Disclaimer: I don't own Rent
Maureen was on the couch, alone with Roger's new girlfriend. She wasn't exactly new, as they had apparently been dating for a few months. He brought her around the loft last week and she had crashed there ever since. When Roger presented her as April to the group, Maureen recognized her immediately. Sometimes when she went to the park with Mark, she would see a pretty redhead talking to the drug dealer. But she seemed nice enough, and Roger was happy.
"Where are the boys?" April broke the silence.
Maureen shrugged. "Mark went filming. Roger's probably with him."
April nodded. "Figures."
Maureen looked up. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"If they're not with us, they're together," April explained, "and if they're not together, Mark is with his camera, and Roger's always playing that god damn guitar."
Maureen laughed. "At least when Roger plays his guitar, I can sing along."
"Oh that's right!" April put up her hand in a strike of realization. "I swear I heard you sing at that coffee shop a few blocks up."
"That's me," Maureen took a mock diva pose. April giggled. "Mark films me singing sometimes."
"I'd love to have someone film me like that," April admitted. "I can be such an attention whore sometimes."
"Me too," Maureen agreed. "Most of his attention goes towards his camera. Seriously, if it wouldn't break his little heart, I'd throw that god damn thing out the window. I asked him once who his girlfriend was: the camera or me. You know what he said?"
April giggled again. "What he say?"
"He said 'I always thought of my camera as a boy'," Maureen grinned when April started cracking up. "So I was standing there trying to process what he just said and then he said he named it and showed me its nametag. His face lit up and I just melted right there."
"That's adorable," April composed herself. "I went to surprise Roger after a show one time because I knew he was alone backstage. When I got there, he was talking to his guitar. I had to leave right then because I was about to bust out laughing." Maureen did just that at the conclusion of the story, April joining her.
As the two sat on the couch in a fit of giggles, they were able to look past the problems they had. Maureen overlooked the track marks and blood shot eyes. April ignored the inner self-absorbed drama queen. And they just sat there, laughing like old friends.
Fin