Rent

Tune Up


Five hundrend twenty five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure the life of a woman
Or a man

In truth that she learned or in times that he cried
In the bridges she burned or the way that he died
Its time now to sing out, though the story never ends
Lets celebrate remember a year in the life of friends
Remember the love
Measure in love

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“December 24th, nine pm est. From here on in, I shoot without I script. See if anything comes of it. Instead of my old shit…”

“We’re not gonna pay!
We’re not gonna pay!
Last year’s rent!
This year’s rent!
Rent, rent, rent, rent
Rent!!

1989
Ron Weasley parked his bike just outside the door and he walked briskly into his apartment, which was just as cold as the freezing outside. ‘It’s New York!’ This is how it was, especially since the apartment he stayed in had no heat.

As Ron started to take off his coat, he thought better of it. He didn’t wish to get pneumonia. Just as he started to wonder where his roommate was, a disgruntled sound came from the window on the other side of the cold room. There sat Harry with his scowl in place and his old guitar. Ron picked up his video camera.

“First shot,” Ron said enthusiastically as he held focus on his old friend. “Harry, is tuning the Fender guitar that he hasn’t played in at least a year.” Harry looked up green eyes focusing on Ron and not the camera in front of him.

“This won’t tune.” He said, flatly pointing out what was obvious as he concentrated on his guitar again. Ron when closer, his film tape rolling around on the top, as he held it in place.
“So we hear… he is just coming back from the war—that lasted four months…” Harry looked up at Ron with a lost expression on his face.

“Are you talking to me?” Ron shook his head as he crept closer for a better shot.
“Not at all… Are you ready? Hold that focus,-- steady… There! Now, tell the folks at home what you’re doing Harry…” Harry looked up at him questioningly then started simply, “I-I’m writing one great song—“

Suddenly, before Harry had a chance finish, the phone rang. Ron let out an exasperated sigh.
“And the phone rings.” he muttered.
“Saved,” Harry said under his breath. Ron still held the camera steady. “What are you--,”

“We screen! Zoom in on the answering machine!” Ron said as he walks closer to the telephone on the other side of the apartment. Ron and Harry’s answering machine comes on: “Speak!” Ron’s mother was on the other line.

“Oh! Well, that was a loud beep! Is this even working? Ronald!? Ron! Are you there? This is your mother. We wanted to call and say we love you. I wish you would change you’re my and come spend Hanukah with the family this year. I hope you like the hot plate I sent you. Don’t leave it on when you leave the house, dear. Oh and Ronald, we’re sorry to hear Hermione dumped you. I say let her be a lesbian. Like your father always say’s ‘there are other fish in the sea.’ I love you, dearest! Bye bye!”
Ron and Harry rolled their eyes. However, Ron was still intent on his documentary.

Notes: Well here’s the first chapter. What do you think. The basic story is from the show RENT. So if you don’t like then don’t read, but don’t flame. Reviews are welcome :)