Rory is standing in front of a building where a man may or may not jump. She takes a deep breath and puts the microphone close to her face. She leans over to the cop.
"My mother has reiterated that I have no musical talent. And she's right." Rory said staring at the building.
"Good, Luck." The cop said patting her on the back.
Rory takes one more breath and begins to sing the lyrics to another Clash song.
"
Darling you gotta
let me know
Should I stay or should I go?
If you say that you
are mine
I'll be here 'til the end of time
So you got to let
know
Should I stay or should I go?"
Rory stops as the man on the roof stops.
"What in the hell is that?" The man from the roof shouts.
" Tha…ttt.. That's me. I'm Rory Gilmore I'm an Intern with the New York Times."
"Well Rory I'm afraid I can't say I'm pleased to meet you, you sound like a horse in heat."
"Well, you and my Mother would agree on that." Rory said slightly embarrassed. "Can I come up?"
"I don't want anyone up here." He shouts back down.
"Come on, man on Roof let me get the truth behind this very odd Clash-impression-Concert." Rory said smiling.
"Is the fat copper by you?"
"Grr…" The cop said folding his arms.
"Yep." Rory said looking up at him.
"Tell him only you can come up."
Rory looked at the cop and ran up the stairs.
When she got up there she saw a late twenties man with a beard sitting on the roofs edge. She walked closer to him and quickly realized this man was defiantly protesting but in his birthday suit.
"Wow. Man on Roof you have no cloths."
"Please. Don't tell my you're a prude. The least I need right now is a prude reporter." Man on Roof said trying to reason with her.
"Well at least cover Tony and the boy's please." Rory said still covering her eyes.
He walks over the edge and covers himself.
"There nice an snug in there new home. You can open those pretty blues."
"Your very forthcoming aren't you Man on Roof." Rory said while walking over and taking a seat net to him.
"My name is Derek." He said shaking her hand.
"Well nice to meet you Derek."
"So does everyone think I'm here to jump."
"Well, can you blame them, your pacing this roof like the Godfather. But after the Clash song and the vision of your birthday suit, I'm pretty sure your not here to dive for the cement."
"Well, Gilmore, why do you think I'm here?"
"I'm assuming the government didn't give you back your tax refund and now your getting your revenge."
"Well, done my good man Watson." Derek smiled.
"So what's your issue?" Rory said with her pen in the air and her pad on her lap.
"How did you find out? That I was here? No one should have known yet."
"Well my Editor actually told me about you. About and hour and half ago."
" Is James your Editor and Chief?"
"Actually yeah."
" Dam him. He actually listened to me."
" You know him."
" He's my brother."
" Is this some type of joke?" Rory said now wondering if everything she did so far for this story was a waste.
" No. I'm no joke I'm really protesting, making a statement. But I didn't think my brother would send a reporter over here."
"Are you protesting your brother?"
" No. My father actually. You see he owns this land, this building. He wants to tare it down, and I can't let him."
" Why is this building so important too you?"
" Gezzee I don't know, it just is." He said beginning to get up.
"WOWOWOWO" Rory said closing her eyes again.
"Sorry." He said covering himself again.
"How did you end up naked, up here? Was this planned into your protest?"
"No, not really. I kinda got drunk last night and my brother stole my cloths."
"No wonder he sent me over."
" James and I were here last night remoistening about the past. You see I quite my job yesterday. I used to be a big time architect, it was great, but eventually I got sick of my life. Building homes for uber rich folk who don't deserve it, promoting big corporations, and taking away homes from those with less money. I guess I'm really attached to this place because I grew up here. Me and James both grew up here. I was happiest here. My mom was still alive then and we lived in a two bed room apartment on the sixth floor and James and I used to come up here and play Hockey, until we kept hitting the puck over the roof and hitting Mrs. Bradley on the head. She never learned to not sit in front of the building on the stairs."
"Poor. Mrs. Bradley."
"Then I broke up with my girl friend after five years, I asked her to marry me and I guess she just couldn't deal with attitude on life. Mrs. Gilmore has anyone ever asked you to marry them? Do you know what it feels like to have your heart ripped out of body and soul after the love of your life says no?" He said now becoming slightly depressed.
Rory started to begin to freak out; this was not a subject she wanted to talk about. She decided it was time to leave. She defiantly needed a midday drink.
" Hmm…Mr. Roof man, or Derek, I'm afraid I've never been asked. I need to go." Rory quickly gathered her things and began to get up.
" Wait. That's not enough for a story."
"Well there's not really a story here to begin with, I'm afraid. Your story is really sweet and heartwarming. But you've only been protesting for like four hours, that's nothing to what happened during the feminist and civil rights movement." Rory began to walk away.
"Ok Rory you want a story I'll give you one. Come back tomorrow, with food and beer and I'll give you a story."
