AN: Three songs stuck in my head at the moment:

Moodswings, Charlotte Church

I've Got You, McFly

Let's Hear It For the Boy, Footloose

I'm having a slight British invasion at the same that Footloose is permanently imbedding itself in my head. It's making for a really weird soundtrack going on in my head. One second I'm singing "I'll go ballistic, you're making me a crazy chick" and the next "I'm waiting for a superman to sweep me off my feet."

Despite this, I'm so excited. A month to Footloose, and it rocks so hard! I actually like our Rusty's voice better than the one on the recording. She is going to get a lead on Broadway in like a second the moment she's off, I swear to God. I'm actually practicing Let's Hear It right now. I can multitask:D

Ok, so I cried a lot on Thursday. First, That 70's Show ended. I have been watching that since I was twelve! Sure, I didn't get all the jokes for a couple years, but still! How depressing! And then Marissa died on The OC. If this had happened just a couple months ago, I would've thrown a party of happiness. But the evil bastards made me like her in the past five or six episodes, and now I'm sad. And even if I still didn't like her, Ben had an excellent performance as he watched her die, plus I was thinking of Julie, Kaitlyn, and, most importantly, the Fab Four (down from Fab Five just hours after it had been formed) and how it'd affect them. What is WITH my shows and killing people off? At this rate, I'm going to have permanent tearstains on my cheeks.

Guess what? I just (like 10 seconds ago) found out that Dashboard Confessional (best band EVER, but I'm so musically emo, so there you go) just came out with a new song, Don't Wait, so you know I now have another song stuck in my head. It's so good! If you go to the new site, you can download it free. The new CD is out in June. I'm so first in line.

Ok, finally, anons! You know I love you:

EAmphetamine – Fillers are so fun! In fact, I may just be giving you another! Oh, well. Did you explain to the person you hugged why? I may be giving you a reputation as a very friendly person ... Of course he is. He had to replace Angel. Clever is one of the requirements. Isn't it fun? I'm procrastinating right now!

BohoGirl – No, I'm not killing Roger. Or am I...? Insert evil laugh here. Thanks very much! It seems to have been popular. Heh. Ah, no. After all my shows abandoned character continuation, how could I do the same thing? Thanks again! And I can't help ... I most likely failed in the first place, so I can't be much help. I prefer to keep my very wrong ideas away from your mind so as not to poison it and result in your failure. Besides, that was an entire week ago! And longer! I don't actually retain information that long. Sorry I wasn't helpful:( Hmm. We'll see.

Charity – Most DEFINITELY still writing! As you can see. I would do the same. I love Jewish boys!

Kaslin – I am alive. It's a very nice feeling. Hee. I'm sneaky. Yay! I hope so, since it's not actually my high school, but like a sort of professional theatre for kids. Except we don't get paid, which sucks. No more wait – it's here! Well, it will be in a few hours, but whatever, you get the point.

Michelle – I wonder it's like to blow off homework in favor of fanfic ... ? Hee. All right, here's update on a weekend so as to prevent the further blowing-off of homework. And does anyone else see the dirtiness of that statement? Sorry, it had to be pointed out.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the joy of having created a fanfic. That doesn't buy me a damn thing, though, so I'd rather own Rent.

Mimi: News and Letters

Mimi was bored. Abby had burst out in excitement an hour ago, saying something about having a surprise for Mark. Mark and Roger hadn't come back yet, and everyone else had normal jobs with normal hours, meaning she had no one to talk to. And she'd read her magazines a hundred times or more. The TV was on the fritz again, and she didn't feel like leaving the apartment at the temperature it was at outside. In short, she was stuck and screwed.

Idly, she twirled some hair in her fingers. Noting its length, she muttered a few curses in Spanish. She was going to have it cut again, and she'd promised Maureen she could do it. If she let Maureen have her way, she'd have a bob by next Wednesday. Sighing, she got up to make coffee. Benny might complain about the noise, but she found it soothing.

Just as she was pouring water into the machine, a knock came at the door. Relieved, Mimi ran to the door and yanked it open, flinging herself at Dave. "Thank God!"

Dave stepped back quickly, wide-eyed. "Hi to you too, Meems." He looked her over and asked her uneasily, "You don't have a gay crush on me, do you?"

Mimi laughed and punched his arm lightly. "I'm just bored. Please, please, please tell me you can do something with me."

Dave grinned at her, rubbing his arm where she'd hit him a little. "You're acting just like Maureen, babe." He pulled back quickly as her hand twitched. "Sorry, I can't help," he added sympathetically. "I'm on lunch break. Collins picked up your mail this morning. I'm just here to drop it back off." He proffered a small pile of letters to her. "And now I have to get back or that asshole boss of mine will have a fit. He hasn't liked me since ..."

"Since you told him off about his interpretation of some philosopher, I know, I know, Mio Dios, go!" Mimi rolled her eyes at him as she pushed him out the door.

She flipped through the mail as she wandered to the couch. Her eye caught at a letter with her name on it. At least she'd have something to do now, even if it were only reading a letter. She looked thoroughly over the front and back before slowly opening it. Scanning the contents, her jaw dropped.

And then she shrieked. Loudly. While jumping around the apartment similar to the way her little sister had done when she'd had her first crush.

Another knock came at the door. She stumbled to it blindly, to open it to Dave's worried face. "Are you ok, sweetie? I heard you screaming all the way downstairs."

She smiled hugely and flung her arms around him. "Dave! Dave, I got it! ¡Entré en el grupo! I got it! I got it!"

Dave practically squealed into her shoulder and started bouncing with her. "You got it! You got it!" He pulled back for a second. "We have to go tell Roger!"

All the happiness drained out of Mimi in a second. "Oh, shit." She wandered back to the couch, muttering, "Oh, no. Oh, crap. Oh, shit." She sank slowly into the cushions, running her hands through her hair and muttering.

Dave followed her to the couch slowly. "Mimi. Baby. You did tell Roger about it, didn't you?"

Mimi smiled hesitantly. "I was going to."

Dave groaned and flopped down next to her. "Mimi ..."

"Roger's gonna be pissed, huh?" Mimi asked quietly.

"Yeah, sweetie, he really is," Dave replied simply.

"¡Condénelo!" Mimi exclaimed. Dave just nodded. They sat in silence for a moment. Finally, a timid smile broke across her face. "But I got it."

Dave grinned a little. "Yeah, you did," he replied, snaking his arm around her and pulling her to his shoulder. Burrowing her head into him, Mimi gave a small contented sigh. She got it.

AN: Not my best effort, admittedly. But I'm tired, and I have another chapter from another story to get out tonight, so I had to hurry. Sorry if it isn't great, sorry that the Spanish is off (I got it off a sight, never having taken Spanish in my life), and sorry about the brand new cliffie. This is what I meant about Roger lovers being upset with me soon. Hee. Oh, well.

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