From here on in I shoot without a script...
Mark sat cross-legged on the floor, camera tilted slightly upwards to get the best angle of Roger playing his guitar. He shifted a little, refocused, then continued. "Zoom in on Roger: Rockstar, musical genius, lady's man, generally a cool guy. What do you have to say on this fine evening?"
Roger looked up at the camera, flashing a seductive grin. "You forgot to mention my ass, Mark." He winked then played a few experimental chords on his guitar.
Mark rolled his eyes, "Right, who could forget your ass? You're sitting, though. I can't get a good shot. The world will have to live without."
Roger grinned then bent his head, the better to concentrate on his music. He started with the scales, then progressed to random snatches of old songs.
Mark kept the camera on Roger, but he vaguely noticed that the background was different. He moved his head a bit, looking around the camera. Then it hit him -- this was not the loft. This was something very different. "Um... Rog?"
"Hmm?" At some point in his performance, Roger had closed his eyes so he was unaware they were no longer in the heart of Bohemia. Without waiting for Mark to answer, he started playing 'Musetta's Waltz' - more or less properly.
"We're on a ship, Roger. On a fucking ocean." He turned the camera off and stood up, looking around in confusion. "Where the hell did the loft go?"
Roger opened his eyes and stared. "... well, I guess Benny can shove the rent up his ass."
Typist: Mark Cohen (and Roger Davis) from RENT. Taken from just before La Vie Boheme. Comment and get Mark or Roger -- or maybe both! :D
Roger looked up at the camera, flashing a seductive grin. "You forgot to mention my ass, Mark." He winked then played a few experimental chords on his guitar.
Mark rolled his eyes, "Right, who could forget your ass? You're sitting, though. I can't get a good shot. The world will have to live without."
Roger grinned then bent his head, the better to concentrate on his music. He started with the scales, then progressed to random snatches of old songs.
Mark kept the camera on Roger, but he vaguely noticed that the background was different. He moved his head a bit, looking around the camera. Then it hit him -- this was not the loft. This was something very different. "Um... Rog?"
"Hmm?" At some point in his performance, Roger had closed his eyes so he was unaware they were no longer in the heart of Bohemia. Without waiting for Mark to answer, he started playing 'Musetta's Waltz' - more or less properly.
"We're on a ship, Roger. On a fucking ocean." He turned the camera off and stood up, looking around in confusion. "Where the hell did the loft go?"
Roger opened his eyes and stared. "... well, I guess Benny can shove the rent up his ass."
Typist: Mark Cohen (and Roger Davis) from RENT. Taken from just before La Vie Boheme. Comment and get Mark or Roger -- or maybe both! :D