Sorry I have not updated in a while. I have been on break and too busy watching RENT. I am now the proud owner of it. I made my dad go get it at like 11 at night and then I was like screaming with joy when I got it. Ha Ha. Anyway, if you have the DVD-2 disc, you need to watch the special features. It will piss you off, because they cut like some really good songs. Also, watch the NO DAY BUT TODAY Documentary. I cried so hard. Anyway, hope you enjoy. Review me please, because I am a major review whore.

Table For Two

Roger sat on Mimi's bed, playing his guitar. He heard a tap at the window. He looked up but no one was there. He kept looking at the window with a curious look. He saw a rock fly at it. The same tap sounded. He walked over to the window. He saw someone in a long coat and a ski mask run away from under the window and down the alley.

Roger opened the window and grabbed one of the rocks. It had a white piece of paper on, tied with a rubber band. Roger pulled the note off. He opened it up. It was a small piece of paper, stained by coffee. He squinted to read the messy, small hand-writing.

Lover Boy, you steal my client. You die.

Roger read the note over a couple times before it clicked in.

"Gordon," he gasped.

He went to grab his coat, but stopped. He couldn't do anything, he shouldn't do anything. Mimi would be furious. Besides, Gordon was capable of a lot of things. He had connections on every corner. Roger could handle Gordon, but not Gordon's hit men or his weapons.

Roger furiously threw the paper on the ground. He walked back over to his guitar, but he didn't play it. He just sat there and stared at the strings.

"This is Maya," Mimi said to her friend Samantha. They were standing inside Mimi's dressing room. "Collins is taking care of her."

"Tom?" Samantha said, "Angel's Tom?"

"Yea," Mimi said. Samantha smiled and held her hand out to Maya.

"Anyway," Samantha said. "You're on in ten for the afternoon show."

Mimi nodded and the door closed behind Samantha.

"You are going to go backstage while I go on stage," Mimi said. "If you get bored you can just come back in here and hang out."

Maya nodded. "I wish this place wasn't closing down. I would love to get a job dancing," Maya said.

Mimi frowned. "I wish it wasn't closing either." Mimi then looked at Maya and smiled. "You are much too young to dance here!"

"When did you start?" Maya asked.

"17," Mimi said. "Times are different now."

"Sure," Maya laughed.

Mimi looked at Maya. She put her hand on the girl's shoulder.

"Maya," she said. "This family has been through so much. We are close and we will always stay that way, no matter what. You need to promise me that you won't turn down the wrong path. Collins cannot take any more pain. Please Maya. Please don't make the wrong choice like I did."

Maya was taken aback at Mimi's little speech. The manager knocked on the door.

"Meems," he said impatiently. "You're on next."

Mimi brushed some tears from her face and walked out. Maya sat there.

"How dare she tell me that, how can she tell me to not do something she has done. She can't be that much older. Besides, she can't tell me what to do. I hate being told what to do," Maya said. She walked out of the dressing room. She saw Mimi dancing on the stage.

"Ow!" Mimi screamed. The guys all clapped and whistled.

Maya smiled. She imagined herself up there. She imagined the lights hitting her hair, her body moving to the beat of the music, all eyes on her. She knew it was what she wanted to do.

"What is your favorite kind of food?" Collins asked.

"Chinese," Maya said. She was walking down the street with Collins. They were on their way to dinner.

"Chinese it is," he laughed. "So, how was your day with Mimi?"

"It was fun," Maya said. "I wish the club wasn't closing down. It looked like a fun place to work at."

"Never get too attached to a job. Benny will always close it down, "Collins laughed. "He is like Satan."

Maya laughed. "So, where can I get a job around here? I really want to start working."

"I can look around," Collins said. "But let me warn you it is not the easiest place to find a job."

Maya nodded.

"On another topic," Collins said. "I talked to your father's lawyer. He left everything to you. Which means you will obtain his money when you come of age. Until then, your guardian will hold it. Your father told me he died that his one wish was for you to find a suitable family. We can always bring you back to the adoption agency and you can live with us until you find someone, but….." He trailed off and sat Maya down on a nearby bench. Collins laughed and bent down on one knee. "Maya Isabel Maria Gomez, would you accept my offer to be your adopted father?" Maya looked at him.

"What?" she asked.

"I would like to adopt you," Collins laughed.

Maya stood up and hugged Collins. "Oh Tom," she cried. "That would be amazing." Collins stood up.

Maya was so happy the rest of the night. She loved the fact that she was adopted, especially to someone she got along with so well. She could not believe she was going to be a part of a family. Her old father was nice and she loved him more than anything, but he was always working and they didn't even eat dinner together. She ate every night with his stingy girlfriend, who fled right after his funeral. Allah Cortez was a tall, blonde woman from France. She had an annoying accent and hated kids. Allah knew some Spanish and they usually spoke Spanglish during dinner. Maya turned her attention back to her new family. It wasn't a bonified family, like the ones she read about in books. Half of them had aids and the other half had secrets or dark pasts. Through all the pain though, they seemed to be as happy as they could be. She was looking forward to the future.

"Table for two," Collins said, which interrupted Maya's thoughts. She smiled up at her new father.