My Mark Diary

Showtunes

Dear Diary,

Recently, my apartment has been getting pretty messy. Especially since I've been spending most of my time at Mark's apartment. Since my place has slowly been looking like a guy's apartment with girl's clothing everywhere, I decided to clean up a bit.

I walked into my room and was saddened almost immediately. I realized that my room was so messy that basically all of my clothes were strewn across the floor and on the bed. Not a single article of clothing was on a hanger in my closet. I decided one thing: I needed to clean my room. So that's what I did.

*Time skip one hour*

It's been an hour, and I haven't gotten anything done. I need to keep part of my brain distracted, but what can do that? Hmmm... I got an idea, so I went over to my phone and turned on some music. And not just any music:

Showtunes.

I absolutely adore singing along to showtunes. Considering my job, you'd think I hate singing the same, twenty-to-fifty-year-old songs over and over on repeat, but it's actually very calming and relaxing. I start listening to Wicked, first. I sing along quietly to "Popular," and as the musical comes to an end, I belt out Elphaba's role in "Defying Gravity," hitting that high F perfectly. I didn't even falter or hesitate when it happened, either, and that rarely happens! If only Idina Menzel were here to hear that. She'd be so proud of me.

The next musical I listened to was "Chicago." That's when I started to dance and sing along to the music, all while cleaning my hella-messy room. It was gradually getting cleaner. I decided to be like the Vaudeville women in the musical and put on my black lingerie and continued to dance to the "Cell Block Tango."

I was dancing so sexily, I knew this is something that Mark might like. I started to sing louder and louder, hoping he would hear my voice. Hoping he would want to do what I wanted him to do.

It was at the end of "The Cell Block Tango" when I realized that Mark had walked in and was staring at me with awe and a pillow covering his you-know-what. I started to prance around my now clean room toward him. I pulled him into a hug. He was a little shocked, at first. He soon dropped the pillow and wrapped his arms around me and leaned down and whispered seductively in my ear, "You were singing very loud. I got worried, and I find you dancing in here?"

"Yes, Mark? I was just cleaning my room," I said.
"It didn't look like 'cleaning' to me."
"Ok, maybe I was intentionally wanting to clean my room, but now that it's clean, I can basically do whatever the hell I want," I said, confidence raging in my voice.
"Well then, what do you want to do, now?" Mark asked, his hands on my bare waist.
I stand on my tiptoes and I whisper in his ear, "I know exactly what I want to do to you, baby,"
"And what is that?" Mark asks surprised.
"I want you..."
"Yes?" Mark asks, suspiciously.
"To..." I lead him on.
"Mhmmmm?" Mark asks, his impatience coming through his thick wall of composure.
"...Sing with me."
I lean back away from Mark to see his expression and it's priceless! His face is all red from him watching my sexy musical number. The shockwave on his face goes back to the original, handsome face I've grown to love over the past three years, behind the screen and in real life. Mark smiled at me and said in the sweetest voice ever, "There's nothing I wouldn't do better than sing showtunes with you."
He grabbed my hand and pulled me up from my position on the freshly-made bed and turned the music up louder. I got on my phone and went to another musical album and went straight to my favorite song.