RENT copyrighted to Jonathan Larson. "Mr. Mistoffelees with Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer" & "The Old Possum's Practical Book of Cats" copyrighted to T. S. Elliot. I am considering rewriting the previous story in making it more interesting, but not actually changing big things. Oh, and reviewslove. This chapter is Mark Roxie centric. Joanne and Maureen setting up for the protest, and Mimi and Roger's date at the café. This is AU-ish so not all time period things may not be accurate.
Aspirer
Kawaii-peach14
MissB8604
L Ducky
The two had finally decided upon a spot to start filming. It seemed as though there was barely any decent lighting in the loft despite how big it was. Yet, for once, the both of them didn't get frustrated and give up so easily over this. Just another problem that could be solved with a little something called patience. Finally, a spot was decided on. A place, ironically enough, where Roger spent quite a bit of time thinking here. That little nook, the one where you could sit by the window, and have a great view. Well, a great view if you liked looking off to another identical building.
A pleasant warm light had greeted the dark haired girl as she sat down gracefully, but was starting to grow a little skeptical about this whole thing. Mark didn't seem to have much of an interest speaking to her alone for something particular beforehand. What could he possibly have to say at a time like this? Most of the time he just tried to keep to himself. Well, probably because every time Roxie had talked to him…She needed something. Hopefully after all of that trouble everything could grow somewhat normal again. Hopefully.
Ready…. Action. Mark had gotten his camera working as well as he could and the film started rolling. "So, is there anything you would like to say before I ask you a few questions?" This was now a chance to get the subject comfortable in being able to be honest about every question asked. If they were putting on an act, it would be lying. Then that would kill the whole purpose of even trying to make a movie such as this one. Though, these beginning moments were awkward. Plus, he had admired this drag queen to a certain extent. Everyone relied on emotions so much and love. This person seemed much more aloof then any of them could be. But then again, that wasn't the best thing either. What fun would life be if you couldn't express every emotion you had to the fullest. Defiantly a lifestyle Maureen would never be able to survive with. Might as well just tell her to act as if she was Benny or something.
Thinking for a moment the emerald-eyed girl replied somewhat coldly, "No, not at all. But the real question is… What would you like to say?" Crossing one leg over the other she tried to not let her mind wander too much. Such as… Trying to get a tutor for dancing if that workshop deal works out. Where to get the money, and how to find the time for something like that... How long will it take, and what about all the words to memorize. Oh dear god… Talk about taking much more then you could handle. Why couldn't doing these sorts of things be ea-wait. Stay on task. Stay on task! Oh poo…
"Well, h-how about… What brings you here with us exactly?" Oh wait… Learned that the first day of arrival. Um… Something else, something to show a bit more personality as opposed to what we see on an ordinary basis. " Never mind, uh, how about…W-What are those books for?" Jeez this is like trying to convince Roger to actually go live out his life. Even with Mimi it's like talking to a brick wall.
Staring blankly at this cameraman for a few moments she nervously shown one of the books to the camera. "T-this one is 'Mr. Mistoffeelees with Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer.' By T. S. Elliot." Sighing, emerald eyes looked at the entrance of the loft as if begging to get out of there. It wasn't exactly a thing that was desired… To talk about one's dreams and wishes. "It has a bit to do with that job I got." She wanted to keep the image of someone who barely had anything in common with these people at all. Someone who spent more of their time wanting money then doing something artistic. But there it was, for this filmmaker to see, a side of her that wasn't prepared to hide fluently. Glancing to the camera once more there was a quick sigh of what made Roxie tick. No, Rosando, the one who wanted to have the life of his cousin. Carefree and being able to express one's self without worrying about what other people think.
-With Maureen and Joanne-
"I can't get this honey-bear!" Maureen dramatically cried out. "Last night… Last night I… Umm… Oh what is it?" They had been attempting to set up for the protest for so long now, and Maureen had just arrived a half hour late. She hadn't been spending too much time practicing her material, and it was very obvious. Well, if she hadn't been spending extra time taking care of matters that needed 'special attention' then this could possibly be running a lot smoother. It was already a lot colder then they had expected it to be. Thus, already putting the two lovers in a bad mood.
"Have you practiced Maureen?" Joanne asked half paying attention, and fumbling around with switches and wires. She had no idea what the hell she was doing. As much as she hated to admit it, they needed someone to come over and help. The disappointing thing was it seemed as though it would be impossible to grow immune to all of this bickering and her Maureen's… Strange prioritizing. Is it the protest or running off with people?
-With Roger and Mimi-
Finally, some peace and quiet away from the loft, and this was probably one of the better days of the week. Considering someone was sent out to get a job, and now it was some time for, well, quality time. It was much more comfortable then in the loft. The warmth of the cozy restaurant was pleasant, and set a certain mood that was just so hard to find these days. Maybe even a romantic spark or two. That, or enlighten him about the female persona. Yeah, something like that.
The waiter had taken their small orders of just coffee, and now the tense mood was slowly going away. Plus, what would make them think they could afford most of the things on the menu either way! Roger, as usual, wasn't the social butterfly so it was up to Mimi to start the conversation. "So Rog, what about Maureen's protest… You planning on going?" Mimi spoke up leaning forward a little in her chair. It was something she wanted to have mentioned. Her eyes shown that she was obviously waiting for Roger to ask her if she wanted to go with him. Hopefully, this time, it wouldn't go over his head or something.
It was truly a miraculous day; Roger had finally caught what Mimi was saying. "Well, not exactly. But, would you like to go…um… with me? To Maureen's protest." Cocking his head to the side a little Roger was trying to get some of his 'sheep dog' hair out of his face.
"Sure."
-With Collins and Angel-
"I changed my mind!" Angel yelped looking towards the loft door. It wasn't exactly that easy to get someone to apologize or try to make amends of things. Especially if they barely had anything to do with the problem. A flower print skirt brushing against a leather jacket soon proved that, well, there was no getting away from this.
Collins had wrapped an arm around Angel and attempted to sort of drag her there. She was never this stubborn so it was a little strange dealing with her. "Baby, come on. I'm right here, and we're already this close." It had been a long walk, but there weren't any second thoughts till just now. Which, honestly, didn't help anyone.
"Ow! Shit… Angel, you didn't have to kick me with your shoes!"
Review please! I'm trying to get back into writing.
