Author: ello luv
Summary: A look into out favourite Bohemians' lives
Disclaimer: I do not own Rent. Many thanks go out to Jonathan Larson for creating such a wonderful masterpiece. If only he could have seen his dream come to fruition.
C is for Camera"Close on Roger, who dumped that Callie girl and is now back on the market. Come and get him ladies!"
Roger, sitting in the couch with his Fender, laughed loudly as Mark came close to shove the camcorder into his face.
"Don't encourage him," Collins called from his seat on the taped-up armchair. Mark turned his camcorder on the anarchist now.
"Nuh uh, boy," Collins said, raising a threatening finger, "You turn that thing on me and I'll snap it in half!"
Mark gasped and clutched the camcorder to his chest.
"Don't you dare lay a finger on Cammy!" the young man exclaimed. Realizing what he had just said, Mark blushed.
"Cammy?" Roger asked, obviously straining to hold in his amusement.
He and Collins looked at each other for a moment then burst out in raucous laughter. Collins had slid out of the chair onto the floor and Roger clutched his guitar, wiping away tears of mirth. Mark stood with the camera in his arms, fuming,
"Don't think for a moment that I can't hear you talk to Freddie Fender!" he countered. Roger's laughter stopped immediately.
"You bastard!"
Collins' laughter intensified as Roger chased his best friends through the loft, guitar and camcorder forgotten on the couch.
