Disclaimer: All characters are Jonathan Larson's. Any lyrics that are included or alluded to in this fic belong to him as well, the genius that he was. Only Eric Alcindoro is mine… And not even his last name. That I got from the original "La Bohème." They can have their name.

AN: Thank you all so much for the amazing reviews! This really is my first fanfiction of all time, and luckily, my first experience of feedback is amazing. It means so much to me.

RavenNat, you guessed it… We're going back to explain how Mark got where he is in the first chapter. Originally I was going to leave this as a one-chapter fic. I've already started the series so I'm not going back, but I'm really unsure of it. I have everything all planned out, and there will be six chapters in total. I'll be editing these next two chapters a lot. I'm probably going to end up writing the series in full, and then going back and editing everything to get it to flow just right. I promise you the chapters will all flow together better when you read the finished product. But hey, I don't have the finished product yet. So basically, all this rambling is saying I apologize, it's a work in progress, it's all very abrupt and a lot is still unexplained, but it will all work out in the end. Your patience with this story is SO important to me. Any feedback is still much appreciated, you have no idea how much reviews brighten my day. Thank you all so much for reading!

You'll Have It Made

by Ex Astra

Daytime in the loft. Mark was sitting on the floor with his camera, editing some old unfinished films. Roger was sitting on the table, one foot on the floor and one foot on a chair, idly playing his guitar.

The phone rang.

It continued to ring as they looked at each other, rolled their eyes, and said, "Screen."

SPEAK! Beeeep… "Hello? Mark Cohen? Eric Alcindoro…"

Mark almost dropped his camera. He ran over to the answering machine, staring down at it in awe.

Roger didn't know who the hell this guy was. "Who the hell is this guy?"

Roger always spoke his mind.

Mark looked at him expectedly, waiting for him to recall exactly who "this guy" was. Once he realized Roger wasn't going to say anything, he answered, "This is only the most important phone call of my life! I sent my film preview to this guy, remember? He said he was going to look into it and see if any production companies would bite." He paused for a moment, then realized, "Shit Roger! Do you know what that means? They bit! He wouldn't be calling me if they didn't! Oh shit! I can't believe I'm getting this call!"

Roger was more than a little confused. Wouldn't Mark want to talk to him? "Then why don't you pick it up?"

"No! No, no, I want this on tape! I want to listen to it again and again and…"

Roger was amused by the fact that Mark seemingly wanted to hear this message so badly, and yet he was talking so much. "You gonna shut up and listen to it the first time?!"

If Roger has something to say, Roger's gonna say it.

Mark muttered one last excited "Shit!" before quieting again to listen to the rest of the message.

"… and he said they'll consider looking at it! They'll need a script ASAP, though, a preview's not gonna do it for them. But what does that matter? They're looking at it! Of course, there are lots more steps after this, but you're well on your way to a prosperous career, baby! And of course you won't forget the little people who got you there when you're high on top of the money, right? Heh heh, well, when you get this call me, my number's… Actually, don't call me. Just send the script!" Beeeep.

Mark immediately began on a minor anxiety attack. "Script? SCRIPT? I don't have a script! I shot without one!"

"Mark, you have the film."

"But he said they wanted a…"

"I know, but can't you just write one down while you watch it? Transcribe it or something."

Mark's anxious thoughts froze for a minute before he looked at Roger with bright eyes and a spreading smile. "Roger?"

"Yeah?"

"You're a GENIUS!"

Not expecting this, Roger laughed. "Now that's a new one."

And without warning, Mark was all over the room. He jumped on the chairs, he jumped on the beds, he jumped on the table, and just when he was about to jump on Roger's guitar, Mimi entered.

Mimi noted that Roger was sitting in his usual spot with his guitar lying on the table, and Mark was standing up on the table doing… God knows what…

"Uh, guys? What's going o…"

"MIMI!!!"

Mark jumped off the table (causing Roger to let out a sigh of relief because this saved his guitar,) and ran over to Mimi, picking her up and twirling her around.

"Mimi! How ARE you?"

A little surprised, Mimi responded, "I'm uh… fine, Mark… how are you?"

"I'm fabulous! Are you fabulous?" Mark cut her off before she could even answer, "'Cause that would make two of us!" He put her down and ran over to get his camera on the way to his room, causing papers to fly around from the wind wherever he passed.

"Roger, honey?"

Roger was still laughing at his friend, "Yeah?"

"What did you do to Mark?"

Roger chuckled, "Oh I didn't do anything to him. Can't say the same for the answering machine."

"What?"

"He got a call about is film. A production company's gonna look at it."

"Really? That's great!"

Their conversation was cut short by Mark running back out of his room with his arms full of blank papers. Holding his camera between his arm and his waist, he held up two messy handfuls of papers. He looked at the couple with huge eyes and a bright smile, and let out an exhilarated "Ahh!"

He was about to run again before he stopped short. "Wait. Where am I going to do this? I ne… I need quiet, and I… I need space…"

"Mark, sweetie," Mimi tried to speak in a calming voice, though it hardly masked her amusement. "Do you wanna go down to my place? Roger and I will stay here… Out of your way."

Mark looked as though a light bulb had just gone off over his head. "YES! I love you!" Mark ran over to her and kissed her cheek.

"Hey!" Roger said playfully, with a little tinge of jealousy seeing as he'd just watched his best friend kiss his girlfriend.

Mark was quick to assure him, "Don't worry… I love you, too!" He gave them a devilish grin before running over to the door.

Roger stopped Mark just before he left, "Hey Mark!"

Mark turned around abruptly.

"What? *Breath* Wh… *Breath* What?"

"I'm really happy for you, man."

Mark smiled widely, no longer out of breath, "Thanks!"

And he was gone.