So I realize it's been a few days and all but I've been busy! And I got sick too. :( I'm in the school musical (Bye Bye Birdie!) which is premiering at the beginning of April – lots of practicing and stuff. So that also took up some time. Thanks for your reviews and support. :D
I feel bad though, I don't believe in such things, but DID I CURSE ADAM PASCAL?!!! :O i didn't, the man is just danger-prone. I swear, he IS. Jeeeeezzzz... I can't believe all the shit that happens to him! More on that at the end.
Hahaha, enjoy!
(Another passage of time has occurred. Another hotel room… of course.)
ANTHONY:
(sitting, thinking aloud) Monday morning. The tour has taken us through every degree of exhaustion but we've enjoyed it so much. Here we are again, enjoying the hustle and bustle of this city and its Theater District. You should see these theaters! The only problem with this particular city is… some of the people who come, the older people who don't know what RENT is… well, every other show's from London and every ticket costs a jaw-dropping one hundred and fifty bucks. I guess that's what they want – the "real" operas, the classics, the safe musicals… well, that makes me think of snoring businessmen and busloads of sweet old ladies from Connecticut with their frosted hair and glasses, and their way too conservative view on life for RENT-- I want no part of it. I definitely prefer the raging mobs of crazed adolescents to these audiences – at least you feel like your work is appreciated!
ADAM:
(sits up from spot on one of the beds, chiming in) But let's face it: RENT is still a hot ticket. This is a revolution for the musical theater world and for years it has been building in momentum. Presenting songs in countless theaters, touching hearts, changing lives...
ANTHONY:
But you must admit, we are losing some of the kids that could make up a future RENT fan base of the youth to the Jonas Brothers, Miley Cyrus… and by an imitation musical so horrid its name may not be uttered aloud by me, H--- S----- Mu-----.
ADAM:
People dig musicals with rock music. A contradiction in terms. Broadway's kicked RENT aside, so the tour's pretty popular.
ANTHONY:
RENT will have a revival, anyway. You know it will. It is good enough for Broadway, that magical street of dreams… and at the same time, it is too good for Broadway, that
shameless commercial whore!! Broadway is starting to lose its luster… I mean seriously, Shrek the Musical?
ADAM:
(yawning) Ew. So… we've got a couple hours before the show. I say… naptime. I need to curl up in a blanket before I venture out into the cold outdoors… where are my grey flannel pajamas?
ANTHONY:
(nodding) A nap sounds amazing. Seriously… let's let the understudies take a show, and let's sleep all night… wait, what am I saying? That's asking for death by angry fangirls.
ADAM:
Haha, we just hide. Have Telly take a message. "Sorry, Adam and Anthony are not available and cannot be reached…" We'll resurface at the next tour stop.
ANTHONY:
It won't work…(starts singing) I look before I leap… (stops) Ah, fuck. It haunts me. That's not even a Mark line!
ADAM:
(wistfully) That's pretty sad.
ANTHONY:
I'm hungry.
ADAM:
(with shifty eyes) Uh, I think the vending machine is jammed.
ANTHONY:
What'd you do? Ah, never mind… I'll order room service. (picks up phone)Room service? Hi…room 525. Yes, please. Just bring up a cart of stuff. (to his roommate) I'll pick up the tab, Adam. (back on phone) By the way, your vending machine is jammed. Thought you'd want to know.
(Downstairs, a bunch of RENTheads are huddled around a phone.)
RENTHEAD:
(into phone) Oh yes, room service will be right up, sir. (stifles a giggle as she hangs up)
OTHER RENTHEADS:
(loading food onto a cart) RENT… RENT… RENT…
(About ten minutes later. There is a knock on the door to Adam and Anthony's room. Adam is in his aforementioned pajamas and is huddled under a blanket in one of the beds, watching So You Think You Can Dance. Anthony sighs and goes to the door.)
ANTHONY:
(wrenching door open dramatically) Damn, I'm starved… we are so glad you're here… come in! (eyeing cart of food) Check this shit out, Adam… yummy! We're all about food, thanks for bringing this up. (looks up, just now seeing that the people who brought the cart in were a bunch of teenagers in RENT shirts.)
RENTHEADS:
(with frantic glances to Adam, who is absorbed in the TV, to Anthony) AAAAAAAAH! AHHHHHHHHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ADAM:
(jumps, startled, hits head on ceiling, screams) HOLY SHIT! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!??! (lands back on bed, rubbing his sore head) OW FUCK!
ANTHONY:
(as RENTheads freeze, foaming at the mouth) Uh… Adam? We have a problem. A BIG problem.
