How do you leave the past behind
when it keeps finding ways to get to your heart?
It reaches way down deep
and tears you inside out 'till you're torn apart!
Rent!

How can you connect in an age
where strangers, landlords, lovers, your own bloodcells betray?
What binds the fabric together
when the raging, shifting winds of change keep ripping away?

Draw a line in the sand and then make a stand!
Use your camera to spar!
Use your guitar!
When they act tough, you call their bluff
We're not gonna' pay
We're not gonna' pay
We're not gonna' pay
Last year's rent!
This year's rent!
Next year's rent!
Rent, rent, rent, rent, rent!
We're not gonna' pay rent!
'Cause everything is rent!

Didn't mean to put all those lyrics in there, but I didn't want to leave it sounding so distressed and angsty, so I added in the last part of the song and decided to just finish it up. And I thought the last part was kinda funny. It's one thing to vow to not ever pay your rent, but then to just start yelling "rent" repetitively and then claim that "EVERYTHING is rent"... I just thought it was excessive. Thus, kind of funny. It's also sort of a parallel to my last deviation. "How We Gonna' Pay..?" was more or less from the begining of that scene, and "We're Not Gonna' Pay..." is more or less towards the end and blahblahblah technicalities no one cares.

Wow, another lame-ass RENT fan-pic from me. -_- And from the same scene as my last deviation. I just had to get this up on dA and out of the way. It's not the best pic in the world, but I liked the idea I had in mind when I started it. I'm not that great at drawing things from an unusual perspective, but I like to try it now and then. In this case, it's the point of view of a flaming peice of paper. 0_o

So, they're throwing the contents of a flaming trashcan out the window of their apartment, which actually, all of the tenants in the building are throwing flaming crap out the windows, but only these two have a TRASHCAN full of it. They grabbed Roger's old band's posters and Mark's old screenplays and set them on fire to keep warm because their power just went out. I guess throwing it out the window didn't get them very far with the whole "being warm" thing they were going for, but sometimes things just need to be sacrificed for the sake of rock. This includes your own warmth. If the rock calls for it, then the rock must have it. Even if you freeze to death, you still have your pride, right? -_- Seriously, this is a recurring theme throughout the play. One's dignity and pride in their art is more important than selling out and conforming. Hence, the bohemianness....

Anyway, I didn't intend this picture to look so... hellish. I mean, they look like they're sacrificing flaming trashcans to Satan or something. Wow, sadistic. But what's really happening is they're having (like in my last deviation) a rock moment. Just an angry rock moment. Everyone gets the occasional "Let's light crap on fire and throw it in the streets!! Yeah, it'll be HARDCORE!!" moments. You know those. Don't lie, you have them too.

On another note, the paper with the words on it looks really ghey. I understand that's not what an eviction notice would look like. I'm very well aware of that... I just put part of the lyrics that dealt with eviction notices on the paper, 'cause I'm a nerd and I thought it'd be cool. And just to add to the nerdness, I put the frikkin' logo on it too. Can't get much retardeder.

Also I got lazy with the coloring of the backgroundness, which I usually do. They're standing on the fire escape balcony thing from their appartment. I was too lazy to draw the appartment behind them--plus I suck at archetecture, so yeah. But just in case you couldn't tell, that's what it is. Wow, Mark looks like a douchebag.

Drawn via mouse in MS Paint, colored, shaded, etc. in photoshop. And no, I didn't make the fire. I'm too lazy. I owe thanks to Google's image search, the rubber stamp tool, and the ability to change the opacity of tools... in regard to the flamingness. Ahhh... anything else? Hmm, well, I'll edit it and come back later if I think of anything.

Oh, and I'm sorry for not getting your Malfoy done yet, and I'd like to mention to that I will get your thing done too, sooner or later. Really, I'm just wanting to get junk out of my way before too much time elapses from when I began the drawing to some time later when I think it sucks too much. ^_^ Anyway, I'm out for now! Enjoy.

Mark Cohen, Roger Davis, flaming trashcans and anything else pertaining to RENT and it's music is (c) Jonathan Larson.