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Sorry for not writing for so long. Writers block. And apologies about the last chapter.

Every day the apartment seemed to be smaller, if not because of the epic romance between the filmmaker and the crazy woman, but because there were so many people living there. Collins would go out late every night to talk about Thoreau and maybe Saul Williams, and wouldn't come back till the wee hours of the morning, smelling like alcohol and tea. Roger himself would often times return late, because of the bands gigs.

Queen Mary's Vengeanance's popularity was growing, and because of this, they were going all across New York and Jersey performing in bars and a few coffee shops. There was talk about putting out a record and touring in like England, but Roger wasn't sure. He still had roots in the area, and a touring band was a big commitment. The others said they wanted a decision tomorrow.

And for some reason, he still wasn't sure.

When he got back to the building, the red head was sitting on the stoop, sipping a cup of tea from a large mug. Her hair was pulled back, revealing a long neck and dangling earrings, and when she saw him, her gaze turned slightly condescending.

"I hear you boys are going to start touring?" she smirked, "going to join the big dogs maybe?"

"We're not sure if we're going to tour," he tried to pass off the conversation, but she wasn't letting him off that easily.

"Ah, so you're the one that's holding up the process. If you don't move boy, they're going to drop you like a rock," a smirk again. The thing was perpetually on her face, "touring is a once in a lifetime opportunity. There are plenty of boys with your voice that would gladly join a band for the chance of a lifetime. And you're passing it up for what?"

"I didn't say I was passing it up," he frowned, "I said that we were still not sure about touring. Leaving the country to perform for audiences is a big commitment. Leaving the state to perform is a big commitment. Just because some big record exec says we're going to make it doesn't mean we will."

"You're just getting in the way, aren't you," finally, she got on his nerves and he went upstairs. Maureen and pookie were sitting on the couch doing whatever it is they do, and Benny was reading a book at the table. Something biography. Maybe of Malcolm X. He wasn't exactly sure, because when he tried to look, Benny moved the book out of his view.

"Watch it, will you, I'm trying to read," he said, using his fist to support his chin.

"yeah, his girlfriends some rich girl from Chelsea and she wanted him to read things more cultured. He's already read a book about Islam and a book about Warhol. In one night. This girl must be something," Collins laughed from the kitchen were he was eating.

"What, does she have a nice chest and say pretty things while her parents are skiing around the Himalayans?" Roger teased. Benny's face got red and he threw a book at him.

"Roger, why do you have to be such an ignorant slob? So what, I've finally got a cultured girl. And she is pretty. That doesn't mean that's all I'm interested in. She's got a good personality. And a good heart. She volunteers regularly for the soup kitchen and for the animal shelter. She's a better person than you are," Benny's face was red with indignation.

There was a knock at the front door. Maureen disentangled herself from Mark long enough to answer the door. With a look of pity and maybe one of disgust at the disheveled Maureen, there stood a woman, maybe twenty-five, in a rich skirt and cream colored blouse looking to have parents with money in the Caymans.

"Bernard, are you ready? We don't want to be late for the opera. It's Puccini tonight. La Boheme. I hear it's a wonderful show," her voice went singsong for the last bit as she tactfully ignored Maureen.

"Yes, Marcy, I'm coming," Benny glared as Collins mouthed 'Bernard,' and got up, carrying the biography with him.

"Oh you're reading the one about Malcolm X? Personally, I'm a much bigger fan of McCollough's one on John Adams. Have you read it? It's a wonderful rendition of a president in action," her voice was polite.

As the door slid shut, there was an uproarious laughter as Collins finally let it go, and Maureen resumed her spot on Mark.

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