A/N: Still working on the last chapter of 'I Could've Lost You', but I opened up Microsoft Word and just had that need to write. And this was what happened. Basically, it started as to why Roger picked up the guitar again, and it ended up with how One Song Glory came about. I liked how it turned out, so here it is! Enjoy!

A/N2: Saw RENT on B'way yesterday for the second time. Will Chase is AMAZING as the new Roger. I don't think I breathed throughout his entire One Song Glory...which is perhaps why I wrote this. Don't know. But if you get the chance to go soon, please do, because I thought the cast was phenomenal (although nothing beats the OBC...sad sigh...)

The thing is, it wasn't my idea to start playing guitar again. It was April's. There was one night, a few weeks ago, where I had this dream. Nightmare, really. I walked into the bathroom and there was April on the floor, dead and bloody again. I began to scream (truth is, I'm not sure but I may have been really screaming...that was probably the reason Mark came running into my room) but stopped and backed away when April lifted up her pretty, delicate face.

She stared at me with her green eyes and whispered, "Write a song and save yourself. Write just one last song to bring you eternal glory." And with that, she closed her eyes forever.

Maybe she feels guilty for getting me where I was. A junkie and HIV+. I myself feel guilty for admitting this, but it was, in a sense, her fault for turning me into that person.

Then again, it was my fault for falling in love with her in the first place.

But maybe she felt guilty for that and wanted to save me. I truly believe it was her spirit haunting my dreams.

So anyway, Mark practically knocked down my door, hearing me scream bloody murder, and came in and woke me up. I hated him at that moment because I wanted to see if April would wake up again, tell me anything, guide me.

But no. Mark woke me up and ruined it.

Yet for some reason, I wasn't pissed at him. He woke me up and asked what was wrong and the only thing I could bring myself to say was, "One song...glory...one song, before I go..."

So it was all April. It wasn't the fact that I was dying and didn't have much time left or because Mark kept pestering me to get out of bed. I did it for April.

I plan on telling her that if...

When...

...we meet again.

But for now, I'm just trying to write one great song.