1Roger Davis sat near the window, mindlessly strumming his guitar while gazing absently at the people strolling the sidewalks of Avenue A. He wasn't really paying attention to anything, though, as his mind was focused on that girl. Mimi. Ever since the dancer from the Cat Scratch Club walked into his apartment last night asking him to light her candle, he hadn't been able to stop thinking about her. And that made him feel guilty. He couldn't be falling for some girl he just met! It wouldn't be fair to April.
Oh, God. April.
He had been devastated when his girlfriend died months before. For weeks after her death, he didn't even had the energy, or the will, to get out of bed. Roger had loved April more than anything in the world. Even more than his music. She had been perfect. She was beautiful- he got chills every time she flashed those amazing brown eyes and dazzling smile in his direction.. She was smart- she had told him she was the valedictorian of her class when she graduated from high school. And, most importantly, she loved and supported his music. Her death was agonizing for Roger. If it wasn't for his best friends' support, he probably would've tried to kill himself so he could be with her again. But Mark Cohen and Tom Collins stood by him for those long, lonely months after April passed away, and slowly, with their help, he started to recover. But even though he wasn't paralyzed with grief anymore, he still missed her. He missed those cozy nights cuddling on the couch together. He missed running to her arms after a successful show. He missed the long, loving kisses they shared...
Roger wiped his eyes on his sleeve. He still loved April with all of his heart. So he couldn't possibly be interested in someone else. But then...
"Do you want to dance?" she had asked him, with a flirty smile on her face.
"With you?" he replied, confused.
"No. With my father!" Mimi teased, and Roger felt attracted to her in a way he hadn't felt since he met April.
As the sun came out from behind a large cloud, Roger noticed that someone had wrote something on his window in the morning frost. "Xmas brunch. Just us? Mimi." A Christmas brunch with Mimi? Alone? Roger thought again about Mimi's smile, her laugh. He wanted to run downstairs as quickly as possible and accept her offer. He got up out of his seat and started towards the bathroom to go take a warm, refreshing shower and get dressed... but then stopped. April's face popped into his mind again. She almost looked disappointed. It was almost as if her face was saying, What about me, baby? Roger walked back over to the window and sat down. No. He couldn't go out with Mimi! He couldn't do that to April. It was too soon. Far too soon. He wasn't ready for another relationship.
Not yet.