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Jo laid on her bed, her headphones on as she listened to the Wicked soundtrack, singing to herself under her breath, unaware that someone was knocking on her door.

Kate opened the door, smiling as she peeked in to look at her daughter. "Hey," she said, trying to get Jo's attention but she was too busy studying the script in front of her to look up. Kate walked to the bed, lifting one of the headphones away from her ear. "Hey," she said again, making Jo jump.

The teenager fumbled to press pause on the cell phone before looking at her mother. "Hey. I'm just trying to figure out this music."

Kate nodded. "Your father and I are so proud of you," she told her, sitting down on the bed next to her. "We want you to do your best so we found you teacher to help with all this."

"An acting tutor? Aren't those like really expensive? I mean, I know we have money but…"

"Don't worry, we found a cheap one. Come on, I want you to meet her."

Kate ushered Jo out of her room and down the stairs, where she saw an elderly gray-haired woman sitting on the couch talking to her father. "Gram," she said with a smile. "What are you doing here? What happened to California?"

Martha stood and hugged Jo as she ran over to her. "Los Angeles will still be there in two months. Watching my granddaughter's rise to stardom is a once in a lifetime opportunity and I will be there for every moment until the curtain falls on your final performance."

"You know I'm just part of the ensemble, right? You probably won't even be able to see me."

"That's not what your father told me. I believe he said something about you being lead?" she said, looking at Rick, who nodded.

"I'm the understudy but…"

"So that means you were better than everyone else who auditioned except for one girl. I was understudy several times and I always ended up playing the role."

"Yeah, after someone mysteriously got sick or fell down the stairs and broke their neck," Rick said.

Jo's eyes widened. "Did you kill somebody, Gram?"

Martha shook her head. "Honestly, Richard, that was a misunderstanding. She did not break her neck, only a couple vertebras got misaligned. Enough about the past, we must think about the future and the legacy of Rogers women on the great stage." She looked around the living room. "Where is your piano? Richard, how are you raising these children without a piano in the house?"

"I'm sorry, Mother. I know, it's borderline abusive," he quipped.

"Well, it nearly is. A home without music isn't a home. And now you have a performer in the family, its time in invest in a piano."

"I'm not really a performer," Jo said but Martha waved her off.

"Nonsense, darling. You are just one in a long line of thespians in our family. We'll go shopping for one today, on your father's charge, of course."

"Of course," Rick muttered, already looking exhausted.

"It's money you should have spent years ago and we wouldn't be having this conversation," Martha told him.

"An old piano wouldn't work anymore," he said then shook his head and pulled his wallet out of his pocket, handing his mother a gold credit card. "Nothing too elaborate."

"If you take proper care of it, it would last a lifetime." She took the credit card from him. "The point of a piano is to make a statement, darling. You don't want some boring, wooden thing you shove up against a wall."

"Actually, that's exactly what I want. I don't want to spend a hundred-thousand dollars on a piano no one will play and will probably end up being lit on fire by one of the boys. You know what, I'm gonna go with you."

"Richard, no," Martha said, linking her arm through Jo's. "I need some time alone with my granddaughter. I want to hear all about this young man of yours," she said, looking at the teenager.

Rick sighed, leaning back against the cushions of the couch as Jo and Martha left. Kate came around the back of the couch and began rubbing his shoulders. "You know we need to make room for a baby grand now, right?" she said.

He nodded, rubbing one eye. "Yeah, I know."

AN: single scene chapter, sorry. I'm not feeling good and I'm slammed at work. At least Martha's back!