Okay, I know I'm obessessed. Roger scribbles into the margins of his notebook. and I know that being near him 24/7 is bad for me. And I think it's getting worse. Fuck that. I know it's getting worse.

Oh, it's getting real bad, alright.

( and the band plays on.. )

Roger locks his door and hides his notebook when it's unlocked. He's been busy, planning, writing.

Roger has been busy.

and he's pretty happy with the ( result. )

((I'm not sure exactly when this is going to happen, but I'm putting it down, and we'll figure out what is exactly going on later, when everything resettles. I assume it will be after Mark and Roger come home, which would be after the party, in which case, I'll probaly time-stamp it differently in the future ( Read more... )

Roger Davis' to-do list:

- write a song for Mark
- get clothes from Tom's loft
- beg Jay for credit card for presents
- stop being such a selfish dick
- take Mimi out. have sex.
- tune my old Fender
- make sure Tom isn't dead
- never go back there again
- love life and Mark.
- take AZT

OOC NOTE ( Read more... )

Roger feels much better. In fact, he can even get out of bed now, perhaps to Mark's (and Tom's) chagrin. He's feeling good enough to go into the kitchen himself. Forcing himself to erect a barrier from Tom's vicious staring (if there's anything he can do well, besides play bass, it's stare), he drags himself through the dizziness and the fact he ( Read more... )

Roger Vincent Davis.

This has got to stop. Control yourself.

( band practice )

( nightmare. )

( pre-party )