"You are firing me because of my anarchy theory," Collins droned, because it wasn't the first time it had happened.

"We're not firing you, we're letting you go." Mr. Driver said.

Collins sighed. It was the same thing on his radar. "Because of my anarchy theory."

"No of course not." Mr. Driver told him. Mr. Driver was small and bald, who thought he was important, but was just another employee at NYU.

"Don't lie." Collins said. "It is because of my anarchy theory." He sighed. "You know where to send my pay check." And he walked out of the NYU collage.

As Collins walked to the loft he entered to a typical scene. Mark was filming and Roger was with Mimi and his guitar.

"What's up?" Roger asked, slowly plucking along to Mussatta's Waltz.

Collins sighed. "NYU, Doesn't like my anarchy theory

My ex-boss had to control

But he's full of bull

So what should my next job be?" Collin's sang

Mimi looked at him. "NYU, Would never hire me

You lasted long

But now their gone

And you can see what you can be!"

"School. Why school now?

Why should it matter anyhow?" Roger asked, who was always the type to have detention and straight F's all through high school.

"I like to teach though,

Only there's nothing to show

For my hours of work, you know." Collins told them all.

"Why collage?" Mark asked. "Why not high school?

Get a job there,

They've got more to share."

"NYU, doesn't like anarchy theory,

The boss controls

But he's full of bull,

So that's what my new job will be."

…………..

Collins headed for the local high school. It wasn't good high school. It looked like coke and crack alley to be honest. But it would bring in money for Collins until he got a new job.

Two hours later, Collins had his new job, starting once Christmas Vacation got back as a tenth grade history teacher.

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"What's your band's name again?" Helena asked Roger.

"Well Hungarians." Roger told him.

"Where are you performing at?" said Helena.

"No where lately." He said sullenly.

"Do you have sound equipment?" Helena said.

"No, but Maureen does." Roger said. "Why?"

"Because I could get you a space." Helena told him.

"Where?"

"Rooftop."

"The rooftop?" Roger asked.

"That's a good idea." Mimi said, making dinner.

"How?"

"Come on, we borrow some stuff from Maureen, bring your band here, perform, get a record deal, and we move out of here." Mimi said.

"She's brilliant." Helena said. She reached for the phone. "What's Maureen's number?"

"I didn't agree to anything!" Roger whined.

Maureen and the rest of the band came over, and they all got the sound equipment working.

Mark came back from his meeting with Alexi, just in time to see the scene. Helena and Mimi were on the fire escape, wearing thick coats and boots because it was the end of December. But they looked good all the same. Both of them had a microphone, and were getting ready to start.

"Oh Mark!" Helena said. "Your just in time for the show!"

"What are you two doing?" Mark asked.

"Roger got his first gig." Mimi said.

"His first gig was when we were in high school." Mark said.

"WHATEVER!" Mimi said.

Helena flipped on the microphone. "HELLO NEW YORK CITY!" She shouted. Her voice echoed through the alleys and peopled stopped in their tracks.

"Please tell me he isn't on the rooftop." Mark said.

"WE'VE GOT A VERY SPECIAL PREFROMACE FOR YA'LL TONIGHT!" Helena shouted.

"GIVE IT UP FOR… WELL HUNGARIONS!" Mimi shouted.

"Are they or are they not on the roof?" Mark asked.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE THE DOING ON THE ROOF?" They all heard Benny shout.

"Crap." Mark said.

Benny was standing outside of the building, fuming. "I'M CALLING THE POLICE!" He shouted, but nobody really heard him, too many people were flocking to get the free concert.

Roger and his band were rocking out on top of the building, and Avenue A was having a blast. Whenever a fast song came on, everybody started dancing. When Roger sang Your Eyes people were crying.

Then the police sirens started to come in earshot, and the music stopped. If Benny thought that this would put a halt to the concert, be was wrong. Instead, a riot started, much like the one that Maureen had started last year. Only this time, Roger and his band got arrested.

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(Ok! Review please. Did ya'll like the song? Should I write more songs, or stop writing them. Review and tell me, because I'm not sure what I should do with that.)