that, "Cause she'd castrate you if you didn't?"

"I don't fear her."

"Obviously you haven't seen her naked."

"Actually I have, and thanks for that fabulous picture."

"No problem." Roger winked.

Two hours later, the entire band was tired, and Fi realized her voice was beginning to hurt, so they all agreed to call it quits fro the night. "See you all tomorrow?"

"Right"

"Awesome, night guys."

She walked offstage and was greeted by Roger. "Sounded great."

"Thanks." Fi said as she pushed her hair out of her eyes. "Want to walk me back?" She asked with a grin.

"You know it."

"Ha- see you back at the apartment. Oh wow didn't need to see that." She had turned and found Aaron and Collins kissing.

"Sorry, see you back at the apartment."

"Alright let's go."

The two left the club and about halfway back to the apartment Roger reached for Fi's hand. She gave it freely, and smiled up at him. They reached her apartment door and Roger put his hand on the door stopping her from entering, "Sure you can't do anything tonight?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry, but I already agreed to do something."

"It's alright, I guess I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah. Tomorrow." "Bye."

"Bye." Roger stopped and looked as if he wanted to say something more, but he just shook his head and turned towards the stairs. Fi closed the door behind her.

"What have I gotten myself into."

A/N: Okay so I'm ending it here, just to keep you all waiting. I'm horrible I know. Some of you may know whats about to happen, some may not, but all will be revealed in the next chapter. Keep reviewing, it keeps me going.