ADAM:
(looks over at group of RENTheads, terrified) Ah shit, just what I didn't need today… (starts to dive for phone, but a RENThead snatches it and rips the cord in half. Another RENThead confiscates the two cell phones laying on the table and throws them in the towel bin.)
RENTHEAD:
(approaching Adam, who stumbles away from her) OH MY GOD, MY IDOL, ADAM PASCAL IS RIGHT HERE IN FRONT OF ME, IN HIS PAJAMAS… SEXIER THAN EVER!
ANOTHER RENTHEAD:
(grabs Anthony's arm) ANTHONY! OH SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
ANTHONY:
(trying to get away) Yeah… squee.
ADAM:
(scared) Listen kids, I'll give you an autograph, anything you want, just please… (shields his face)
RENTHEAD:
You guys are so… (drools, starting toward Adam.)
(The group splits between our two RENT heroes, surrounding them both.)
RENTHEAD:
…. Amazing.
ANTHONY:
Everyone, please! (pauses) SHIT ANOTHER RENT LINE! HELP ME!!!
RENTHEADS:
(chanting) Amazing… Adam… Anthony… sexy… really sexy…
ANTHONY:
(trying to wave them off) Uh, hello? How old are you girls, anyway? (notices one of them starting to go through his suitcase) HEY! GET OUT OF THERE!
RENTHEAD:
Anthony… I love you. (squeezes him)
ANOTHER RENTHEAD:
(pulls something out of suitcase) Ooooohhh.
ANTHONY:
(frustrated) Hey! That's my underwear!
SPASTIC RENTHEAD:
(has Adam backed into a corner, is flailing her arms around and squealing) ADAM! OH MY GOD ADAM I LOVE YOU!
ANOTHER RENTHEAD:
He's so totally hot!
ONE OF THE RENTHEADS:
I said that already. (also comes over to Adam, who looks like he's going to hyperventilate again)
ADAM:
(scared shitless) … um.
ANTHONY:
(screaming over the din) GIRLS! WHAT DO YOU WANT?
RENTHEADS:
(in chorus, drooling) We…. love… you…
ADAM:
(trying to be reasonable) Okay, but we are human, you know. We have a right to kick every one of you out of here… even though we're sorely outnumbered.
RENTHEAD:
(sighing dreamily) Oh, Adam… you're not human… you're a beast! A SEXY BEAST!
ADAM:
(not denying it) Ok, but this sexy beast wants some personal space. (They come even closer.)
RENTHEAD:
You guys don't understand… we RENTheads… in our faith and our… civilization, you guys are like the Founding Fathers.
ANOTHER RENTHEAD:
(still giggling over Anthony's underwear as he tries to get it from her) More like the Pilgrims.
RENTHEAD:
And the OBC was like… the first Thanksgiving.
ANTHONY:
(confused, snatches his underwear) So….?
RENTHEAD:
So being anywhere in your proximity… especially seeing you in RENT… is like… LOVE.
ANOTHER RENTHEAD:
Sex.
RENTHEAD:
Pleasure.
RENTHEADS:
Desire. Lust. Urge. Hot. Sing to me.
ADAM:
WHAT?!!
RENTHEADS:
Yes. Sing to us and we might leave you alone.
ADAM:
Might?
ANTHONY:
Girls… we're really tired, ok?
RENTHEADS:
NOOOOOO!
ONE RENTHEAD:
Adam, sing One Song Glory again!
ANOTHER RENTHEAD:
No, sing What You Own!
RENTHEAD:
Yummy!
ADAM:
(pulling at his hair) WHEN WILL THIS END?
RENTHEAD:
(gushing) You guys are just so…terrific! If you won't sing… I want to move to phase two, turning these general concepts of RENThead paradise into reality. Any ideas, RENTheads?
ONE RENTHEAD:
I've got it.
ANTHONY:
(he and Adam are trapped, boxed in on opposite sides of the room by girls) You've got what? (wary)
RENTHEAD:
Let's tie them up and steal them!
ANTHONY:
(gulps) Uh… wow.
(There's a beat of silence.)
ADAM:
Girls, I will find a way to call security, so you might want to just… leave the room of your own will.
RENTHEADS:
(still swarming around them) YEAH RIGHT!
ADAM:
So much for that.
ANTHONY:
(as the fangirls come closer) Do you think they were serious?
ADAM:
(breathing heavily) I wouldn't put it past them, they ARE RENTheads, after all.
ANTHONY:
Bullshit. They wouldn't try.
ADAM:
Probably not.
