A/N: Next chapter! This takes place when Roger's in around middle school I'd guess. I pictured him in sixth or seventh grade. So, he's about eleven or twelve. Sorry this took so long!

Disclaimer: -said in monotone- I do not own RENT.

Roger sat in history class, trying in vain to stay awake as the teacher droned on. It was only ten minutes into class and he had already exhausted all of his options for things to do other than pay attention. Mark was sick, or he would have talked to him.

The only other person in his class that he knew was Benny, and he was much too concerned with taking notes and getting good grades to want to talk or make fun of the teacher. Roger had also used up two entire sheets of paper on spitballs. In short, he was very, very, bored.

His mind wandered and he started eavesdropping on a group of girls who sat behind him who were whispering loudly. They were talking about some new band that they didn't like. Apparently, they only liked singers who wrote their own music.

Roger's brow furrowed.

He had wanted to start his own band since he was little. He dreamed of becoming a famous rocker. But he couldn't do that if even his own classmates didn't like him. The wheels in his brain started turning. He needed to write a song. He racked his brain.

What were songs written about?

Pain.

Love.

Experiences.

He figured love would be the easiest. Love could relate to anything. He turned the page in his notebook from the doodles he had been working on instead of taking notes to a blank page. After a few more doodles and some random words that he jotted down he began writing the song.

If I want to be found, I'll open the door for you, I'll do anything you want, to help you see behind these curtains I've pulled over me. Over me.

But for now, I'm done, hiding, locked away inside a box to which there is no key. I'm over. Over you.

I have my reasons, as you have yours. Why we do the things we do. Our inner thoughts, our minds work in ways I will never understand. But I'm over it. Over you.

Done. Gone. Outta your life. 'Til the day I die, 'til the day I die, 'til the day, 'til the day, 'til the day I die.

I will always remember you. The memories. Laughing and tears. You will always be a part of me. I love you and I will always remember you until the day I die. But for now I am…

Over you.

Roger nodded, satisfied with his song. He turned around and looked at the girls behind him.

Should he?

He made the decision quickly in his head and scooted his chair over to the girl directly behind him. "Hey," he whispered.

The girl looked up from the note she was reading and smiled at him. "Mimi, right?" he asked.

She nodded. "Roger?"

"Yeah. I was wondering if you would read this for me? It's a song I wrote." He handed her and her friends the piece of torn out notebook paper. The three girls read it and looked up at him, smiling.

"This is really great," Mimi complimented him. Her friends nodded.

"It's deep. You in a band?" the red haired girl on her right asked.

Roger shook his head. "Not yet. I want to start one though." He looked at her - she was cute. "Would you be interesting in being in it, if I did?" the girl nodded.

"I would like that. I'm April," she said, smiling and handing him his song lyrics back. Roger smiled.

The teacher cleared her throat and glared at them and Roger turned back around to his desk. All in all, it'd been a pretty good class period. He'd written his first song, was on his way to starting a real band...

And he'd met April.

A/N: Sorry this is so short. I have the next one written, and it's longer; it should be up tomorrow or today after I edit it!! And yes, this is very AU seeing as both Mimi and April are in his class. I was actually thinking of the other girl as Alison, but I never brought her in. Oh, and sorry the song that he wrote kinda sucks - I just wrote it in like five minutes. But yeah - next chapter up soon!