Warnings: weirdness

I do not own RENT.

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Production Managers

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Maureen's microphone has seen a lot of performances. She has seen the way that her pretty owner frets and worries over her newest piece and what if she doesn't hit the cue just right, what if her voice cracks, what if her microphone gives out.

Maureen's microphone would never give out on her pretty owner, because, like everyone else, she loves her pretty owner. But the difference is that Maureen won't get rid of her.

Maureen's microphone has also seen a lot of production managers, or at least that's what her pretty owner calls them. In reality only a few ever really knew what they were doing with all of the electronic equipment. The rest just pushed some buttons and hoped for the best. But if it makes her pretty owner feel important to call them production managers, she'll call them that too.

Most of the managers were there for one or two performances, just long enough to fall in love with the enigma that is her pretty owner, before they were tossed aside. The only one that stayed for very long was a blonde haired blue-eyed boy named Mark.

In the beginning Maureen's microphone thought he would be like everyone else, but he kept coming back and was there continuously. She remembers him vividly and the way he would carefully handle her and the rest of the equipment. He was gentle, but too gentle for the tornado that was her pretty owner, and she left him burned like the rest.

And now there was this…this girl. She was like none of Maureen's other managers, in the way that she didn't even try to flip some switches, but just stood there cursing about an engineer.

Then Mark walked in and the girl tried to hide her relief behind a mask of indifference, but Maureen's microphone saw. And she watched the two of them talk and dance and she realized something.

Maybe this girl wouldn't be able to handle the equipment, but she seemed that she would be able to perfectly handle her pretty owner. And maybe Maureen's microphone would see more of her in the future.

Because Maureen's microphone liked this one.

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This was written for speedrent challenge 190. It's a little iffy, but you know.

Review please.

Dymond.