A/N: And we're back!

April: Alright folks, it seems we're ready to start One Song Glory. Sorry about the delay. It shouldn't happen again.

Roger walks onstage and picks up the guitar. He keeps his back to the audience for a second, as though convincing himself to do this, and then sits on the table. He begins to pick out a couple of notes.

Roger: I'm writin' one great song, before I…

His voice falters, and he stops. But before anyone can yell at him, he takes a deep breath, and begins to play "Musetta's Waltz." The song is garbled, crappy-sounding, and shortly, he forces himself to hit that wrong note. He lays the guitar aside. The band begins to play "Glory."

Roger: One song. Glory. One song before I go, Glory, one song to leave behind. Find one song, one last refrain, glory from the pretty boy front man who wasted opportunity. One song, he had the world at his feet, Glory, in the eyes of a young girl, a young girl. Find glory, beyond the cheap colored lights, one song, before the sun sets glory - on another empty life. Time flies - time dies, Glory - One blaze of glory, one blaze of glory – Glory.

Find, Glory, in a song that rings true, truth like a blazing fire, an eternal flame, find, one song, a song about love, Glory, from the soul of a young man, a young man Find, the one song, before the virus takes hold, Glory, like a sunset, one song, to redeem this empty life. Time flies, and then no need to endure anymore. Time dies.

Mimi knocks.

Roger: The door.

Mimi enters, holding a candle.

Roger: What'd he forget?

Mimi: Got a light?

Mimi flirts for awhile, with Roger continuously trying to pull away.

Mimi: I always remind people of…who is she?

Roger: She died-her name was April.

At that moment, some random person in the audience—who happens to be named April—stands up (on a dare from her friends) and screams: "I'm not dead!"

Roger freezes, momentarily stunned. The music cuts. Mimi drops the candle, resisting the urge to throw her arms around him. However, Roger shakes his head to indicate they should go on. Mimi picks up the candle, and the music continues.

Mimi: It's out again. Roger gives her in incredulous look. Sorry 'bout your friend. Would you light my candle?

This goes on for awhile. Finally, Mimi snakes her arms around Roger, dancing with him, and trying to get into his back pocket.

Mimi: They call me…They call me…Mimi.

She triumphantly flashes her "stash," turns, and exits, leaving Roger staring after her. He shrugs, and the lights fade on him, then come up on Mr. and Mrs. Jefferson, with Maureen silhouetted in the background.

Maureen: Hi. You've reached Maureen and Joanne. Leave a message and don't forget Over the Moon -- My performance, protesting the eviction of the Homeless (and artists) from the Eleventh Street Lot. Tonight at midnight in the lot between A and B. Party at Life Cafe to follow.

The Jeffersons finish their call. Lights fade in on Roger, who moves to sit on the table. Mark enters, followed by Collins.

Mark:Enter Tom Collins, computer genius, teacher, vagabond anarchist, who ran naked through the Parthenon.

Collins grins at Mark and Roger. "Today 4 U" happens. "You'll See Boys" happens. Roger behaves himself, except to flip the bird to Benny's retreating back. He freezes on the table. Mark walks to the other side of the stage.

Mark: And so, into the abyss. The Lot, where a small stage is partially set up. Close on Mark's nosedive…will he get out of here…alive?

Joanne: Mark?

Mark: Hi.

"The Tango: Maureen" happens. Mark is just about to head offstage to get in place for "Life Support" when a commotion occurs on Roger's side of the stage. All the stage lights come on, just in time for the audience to see Roger's mother slap him across the face. Hard. Roger slams into the table behind him. He doesn't get up, and Mark and Maureen both rush forward, along with Collins. Collins steps in front of Roger, taking the next swing from Mrs. Davis. Maureen checks all of Roger's vitals, making sure he's still breathing, and Mark checks for blood. Benny comes over to help Collins drag Mrs. Davis away. Angel rushes out with a first aid kit and an ice pack. Maureen shoos her away, giving her a look that says "Go take care of Mimi." Angel nods and leaves the stage. Roger begins to sit up. He is moving slowly, and is clearly disoriented. Mark slings an arm around his shoulders and helps him stand up. Maureen gets on the other side so that Roger can lean on her as well, and she and Mark carefully lead him off stage left. Joanne comes on from stage right.

Joanne: Sorry, folks. This was clearly not planned out very well. We should keep those two on opposite sides of the stage. Anyway, please sit tight, and we'll get back on track as soon as Roger is ready.

She exits.

April: Okay, folks. Now it's getting ridiculous. If you want a refund, please visit the box office. Sorry.

(A/N: And now you know why I said you should read Mommie Dearest first. Sorry about the cliffie. Next chapter up soon!)