Roger's Fender and Mark's Guitar
This was inspired by the icon and the story I have seen around that features the inanimate objects of RENT.
Title - The Fender and the Camera
Pairing - The Fender/The Camera
Rating - G
Summaray - Mark has a revalation about Roger's guitar.
Disclaimer - I don't own RENT. Jonathon Larson (a brilliant, brilliant man) does.
Mark glanced over at the Fender, which was resting innocently on the couch. The sun was shining in from one of the holes in the ceiling and bathing it in a pool of golden light. Mark slowly picked up his camera and wound it carefully, as if he was afraid the ethereal mood would change any second.
“Roger’s down with Mimi. He’s left the Fender all alone. I think it wants some company,” Mark narrated into the camera as he zoomed in, walking in a slow circle around the couch in order to get a 360 of the guitar. He had never really noticed before, but it was beautiful. The long neck with strings stretched taught along it and the vibrant feeling it held even while still seemed to make it perfect. It wasn’t though. Mark panned across the face of the guitar, down to a small black scrawl in the corner. “Love you forever - April,” it read, permanent, like a tattoo. Not only was the Fender beautiful, but it held memories. It was a perfect match for Mark’s camera.
As soon as the thought occurred to him, Mark stopped the camera and sat it on the couch next to Roger’s guitar. He covered them both with a blanket and stood back to examine his handiwork. He smiled. They both looked happier already. They were a good match. Both were old, yet still functioning. Both were the livelihood of their owners and both were striking in their own way. He momentarily wondered what they would say to each other before heading to the kitchen to eat a bowl of Capt’n Crunch while he waited for Roger to come back to him.
The sad thing is that I think this is the best thing I have ever written.
Title - The Fender and the Camera
Pairing - The Fender/The Camera
Rating - G
Summaray - Mark has a revalation about Roger's guitar.
Disclaimer - I don't own RENT. Jonathon Larson (a brilliant, brilliant man) does.
Mark glanced over at the Fender, which was resting innocently on the couch. The sun was shining in from one of the holes in the ceiling and bathing it in a pool of golden light. Mark slowly picked up his camera and wound it carefully, as if he was afraid the ethereal mood would change any second.
“Roger’s down with Mimi. He’s left the Fender all alone. I think it wants some company,” Mark narrated into the camera as he zoomed in, walking in a slow circle around the couch in order to get a 360 of the guitar. He had never really noticed before, but it was beautiful. The long neck with strings stretched taught along it and the vibrant feeling it held even while still seemed to make it perfect. It wasn’t though. Mark panned across the face of the guitar, down to a small black scrawl in the corner. “Love you forever - April,” it read, permanent, like a tattoo. Not only was the Fender beautiful, but it held memories. It was a perfect match for Mark’s camera.
As soon as the thought occurred to him, Mark stopped the camera and sat it on the couch next to Roger’s guitar. He covered them both with a blanket and stood back to examine his handiwork. He smiled. They both looked happier already. They were a good match. Both were old, yet still functioning. Both were the livelihood of their owners and both were striking in their own way. He momentarily wondered what they would say to each other before heading to the kitchen to eat a bowl of Capt’n Crunch while he waited for Roger to come back to him.
The sad thing is that I think this is the best thing I have ever written.