Mimi was spread out across her bed with her arm draped over her eyes. She heard the phone ring in the other room but made no move to go answer it. She felt awkward answering the phone. It felt like she was answering the phone at a house that wasn't hers. After a few minutes, there was a knock on the bedroom door.
"Hey Mimi, its Mark. Can I come in?"
"Sure." The bedroom door opened, casting a warm glow across the darkened room.
"I'm sorry, were you resting?" Mimi sat up and sat cross-legged on the bed.
"It's fine, I was jut thinking. What can I do for you?"
"Maureen called; she needs help with her performance space. Do you want to come? It's only a block or so away."
"Okay." Mimi got out of bed. "Where's Roger?"
"Down at the free clinic getting your medicine. I'll leave him a note."
"Okay, I'll be right there." Mimi got her shoes and a light jacket from inside the cluttered closet. She was anxious to see what this performance space was.
Half an hour later, Mimi was wandering around the massive room that was Maureen's performance space. Maureen and Joanne were fighting about God only knows what while Mark worked on the soundboard. Apparently it wasn't odd to find Joanne and Maureen screaming at each other. Mimi stared at all the homeless people inside their tents scattered along the outside of the performance space. The homeless people looked back at Mimi with blank expressions. Mimi couldn't help but wonder, was this the same expression she gave people?
Finally, Maureen began to run through her performance. Mimi leaned against the wall off to the side and watched Maureen rant about some cow. Suddenly, it felt like the room was filled with people. The roar of a motorcycle filled Mimi's ears.
Her 'daydream' was cut short by Joanne exclaiming, "Earth to Mimi! Are you here with us sweetie?" Mimi nodded, still slightly dazed by what had just happened.
"Did Maureen do a show with a motorcycle?" she asked.
"Yeah, a while ago. Why, do you remember it?"
"I remember something; I don't know what it is though." Joanne put a comforting hand on Mimi's arm.
"Don't get all upset, it'll all come back to you." Mimi sighed sadly.
"I hope so."
Later that night, Mimi was going through the closet in search of something to help her get her memory back. Roger was sitting on the floor reading over his song. Mimi pulled a box out of the closet and opened it up to look through.
"What the hell is this?" she asked with slight amusement as she held up a hot pink thong. Roger looked up.
"It's what you used to wear to work," he replied without hesitation as if Mimi had asked him what his name was.
"Work!?"
"Yeah, you used to be a stripper." Shaking her head, Mimi went back to sorting through the box. She had had a crazy life, if only she could remember it!
A/N: Next chapter is the last.
Tina101