Disclaimer: Don't own RENT. Nothing to do with it.
Summary: You look familiar, your smile reminded me of… I always remind people of…
Not quite the Cat Scratch Club. How Mimi and Roger really first met.
Melpomene
Chapter Four
Mimi's apartment was cold. She tossed the opened letter on the table next to her bed. The letter was addressed to Mark, and most of it contained a plea for him to reason with an unnamed man.
Talk to him, Mark. He's your best friend. He'll listen to you. He's known you forever. You know. You know how it is. Please. Scared. He's not scared. He should be.
The letter could be impossible to read. There were sentences that consisted of one or two words. April had to have been high when she wrote it. Poor little April. Mimi actually felt bad for her.
I'm 19, Mark. I'm 19. I'm too young. It's so soon and I'm scared. I want to cry and I cry and then I want to die. You know.
Mimi would turn 19 tomorrow. She sniffed in disdain. That was such a joke on her, being 19. How much older she felt…
There were heavy footsteps on the staircase. She flinched inadvertently at the unexpected volume of the noise and looked up at the ceiling. She really should give this letter to Mark. It was sort of important. But it was also time for work, and she really needed a hit before she could possibly deal with a club full of drunk men.
Mimi sighed; staggering slightly as she pulled her boots up and started toward the door of her apartment. She passed the staircase where a sad looking boy with glasses sat. He was holding a camera that he fixed on her as soon as she opened the door. She gave him a vacant smile and a barely audible greeting, more intent upon experiencing her high and getting into her distant state of mind she needed to perform. Mark's camera followed her until she was out of sight down the stairs.
Mimi had forgotten the letter completely by the end of the night.