"Last night, I had a dream…" Maureen said from the stage. I tried to pay attention. Desperately, I did. But with Mark to my left and Mimi to my right, I couldn't think let alone listen and comprehend Maureen's metaphors. I looked to Mark, fondling his camera carefully, it was adorable his attachment to it. I loved to watch him work it, it amazed me how much patience he had with it. With my guitar I give up so easy. But he stays so loyal.

I didn't realize I was staring at him, until a small, dark hand grabbing mine shook me out of my daze. I looked away at Mimi and saw her grinning at me slightly. Pulling my hand away gently I turned towards the stage.

"Leap of Faith, Leap of Faith…" Cooed her backup singers. My attention went to Mimi, to see how she took my rejection. She was no longer looking at Maureen or Me, but Benny! She was carefully gazing at him, chewing her lip nervously. Why was she staring at Benny like that? Oh well. It's not like I can say my attention wasn't on someone unexpected.

I turn back to Mark, watching him reel a lever back and forth, observing carefully as he twisted and pulled knobs. Everything little thing he did, amazed me some how. Put me in a trance no other could lure me into. I hate it, it makes me fall in love with him again every time I enter such a state.

"Moo with Me!" Maureen yelled in request to the crowd. People mooed throughout the crowd until an unruly cop started moving for someone in the front row. As soon as I knew it the crowd was in absolute chaos.

Mimi grabbed my hand and tried to pull us out of this endless mob of shouting and fighting supporters. I instantly turn to see where Mark had gotten to. No sight of his spiky blonde hair in the crowd. I want to rip my hand away from her grip, but at this point were almost out of the cloud of angry fellow protesters.

"Let's go find everyone else." She shouts over the crowd. I nod in a quick response. Mimi scans the crowd for Angel and Collins, as I desperately gaze for Mark. No sign of him again.

"Mimi-chica!" An exasperated Angel says wrapping her arms around Mimi's shoulders.

"Hey, man, it's rough up in here, we should head up to the Life." Collins says draping an arm around Angel.

"But…what about Mark? We can't just let him be trampled out here." I reasoned, desperate to find him again.

"I'm sure he'll find us, sweetie, but we'll all catch death if we stand out in this cold any longer." Angel said resting a hand on my shoulder and smiled warmly.

"I- Well, all right." I say reluctantly.

"All right, then. Now let's get out of here before another cop has to feel the wrath of these boots." Angel said with a small giggle before turning away from me and snuggling up to Collins. Mimi stepped closer and took my hand once again. This time I didn't resist, what's the pointing fighting it anyways. Mark. Mark is worth it. Worth every second of my life. Worth every one of my breaths. Worth anything in my possession. Worth all the love I could muster.

I look over Mimi, she's pretty. Really, she is. If she could just loose the part the screamed stripper. She's no Mark. But, mark was never to be. No matter how hard I try to imagine it, Mimi will always be Mimi. And mark will be my simple distant best friend. What I hoped for and longed for, was a simple fantasy of sorts. And of course simple, uncontainable love.