Roger,
Remember the day you met me? I do. I loved how accepting you and Mark were of me. You were probably thinking, "Oh look. My friend has brought home a dog murdering drag queen. Nice." But thank you. Thanks for welcoming me into your little bohemian family, it made the last ten months the best of my life. I just want you to know, I have faith in you. You will write that one great song, and I hope it brings you everything you want. I also have something else to tell you. I understand. Remember when I found you crying over April in your room that night? And I said that I knew what you were going through. You laughed and shook me off. But I know more than you thought. My first boyfriend, Tyler, I dated in highschool. He cheated on me, and got AIDS. After he told me, he knocked me out. When I woke up, he was dead, with a gun in his hand. He had made sure I wasn't there to witness it, then he killed himself. I never forgave myself for that, even though I didn't do anything. For months afterwards I hated myself. I thought, that maybe if I hadn't fell unconscious, or if I had woken up sooner, he wouldn't have done it. Then I got depression, and stayed in my room for days on end. Then I realized something. He was gone, and I would never forget him, but I had to continue living. Because what other choice did I have? So Roger, I know what you went through. And because of that, I know that Mimi is perfect for you. She got me through that point in my life, and she will always be there for you. So when you break down in tears, don't shut her out. She loves you and knows how to help you. Keep writing songs, I know you'll find glory.
Angel
Roger wiped a tear from his eye. "What does yours say?" he asked.
Mimi shook her head, "I didn't get one." Roger folded his letter and put it back in his desk.
"But you were her best friend!" he was surprised Angel wrote him a letter, and not Mimi.
"She did, Mimi. You just haven't gotten it yet," Collins said. He was sitting on Mimi and Roger's sofa, flipping through Mimi's photo albums. He paused when he saw a picture of him and Angel, hanging out at the Life. Collins had a glass in his hand, filling with what was most likely Stoli. He had his arm around Angel, who was smiling brightly. "Can I have this?" he asked.
Mimi nodded, "Yeah, but what do you mean I haven't gotten it yet?"
"Angel told me she gave yours to the post office, and instructed them to send it on your birthday," Collins said, slipping the photo of him and Angel from the book.
"Which birthday? This year, next year, five years?" Mimi asked, trying to get more information out of Collins.
"I'm sorry Mimi, that's all I know. Don't worry, she'll send it eventually," Collins sympathized.