Gah, no reviews. I am dying without reviews. Can't you tell? I haven't written in a while.

Roger found his way home easily enough. He hadn't been there for a while, but already this place was growing on him. Up ahead a hooded figure was wrapped against the cold. Only it wasn't really cold. It was moving quickly, trying to get out of the open. Or whatever.

That night's performance had been good, with plenty of people there happy enough to listen to his music. The band he was playing with was pretty good, at it for a while. True professionals.

The person up ahead turned in the same direction he was going. Interesting, but not entirely odd. Probably lives nearby.

There was a girl in the front row. She was beautiful, she was happy, and he had sung every song for her. Though she didn't know it. Slipped out the back when he was looking for her. Maybe she'd be there the next time he played.

The figure turned and went into his building. Well, not really his, but still, the building he lived in. He thought he pretty much knew everyone who lived in this broken down building. Suddenly, it turned around sharply.

"What do you want? Are you trying to mug me? Because I swear, I've got a brick in my purse, and I'm not afraid to use it," that voice sounded familiar, "Oh god, it's just you." She pulled back her hood to reveal long tresses of bright red hair. It was the girl from the coffee shop, "What are you doing here? Still looking for a job?"

"No, I'm trying to get to my apartment, if you don't mind," he tried to pass her.

"You actually live here?" her voice was filled with disbelief.

"Yeah, with Collins and Mark," pause, "Where exactly did you see me living, if you don't mind me asking?"

"With your parents in some brownstone with tons of money, just playing your guitar and bleaching your hair to make your parents mad. I know the type," she finally moved so he could pass.

"Where do you live?" the little brat had peaked his interest.

"Second floor. And don't try to sneak into my apartment at night," she smiled, "I have a baseball bat beside my bed and a knife underneath my pillow." she seemed to have a new found respect for him. One he couldn't quite grasp.

"Like I'll try to get you," he ran upstairs before she could comment, but his thoughts were still with that red head, and that girl from the front row.

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