AN: WOW! Even moving in, I got this up sooner than I expected. Or maybe that's because my classes haven't started yet. Anyways, so if it takes longer than usually between chaps. I've got a buttload of classes (but only 1 12.30 on Tuesdays & Thursdays! WOOHOO!!)

WickedElphaba: Thank you! Im glad the song didn't seem so corny.

Liv: Ahem...crawling into hole I'M SORRY! gives puppy eyes of hurt

I own nothing from the Larson estate. Theo and Dewey Finn are on loan from Paramount Pictures.

"You'll all be there around eight, right?" Roger threw on his beat-up, leather jacket.

"Yes. Tell the guy we're with Roger Davis, if all else fails, show him our picture," Mimi replied calmly, "Roger, chill. It'll be awesome."

"Really?"

"Huh-huh. Now show that music world what my man is made of." She leapt on him, pinning him against the wall, for some serious tongue-age.

After the impromptu make-out, Roger, smiling dumbly, said, "Okay. I'll see you later, babe."

"Break a leg!" Mimi closed the door, and flopped down on the couch. I never knew that Rog was that insecure.

"What's Roger going to play, though?" Tara threw the dishtowel across the counter top. "Like, besides your song."

"I think covers. Or some stuff he did with his old band. I honestly don't know."

"Roger wrote a song for you?" Bel asked.

Mimi nodded. "Last Christmas."

"That's sweet," Bel said, returning her attention to painting her toenails. In all actuality, the fact that a song was Mimi's present? Completely stupid. Another reason why Bel was not thrilled about Rog.

"What are we talking about?" Maureen came in, tugging on her black jean jacket.

"Roger's show. You're coming, right?" Tara asked.

"Mm-mm. I even got a date for it too."

"The mysterious Alex?" Mimi said.

"You know me all too well." Maureen draped herself over one of the kitchen chairs. "So what's the man got lined up? Other than 'Your 'Crawling back as you are dying in front of me' Eyes'?"

Mimi shut her eyes. "Maureen..."

"What? What did I do?"

Bel looked up from her paint job. "What?"

Maureen looked back over to Mimi. "You didn't tell her about what happened last Christmas?"

"I wasn't planning on it," she spat out.

"Okay, Roger, right?" Some guy, just screeching yuppie, came up to him. "The name's Jason. Can I get a playlist or something like that?"

Roger had to absorb this before he could answer back. "Well, I haven't really thought about that...I mean, I was just going to do some of my own stuff."

"Hello? What's the band going to play?! You can't just improvise an entire show."

"First of all, I'm a bit more acoustic than I used to be. Secondly, the band..."

"LET THE REVOLUTION BEGIN!" (AN: Guess who that is...)

The two looked over at the doorway at the scruffy band filing through. "Rog! My man!" Theo yelled out.

"Hold on a sec." Roger jumped off the stage. "Dude, I need some serious help here."

"Never fear," Theo said, "What's the prob?"

"I need back-up."

"Ah ha!" The younger musician clapped Rog on the back. "Lemme talk to the guys, all right?"

"You almost died? Why didn't you mention it before?" Bel flopped down on the couch.

"Because I didn't want to freak you out like you are now! I'm sorry! You're my sister! I couldn't do that to you!"

"So that's what you've been doing the last five years?!"

"Well, what did you want me to do?"

"Come back maybe?"

"Why the fuck would I want to?"

"YOU LEFT ME THERE!" Bel swallowed. She looked down at the floor and started muttering in Spanish.

Tara closed her bedroom door even further. "Why did you do that?"

"Listen, I thought she already told Bel." Maureen crossed her legs. "Excuse me if I didn't know."

"Yeah, well, I would've checked."

"Yeah, well, I'm not you, am I?"

"Coming!" Dave flung open his apartment door. "Hi."

Benny stepped into the loft. "Well. This is certainly...different. Not as messy. So, where's Collins?"

"Grading papers in our room. Can you make this quick?"

"Why?"

"Roger's gig tonight."

"Roger got a gig?!" This was the same Roger who couldn't pay up rent a few years back? And now all the sudden he was getting gigs. "When did this happen?"

"Oh, a few weeks ago. So, do you want this interview, or what's going on here?"

"Yeah, ok."

"Mark! Let's go!"

"I'm coming!" He grabbed his trademark scarf and the camera.

"Do you really need to bring that?" Tara asked, leaning on the doorframe.

"Fuck, why not? It's Roger's first real gig."

"I thought he already played at CBGB's."

"Oh yeah..."Tara shook her head as they walked down the hallway. "Look, Bel, Dave, Collins and Maureen are all gonna meet us there, all right?"

"That's completely fine with me."

"Yeah, I should warn you now."

"About what?"

"Actually about two things."

"What are they?"

"Meems! My chica!"

Mimi stood up on her tiptoes to see Maureen waving frantically. "Hey girl!"

Maureen came running up to the club front, dragging along with her a sort of medium-sized blond. "Is this the infamous Alex?"

"Hi," Maureen's lover stuck out a hand, "You're Mimi? This guy's girlfriend."

"Yeah, and father of my unborn child."

"Oh." Alex's eyes widened. "Mo didn't mention that part."

"Well, some things you just need to find out for yourself." Maureen glared over at Mimi.

Mimi bit the inside of her mouth to stop herself from yelling at her. "Collins and Dave are inside, waiting. By the way," she said, smiling, "First ten drinks on the house."

"YES!" Maureen pumped her fist in the air, and then grabbed Alex's hand. "Let's go, baby!"

Mimi shook her head, and started back into CBGB's. Ok, even though she and Bel were still fighting, maybe today wasn't going to be even worse.

"Hello, Mimi."

Her breath caught in her throat. She whirled around, springy brown curls hitting her face and sticking to her lip gloss, and found herself staring into a very familiar pair of chocolate brown eyes.

"What the hell are you doing here, you fucking bastard?"

PS: OOOOH! Mini-cliffie! Cookies for anyone who can guess who it is. I apologize for keeping you waiting. REVIEW! PLEASE!

Next chap teaser: ROGER'S SHOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!