Chapter Two

"Hey Maureen...do you think I could get an interview any time soon?" Mark asked for about the 50th time. For the last hour and a half he had been sitting there listening to Maureen record her own voice, as he filmed around the studio. "I mean, not that I'm not having a great time sitting here listening to you sing the same thing 200 times, but..."

Maureen turned to Mark, a deadly glare on her face.

"Look, it's out of the kindness of my heart that I even agreed to do this stupid documentary for you! And I'm still gonna live my life, whether you're following me around or not!"she snapped.

"Right...sorry,"Mark sighed, stopping his camera and slouching against the wall. Maureen watched him for a second...then removed her headset.

"But now that you mention it...I think I've done enough for today,"she said, placing her headset down and walking over to a chair across the room. Mark leapt up, running over and sitting in the chair across from her, turning on his camera.

"Okay, Miss Johnson..."Mark began.

"Maureen to you,"Maureen joked.

"Fine...Maureen. Would you call yourself an aspiring singer?"Mark asked.

"Well, not so much a singer as an anarchist. I like to fight for my beliefs. It's what I do. But I do like to add some singing into my protests..."Maureen said.

"Why do you feel the need to protest things? Most people these days just go along with the standards set for us,"Mark continued.

"That's exactly WHY I need to fight! So that someone is fighting! Everyone just goes along with all those tyrants nowadays, no one stands up for themselves! So I stand up for them. And being a performer, I can draw them all in and get people to fight with me,"Maureen explained.

"Do you think your family has been any influence to your protesting and your performing?"

"My family? HA. Not at all."

"How about your friends?"

"They're my biggest support right now. I can't name one friend who hasn't been there for me throughout my whole journey."

"How about your relationships?"The question has escaped Mark's mouth before he had even thought it over. His documenting skills had just jumped in and asked...he blushed a little, about to offer to take that part out, when Maureen began to answer.

"Tons. As you know, I myself am a lesbian. And that's something I find myself having to fight for! I can let out all my anger at all the social injustices against homosexuals through my performing!...and I can also tell people about how I realized I was a lesbian even though I had a boyfriend-"That's when Mark finally stopped filming.

"Look Maureen, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ask that..."hr began.

"What? You know I have no trouble talking about my sexual identity!"Maureen replied. Mark sighed.

"I meant...about the relationships...I mean, I wasn't talking about us or anything..."he assured her, turning rather red. Maureen shrugged.

"Our relationship influenced me a lot too,"she said. Mark stopped.

"...really?"he asked.

"Yeah. I mean, you were my last boyfriend before I realized I was a lesbian! The mixture of your feelings and my feelings when I realized it...it was so much drama it just HAD to be put into something constructive!"Maureen exclaimed dramatically. Mark laughed a little.

"So that's my claim to fame? I get to be the last guy you dated before you went lesbian?" he asked.

"I didn't say JUST that...we had some good times that went into music too,"Maureen admitted. There was a moment where Mark and Maureen met eyes, and a strange tingling sensation went down Mark's spine. A sensation he thought he had gotten rid of...

"Hey hun!"Mark was pulled out of his dreams by Joanne's voice.

"Pookie!"Maureen cried, jumping up and running to the door. She kissed Joanne passionately, and strangely, Mark felt his heart sinking.

"Hey Mark,"Joanne greeted casually. Mark offered a small wave.

"Mark, get a clip of me and Joanne for your movie!"Maureen cried. Mark quickly grabbed his camera, as Maureen grinned, grabbing Joanne around the neck and kissing her cheek. Joanne nearly fell backwards.

"Maureen! Get off me!"she snapped, pushing Maureen away. Maureen frowned.

"What's wrong pookie?"she asked.

"Nothing's wrong,"Joanne grumbled, brushing Maureen aside. Maureen stared at Joanne for a moment...

"Come on Mark, let's go,"she said, a hint of coldness in her voice. Mark and Joanne both turned to Maureen.

"What?"they asked simultaneously.

"Mark is making a movie about me. He needs some shots of me living my life,"Maureen replied, grabbing her leather jacket.

"I just got here!"Joanne pointed out.

"Yeah? You can stay here and work on the digital designs, we'll go work on Mark's movie,"Maureen replied.

"Maureen, you're pushing my buttons again..."Joanne started.

"Good-bye Joanne."Maureen scowled angrily, and she strutted out the door. There was a very tense, awkward moment as Joanne glared after Maureen, Mark sitting there uncomfortably.

"Er...I'll see you later Joanne!"And he quickly darted from the room.