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Roger's Journal (Don't touch Mark!)
April 19
"AAAAAAAAAAAPRIIIIIIIILLLLLLLL!" That's what I screamed the night after finding April's dead body, bloodied, in the bathtub of the loft bathroom. I haven't had that dream in a long time. A sort of memory dream. I didn't do that when Mimi died. I never had a single nightmare about it either. But with April… Times were different back then, you know.
The first time I laid eyes on April, I was awestruck. Mark and I had gone out to celebrate his 21st birthday. You know, one of those, party-with-just-your-best-friend-before-hanging-with-the-others kinda thing. So I took him to this place I used to frequent in high school. I remember he'd always question me about how I knew of such a place, and I'd laugh at him, give him a little tap on the arm, and shake my head, more or less ignoring the question.
Anyway, back on topic. We stepped in after I finished my cigarette, and headed straight for the bar. I announced to the room it was Marky's bday, and got everyone in there to sing to him, which of course made him blush. Brightly. He was red all over his body. It was fucking hilarious. Anyway, and of course, the waitress who came to help him breathe, cuz he was so embarrassed he couldn't breathe, was none other than April. Back then she was still a brunette, which is her natural hair colour… I think.
So yeah, I took one look at her, and thought… I'd do her. Hey, I'm an asshole, remember? I definitely thought she was rather beautiful. Fuck, she was gorgeous. She had the perfect amount of makeup on her face that made you wonder if she was an angel. She pulled off the innocent act very well. I certainly fell for it. And in a way, she kinda was innocent. Okay, not completely innocent, but more like… child-like. Like, she was a woman, but young. I guess, maybe in soul, or something like that. Anyway, I'm not all for that whole philosophical thing.
I remember our eyes caught hold of each others, and she flashed me a beautiful smile, which actually got me to smile back. I didn't smile back unless you were waving an eight ball or an ounce in my face. I rarely smiled back at anyone. But she… she was beautiful. Her eyes were the softest shade of brown I'd ever seen, yet they were piercing, like she could see through you.
Let's just say, I practically fell head over heels for her, but didn't tell anyone. After about a half hour, cuz that's how long it took to get Mark shitfaced. And I mean shitfaced. It was funny, cuz he took off his shirt, jumped on the bar, and someone actually put Bee Gees on. Mark stood on the bar, and sang Stayin' Alive. And the best part of that was that since Marky takes his camera everywhere we go, I got it all on film. He hates it whenever I bring it up to him. I still have that somewhere too. Maybe I'll make him watch it with me. Watch his face get all red, and he'll smack me with a pillow, or something sharp even.
So, got a little off topic there. After a half hour, I approached her, smiled, pointed to Mark, and said, "he's with me." She laughed at that, which meant that was a good opening line. It's hard to find a good pick up line, and well, Mark just made that too easy for me. I asked her to tell me about herself, which I found out later was complete bullshit. Her and her sister had this little system when it came to getting picked up.
So, after our little conversation, in which she swore she knew me from somewhere… I get that a lot. Even now… most of the people who ask, recognize me from my gigs though. Most of those people I used to hang out with are either dead, or dying. Much like me.
Uh… We talked. It was a good conversation. I got her phone number too, which was pretty much the whole point. Gave her mine, that way I wouldn't have to call. You know how that works.
Three weeks, not a single phone call. Okay, so she knew how to play this game too. I gave in however, cuz basically, I just wanted to get laid. I called her, her sister answered, and her sister was already drunk, and started asking me questions like, "Are you that guy she met at the bar? You know, the one where some geeky guy stripped and sang Bee Gees?" Why yes, that would be me. "She hasn't stopped talking about you since you left the bar that night." I heard April in the background yelling at her sister, and I couldn't help but laugh my ass off. And here I had begun to think I wasn't sexy enough to get the hot chick.
She finally got the phone away from her sister, and tried to pull it off like she wasn't embarrassed, and of course mentioned her sister being drunk. I played it off like a good boy, and she said I was sweet.
The rest of the conversation was me playing the sweet guy, and her avoiding my every attempt to get her to go out with me. I think that lasted about an hour before she finally gave into me, and that was with aid from her sister.
All this remembering shit is giving me a headache. I hate when that happens. I'm gonna have to take care of this, then I'm gonna go to bed.