Both Snook sisters got a little mad. Ned is taking them to Wicked and April (as you may notice) is getting strange hormone and emotion problems unlike when she had the twins. No idea why but it's getting much more interesting so expect the unexpected from her from now on.

Don't own April, Pushing Daisies, Wicked or Kristin Chenoweth. Glee owns April, Bryan Fuller owns Pushing Daisies, and I'm not completely sure who exactly owns Wicked. (Obviously) Nobody owns Kristin Chenoweth, she owns herself!

Ned is crazy… he's taking Olive and I to Wicked!!!

Doesn't he KNOW that I was fired by Wicked? Twice???

"Ned, this might get REALLY awkward," I say walking into the Gershwin Theater.

Ned tells me it will be okay which is kind of ironic since he hates awkward situations. We sit down in the auditorium and wait for the show to start. The beginning is the way I remember it when Kristin (as Glinda) floated down in the Bubble Machine. The one I used to use except I never performed.

"That's my role!" I snap and before I know it… I'm standing up.

"Who's the pregnant girl that looks like Kristin?" someone in the audience demands, "Or is that Kristin? Who's that on the stage?"

That IS Kristin you idiots!

"April, get down here right now" Olive shouts to me.

"Olive, that is Kristin, the girl who replaced me," I explain, looking at her. "They were right. She DOES look like us."

I've always been told she's a less slutty version of me…

Now I get it!

"April, you are ruining the show just get down here," Olive begs, "We can talk about it later."

"Okay okay," I say sitting down, "Why did Ned buy these tickets anyway?"

Can't he remember anything this important?

"I don't know," Olive replied, "Ned, why did you buy these stupid tickets?"

"I thought you might want to see it," Ned answered sheepishly.

"Maybe if I was never cast or something," I snap, "But I was and now I'm in the audience with a pie waitress job after being fired twice from the lead and pregnant. The people didn't even notice the difference when the sign changed from April Rhodes to Kristin Chenoweth because we look the same! What's with that?"

This isn't good. I think I'm moving into the emotional category of mad and that isn't normal.

"April, I know you are mad, I am too," Olive says, "But look at you, you're pregnant again and your twins they are growing up in front of your eyes. Don't be mad, your life is so much better then it ever was before."

"I guess so," I reply looking down again.

Thank God Olive took me shopping.

"You think so?" I ask as I sit back down.

"We can go if you don't want to stay," my sister offers.

"It's okay," I say, "I want to see how the show ended up after I left."

I wonder if they changed anything other than Galinda.

"Alright just say something if you want to get out of here."

After the show I leave, stunned.

"Wow. It was better than I thought it would be," I announce.

"That's good. Do you still want to talk to that Kristin girl?" Olive asks.

I think for a minute.

I still got some things to say to her.

"I think I might," I decide.

"Alright than we better get back before she leaves," Olive says.

I walk down to the stage door and walk right in (after all this crap from Wicked I'm not afraid of some guards) and start looking for Kristin.
I give up and just walk into her dressing room (which, must I mention, was mine?) and just as I grab the door to walk in she starts out (may I add that the door swings in?).

"Ow!" I hear her shout.

Apparently I just hit her on the nose.

Oops. Didn't mean to do that, hehe.

"What was tha- wha?" Kristin looks, stunned at me… and recognizes me from the audience earlier.

"Hi, sorry 'bout that," I say apologetically, "Could I talk to you a second?"

"Hey April…" Olive says walking in. Then she sees Kristin's nose. "What did you do to her??? Did you punch her???"

"What? No! No, I didn't hit her!" I exclaim.

Why would I PUNCH her???

"The door did," Kristin finishes.

"Sorry 'bout that by the way," I apologize again.

Why do they make those stage doors swing inward anyway? Isn't that kinda hazardous?

"Oh good, well I'm Olive Snook," she holds out her hand, "My husband and daughter loved your performance."

"It turned out pretty well, even if the fired me…" I say.

"Thank you," Kristin replies, "WHAT?"

She looks at me, thunderstruck.

"Oh April was the last Glinda but she was fired," Olive explains.

"Weird," Kristin says, "They told me I was the first."

Stupid wicked liars…

"I think they wanted you to believe that," I reply.

"Ohhh, scandalous," Olive exclaims.

Kristin and I give her our death glare.

"Peanut Gallery shutting up now," Olive says meekly.

There we go.

"Thank you. Wait… you know the Snook Death Glare?" I ask Kristin.

"The Snook Death Glare?" Kristin asks.

"Oh God, don't tell me I have another sister," Olive groans.

"This is gettin' just plain confusing!"

How much has Mrs. Snook been around? Seems a lot for someone so out of it.

"Wha?" Kristin asks.

"Very long story. I mean LONG. April just tell her what you want to tell her, I don't want to find out anything more about her," Olive says.

"I'll explain another day if we meet again. So I was Glinda and they fired me because I got pregnant and then they fired me because I was drunk a while after that and I used to be mad at you, but seeing the justice you did the role I'm not QUITE so mad anymore," I say to Kristin.

"Thanks… I think," she replies, still confused.

"Well thanks Kristin… Umm I am going to go, this is too weird for me," Olive announces walking out of the room.

"I was adopted you know," Kristin says thoughtfully.

"STOP RIGHT THERE!" I yell, "I don't think Olive wants to know any more!"

"DID SHE JUST SAY SHE WAS ADOPTED???" Olive yells before screaming.

"Is it just me, or does this make absolutely no sense?" Kristin asks, turning to me with a funny look on her face.

"I think I should explain later. I was an orphan and it turned out that I was her sister. Our mother is kinda insane."

"Kinda more like mental!" Olive adds, poking her head in.

"Very," I say, "Anyway, yeah. It turned out I was her long lost sister which explains our identical looks. Then there's you."

I give her a serious look.

She was adopted, would she be related? She has our identical looks, just like Olive and I. But what color are her eyes???

"Oh. Okay," Kristin says.

She doesn't seem to quite get the situation, but then again… WHO WOULD???