Author's Note: Hey! It's me back to write terribly! Yay! Well, as far as reviews go this story is 3rd out of 5! Which is good considering this story is awful! No, don't own RENT if I did I wouldn't be wasting my time on Fanfiction would I? Well, moving on here's Chapter 2!

Mark's POV

Three days later I sat in my loft with Collins, Angel, and Roger. Mimi was taking Symphony shopping with Maureen and Joanne had to work. I was intrigued about this Symphony girl. She'd be great to film. "So," I started cautiously. "How much do you know Symphony."

Collins laughed. "Well, I know she hates her first name so she goes by Sym or Symph. Nice girl. Shame really." Collins frowned deep in thought.

Angel snuggled closer to him. "What is it honey?"

Collins rubbed is temples and looked at the ground. "Sym's parents died when she was young. They left her uncle in charge of her and all their belongings. When she was old enough, her uncle sent him off to college to become a lawyer. Symph didn't listen to him. She secretly took classes to become a writer. She loved it, and she was extremely good too. Wrote some of the best stuff I've ever read. When her uncle found out he, I guess stopped paying her tuition. I thought she had dropped out to become a writer, but I wasn't worried. She could have made a career out of it. I guess I was wrong." He looked at us all. "And I guess you know the rest."

"How do you know all this?" I asked jealous he knew so much. What? It was such a good movie plot!

Collins raised an eyebrow. "I was her favorite professor. Jealous Cohen?"

"What are you saying?" I wasn't sure where he was going with this.

"He's saying you're in love with Sym, duh. God, Mark you're such a moron." Maureen said as she walked into the loft.

I turned to Angel. "Would you mind being single again?" I looked at Maureen again. "What the hell are you doing in my loft, anyway?"

Roger grinned. "Isn't it obvious? She's here for the great food and wonderful hospitality."

I glared at him. "You are so luck I can't pay the rent on my own…"

"Don't worry! When Symphony moves in then you can kill him!" Maureen said.

"Who's moving in?" Symphony asked as she walked in with Mimi.

I ran over to the drama-queen and covered her mouth with my hand before she royally messed up again. "N-no one. " I stammered. "OW!" My hand flew off Maureen's mouth. "SHE BIT ME! DAMMIT MAUREEN!" Warm blood was trickling down my arm. "Hey Roger? Do we still have those wash cloths?"

Roger shook his head. "Uh…nope. We can go grab some bandages though." He winked at Mimi. "Right, everyone?"

Everyone nodded and began to head toward the door. "Wait! Why do you all need to go?" I asked worried about getting left alone with Symphony. Not that I didn't like her, but I didn't know her at all. What was I supposed to say? I pulled Roger aside. "What are you doing? I hardly know her? What am I supposed to do?"

Roger chuckled. "Mark stop worrying. It's getting obnoxious. You'll be fine. Get to know her. Film her. Do whatever the fuck you want." With that piece of virtually worthless advice, he left with the others.

I turned around to face Symphony slowly. "So…"

She looked at the ground. "So…you direct?"

I smiled briefly and plopped down on the couch. She sat in the chair opposite me. "Yeah, kind of anyway. Nothing big obviously." I blushed. "Collins, uh, said you write?"

She frowned. "Yeah, I love it. Collins seemed to think it was good for some reason."

Huh, the girl was insecure. "He said it was some of the best he'd ever read. I'd offer my opinion, but I can't."

Symphony smiled a bit. "Actually, have you read Strike?"

I nodded. It was amazing. Joanne had gotten it for my birthday or something along those lines.

Symphony let out a deep breath. "It's actually mine. I sold it to an author to feed myself. At the time I thought $100 was a good deal."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Sym, that book has made millions of dollars in a year in print. The movie rights were just sold a month or so ago. Why on God's green Earth would you sell it?"

She swallowed. "I needed the money." She said and I though I could detect a bit of quiver in her voice.

"Sym?" I asked worried. Had I made her cry? Had I already messed up our friendship? What did I say? "Sym? Are you alright?"

She looked up. She seemed fine… "Yeah. I'm fine. Well, I'm a little tired. Do you mind if I head back to Mimi's and get some sleep?"

I smiled a little bit. "I think my hand can make it another five minutes."

She stood up. "Okay. See you later?"

"Bye." I led her to the door, being the gracious host I am, I think. When she opened the door we were both shocked to see Roger, Mimi, Angel, Collins, and Maureen standing in the hallway. What are the odds they'd be coming back at this very moment? Not very damn high.

These were my dreams.

These are my hopes.

These are my screams.

Can you hear me? –Work for the Working Man, Bon Jovi

Author's Note: I hate to end the chapter so crudily, but I this was kind of a filler chapter. FYI: Strike is a book/novel thing I've been messing around with. Yes, it's mine. (Yes, Bailey, it's the Mr. Kaale dream one.) Yes, it'll suck. Yes, I know my writing always sucks. Yes, I know I tend to be pessimistic.