Ever wonder what the songs COULD be like. Well, this is my take (of just the titles at least). Yeah, this is supposed to be kinda humorous and I hope you like it! I'll try and get all the songs in.
Disclaimer: I don't own RENT.
Oh, and the song order will be following that in the movie. Just thought you'd like to know. And, as of now, there really is no essential plot line. This is all for kicks. And without further ado…
Seasons of Love
Maureen sat alone in a bar, her eyes puffy and red with tears. She silently gulped down a mug of beer and quickly ordered a new one. The bartender looked hesitantly at the drunk beauty before sliding her a new glass filled to the brim with the yellowish liquid.
As Maureen continued to chug down the alcohol, she thought about Mark. Who'd have thought breaking up with a scrawny, geeky little runt like Mark would be so difficult? Maureen certainly hadn't thought so. It was just Mark- a guy friend in between the good ones. Yet, here she was, bawling her eyes out over Mark.
You know, Maureen thought to herself, her thoughts slurred from the massive amount of alcohol she'd consumed, Love is like the four seasons.
Maureen nodded her head as if agreeing with herself. "Yeah," she muttered aloud, "The four seasons. You start off with spring. It's all cool and nice and you barely know it's there. Spring is all shy, like a schoolgirl with a crush."
"What's that?" the bartender asked.
"Gimme another beer," Maureen slurred, slurping down the rest of the one in front of her before continuing, "Then there's summer. Hot, steaming summer. That's when your love is at its best. The sex is great during the summer. Oh yeah. Every night almost. Nice and steaming and full of passion."
"This is the last one," the bartender mumbled, giving Maureen the beer, "And you better be able to pay!"
"'Kay," Maureen said cheerfully, sliding the necessary amount of money across the bar, "Here goes grumpy pants. Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, fall! Fall is pretty bad. That's when you start losing interest in your loved one. Yeah, the sex is still there, but it's worthless. It's around fall you start cheating on 'em. And then there's winter. That's when you break up and you're both left in the cold. Gotta hate winter. And now I'm stuck in the middle of it. At least spring is on the horizon. I'm gonna go find Joanne."
With that, Maureen gulped down the rest of her beer.
"Y'know," Maureen grumbled to herself slyly as she stumbled down the street toward Joanne's apartment, "It's no wonder summer has always been my favorite season."
