Rent - Prologue lyrics

December 24th, 9 pm Eastern Standard Time Here on in, I shoot without a script See if anything comes of it, instead of my old sh** First shot, Roger Tuning the Fender guitar He hasn't played in a year This won't tune So we hear He's just coming back From half a year of withdrawal Are you talking to me? Not at all Are you ready? Hold that focus, steady Tell the folks at home what you're doing Roger