This one isn't as humorous, but it took me a while to figure out what to write for this one. I already have about three other songs written, so that's good. June 16 is the last day of school, so I'll be updating every one of my stories then. Enjoy!
Rent
Joanne rubbed her temples, her eyes closed in deep concentration, pepping herself for her newest case. It wasn't going to be tough. She was prosecuting some guy named Phil somethingoranother for not paying rent that month…year…past five years…on his apartment. Joanne smiled to herself. No, this wouldn't be too hard indeed.
However, something inside of her was picking at her conscience. Maybe it was because before she'd become a lawyer she hadn't paid rent for months at a time either. She knew how it felt to not be able to pay. What it was like to barely scrape by. To not know about the seemingly simple feeling of fullness.
No, Joanne thought to herself firmly, Don't get involved. Don't get personal. That's a one-way road to failure. This is strictly business. You're never even going to see this guy again!
Yet, as she looked at her client (the landlord that hadn't gotten the rent) she was reminded of Benny, the landlord of Mark and Roger's building. Everyone hated him because of his constant turning off the power and whatnot.
"Actually," Joanne whispered to herself, "This might be a good thing. Now I can see both ends of the coin- the landlord and the person living in the building."
Joanne nodded. Yes, this was a good thing indeed.
The trial passed by in a blur, like usual. Her client, having won, paid her and walked off. Joanne was sure she'd never see him again. That's when she saw Phil, being hauled off the jail to work off the debt of rent. It made her heart break. This guy was pretty young. She watched a woman standing by, tears streaming down her cheeks. A sparkling ring was on her finger.
"Who might you be?" Joanne asked the woman curiously.
"Phil's fiancée. But now he's going to jail and we can't pay bail and we won't get married! We both have AIDS and don't have that much longer." The lady answered, a new wave of tears passing over her.
Joanne was reminded of the six other bohemians. Her stomach lurched. Something had to be done. Confidently she walked over the police officer.
"Excuse me," Joanne said, "But how much is this man's bail?"
The officer named a price and Joanne took the money she'd just been paid with and handed it to him.
"What's this?" the officer asked.
"This man's bail. Let him go." Joanne answered.
The officer grunted and undid Phil's handcuffs. He immediately ran over to his fiancée and gave her a hug.
Joanne disappeared into the crowd, the warmth of doing the right thing making her forget about the hunger pains in her stomach.
