Confessions: Roger

"Ok, you're on…. Come on! Name, time, date…. Just your name, please? Not even your name? Tell us your name, dammit!"

"Mhmmm…."

"What was that?"

"Auberhmhm…."

"Stop mumbling!"

"Roger frickin' Davis!"

"Come on, your full name. 'Frickin'' is not your middle name."

"Aw, man, you know I hate it!"

"If you don't I will."

"Roger Melman Davis."

"What? Melman? Oh, you have got to be kidding me!"

"You know what, Maureen, if you don't shut your goddamn yap---"

"Come on, guys! Don't start up again! We just got over this!"

"I refuse to keep up with this--- this--- this whatever, if Maureen doesn't leave. Now."

"Hey, if you can watch mine, then I want to watch yours!"

"He's right. Get out".

"Aw, Marky! But---"

"Now!"

"You suck."

"Okay, but leave. Anyway. Care to elaborate on your middle name?"

"Care to shut up?"

"God, settle down! Its just Mo. I didn't do anything."

"Whatever. Just lets get this thing done."

"What are your greatest regrets?"

"Forget regret, Mark."

"Roger!"

"I have no regrets."

"Just because Maureen pissed you off doesn't mean you can wreck my film! Answer truthfully."

"I guess… I don't know, the drugs, I guess. I was just starting the Well Hungarians. Things were great. That was definitely the high point of my life. We were getting gigs left and right, girls were falling all over themselves to get to us… it was the best. I had never gotten high before. Wait, that's not true. I tried pot once when one of the guys came home with it. You were there, remember? You got mad.

"One of the gigs I remember best was the one I met April in. We were great. The crowd was going nuts over us. I was really going, and I looked out at the crowd and saw this cute red-head. No, cute isn't the right word. She had seen too much. She had a sort of… haunted edge to her. We just kept staring at each other the whole show. After, we found each other and went for coffee or something like that. She was really smart, passionate, and vibrant. I liked that about her. The things she felt something about, she felt it to the extreme. She kind of reminded me of Collins in that way. We were talking, and probably half way through she started looking bad. I asked her what was wrong, and she said she was 'illin'. I had heard the guys talking about it, and I knew it had something to do with drugs. I didn't know what to think of her. But she was cool, and I guess I thought I could change her.

"That night I took her home with me and well… yeah. That was some of the greatest sex I'd ever had. I think the guys figured she'd only stick around that night, another groupie, you know? I thought so too, after I woke up the next morning and she wasn't there. April had other ideas. But that was so like her. She always had another agenda. One afternoon, she showed up to one of our practices and started acting like… well like a girlfriend! The guys didn't like it too much. She was bossy, and controlling, and almost always high. Ever since that day we just… we were together."

"You regret going out with April?"

"No! Of course not! I never said that! You interrupted me, and wouldn't let me finish!"

"Well, sorry! You weren't saying anything!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. The actual regret is… I don't think she ever knew that I loved her. She was the first girl I ever really loved. I mean, I had had a lot of girlfriends and all that, but they were nothing. They were all shallow, stupid, and pretty. I never told her how I really felt about her."

"Do you want to talk about how she died?"

"No."

"Geez, you don't have to yell at me."

"Well, I don't."

"Okay, then tell me about how you got started on drugs. Don't make that face at me, just do it!"

"Okay, so one day, I catch April doing a few lines. Coke, right? I didn't know how to handle it. She told me to try some, and I did. At the time I was way too far in. I didn't want her to go. She threatened me a few times. You, Maureen, Benny, even Collins hated her, I remember. You didn't think I knew, but I did. I overheard you talking about it once. And then there was the rest of the band, they hated her too. I recognize that she wasn't a good person, but that doesn't change how I felt about her. She kept pushing me, and I got hooked. It got so bad that I couldn't leave the house without getting strung out."

"Who was your first?"

"Nanette Himmelfarb."

"What? Please tell me this is after we broke up."

"No, actually."

"And you're totally okay with this? Roger, she was my girlfriend! Have you no shame? She wouldn't even have sex with me!"

"Well, I guess that's how things turned out. Just so you know, you didn't miss out on anything. She was pretty bad."

"I'm disgusted. And I have other people to interview. We'll talk about this later, and we will talk---"

"I'm ba-ack!"

"Out, Maureen!"

a/n: Hey, hey, hey! Let me know how you guys feel with the strictly dialogue thing. Is it confusing? Do you like it? Let me know your feedback, positive or otherwise…