ANTHONY:
What do we do? They're never leaving!
ADAM:
Come on. They have to go away sometime, right?
ANTHONY:
Maybe if we pay them to. Hm, girls?
RENTHEAD:
(laughing) Money? You think money matters to us in this situation? (laughing harder)
ADAM:
That wasn't a joke, you know.
ANTHONY:
You don't belong in here. We need personal space. Come and see us after the show tonight.
(The RENTheads don't budge)
ANTHONY:
Or…not. Shit, Adam, what if they don't let us go? The understudies will HAVE to go on… and people will be mad… irate mobs will chase us… ahhhh no!
ADAM:
Do you ever miss NOT having fans?
ANTHONY:
I don't miss working at Starbucks. Most of the fans are good, anyway.
ADAM:
(hyperventilating) Not g-good enough. (points of fangirls who are whispering together excitedly, still surrounding them) R-r-right there is p-p-p-proof.
ANTHONY:
Adam? You all right?
ADAM:
(obviously isn't) Yeah.
ANTHONY:
Okay, so what do we do?
ADAM:
Pray. (sighs) They get me the best hotels. I'm not complaining. But…
ANTHONY:
I know.
RENTHEADS:
OH MY GOD WE LOVE YOU AAAAAH!
ADAM:
I usually don't mind that. But when you're squeezed into a hotel room with us, it's not the same as stagedoor or something. Come on, girls.
(Beat.)
RENTHEADS:
(ignoring him) AAAAAAH LIKE OH MY FREAKING GOD ITS ADAM AND ANTHONY!!!! WHAT SHOULD WE DO? THEY'RE SO HOT OH MY GOD!
ANTHONY:
I just – Sometimes I wonder. The life we lead... it doesn't sound so bad. But in some cases… I need more. Some peace, you know?
ADAM:
(with a yawn) Yeah?
ANTHONY:
(sighing) Sometimes I wish I could.
RENTHEADS
ACROSS THE COUNTRY
ARE SCREAMING WITH JOY
CONVERGING
UPON THE THEATERS…
IT'S CRAZY AS HELL
I AM SO TIRED
SO TIRED!
(The RENTheads have hushed since Anthony started singing, they stare in awe.)
ADAM: (joining in)
I HAVE A WIFE
AND TWO CHILDREN
BUT GIRLS COME IN MY ROOM
TEENAGERS
SCREECHING OF MY HOTNESS
I JUST WANT TO PERFORM THEN REST
ADAM / (ANTHONY):
I AM SO TIRED! (SO TIRED!)
SO VERY TIRED (I'M TIRED, I'M FUCKING WIPED)
ANTHONY:
WHY DO THEY STALK US EVERYWHERE
ADAM:
EVEN TO LODGING PLACES
WHY IN MY NIGHTMARES DO I SEE
RESEMBLANCES OF THEIR SCREAMING FACES?
ANTHONY:
ALMOST LIKE
THE BREATH
OF A FANGIRL
ADAM:
IS ALWAYS ON YOUR NECK
ANTHONY:
THEY LOVE US
WE LOVE IT
BUT SOMETIMES IT'S TOO MUCH
WE'RE JUST TWO GUYS…
ANTHONY/ (ADAM):
AND WE'RE SO TIRED (TIRED)
WE'RE ALWAYS TIRED (I'M TIRED, WE'RE SO DAMN TIRED)
REALLY TIRED (I AM TIRED)
SO-O-O TIRED (I AM TIRED, HE IS TIRED, WE ARE SO…)
ANTHONY:
WE ARE SO… TIRED.
(Grabbing two shovels they packed specifically for the occasion, they literally dig themselves out and hurry down to get security to remove the RENTheads from their room. By the time that is cleared up, it's time to leave for the theater.)
ADAM AND ANTHONY:
(yawn at the same time)
ANTHONY:
(with a laugh, claps Adam on the shoulder) Have a good show, okay?
ADAM:
Yeah… but they will probably be at stagedoor…
ANTHONY:
(look of utter horror)
(In the distance, they hear… "RENT… RENT… RENT… AAAAAH!")
Uggggh. LONG AND HARD TO WRITE.
I hope it didn't suck?
PLEASE REVIEWWW!
Oh, and about Adam. He's out for an entire tour stop. Detriot. Herniated disc... DAMN. I KNEW he'd get hurt... but GEESH, that's NOT GOOD. I'm seriously keeping the poor guy in my thoughts. :( (huggles him, gently)
Next chapter... I don't know, but I need to make one about Adam's injury, no? :/
POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOR AAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDAM. :(