The Song: Rent, by the Original Broadway Rent Cast
The Character: Lee Jordan
The Inspiration: How do you document real life, when real life's getting more like fiction each day?
The Rating: K+
The Disclaimer: The character belongs to J., but this story is mine. This is for people who make light out of darkness. Because someone has to.
…
(has to)
Picking up another piece of parchment, Lee Jordan bites his lip. "More news," he whispers to himself. "More deaths."
The parchment is dark with ink, dark with names, dark with blood. He sees the Dark Mark twisting over ever name, every house. He sees bodies lying on the floor, in rooms where they had once laughed and played. Some of these were merciful killings, and others were sport. Merciful just lay there, frozen forever. Sport had blood painting the walls, and screams still echoing.
Lee can't do it.
He can't say these names, can't make humor out of the darkness. Tears blotch the dark paper.
But he has to. He has to.
Someone has to.