A/N: hey there everyone! it's Mimi (Roger Davis' Song of Glory) updating yet again. this is my final installment of TNB, but not to worry, Kait (rentislife0619) will update her chapts. soon (i hope)

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CHAPTER FIFTEEN
(chapter title – The Wedding Of My Dreams)

"July 10th, 1995, one PM Eastern Standard Time – it's my wedding day!" Mark narrated into his camera as Roger stood behind him, adjusting his tie.

"Cohen! Will you stand still!" Roger told his best friend, laughing. Mark rolled his icy blue eyes at his friend.

"I'm just really nervous, Rog. I've never been married before." Mark confessed as he sat his camera down on a table.

"It'll be okay – remember what they said in Fiddler on the Roof – lachieam or shit like that." Roger told his friend.

"It's pronounced la kayim and it means 'To Life' in Russian." Mark informed him.

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Meanwhile, in the ladies dressing room, Mimi, Joanne and Maureen were helping me put on my wedding dress. It was a floor-length white dress with hints of different colored sparkles on it.

"Oh, honey, you look beautiful." Joanne told me as she placed a hand on my shoulder. I had tears in my eyes as I took in a deep breath. Joanne was like the mother figure in the group – always making sure everyone was dressed warmly enough and I could talk to her about anything, which made me feel special.

"Thanks, Jo." I told her, tears streaming down my cheeks.

"Mary, now's not the time to cry, chica." Mimi told me in a motherly voice. I smiled through my tears and used a Kleenex to dab my tears away. Sitting down in a chair, Mimi applied my makeup while Joanne and Maureen helped me with everything else I needed help with.

"Everyone know who they're walking with?" I asked.

"Roger and I." Mimi piped up.

"Erick and I." Joanne told me.

"Max and I." Maureen flashed a small pout at me. I smiled, knowing that Maureen would rather walk down the aisle with Joanne than my sixteen-year-old cousin from Michigan.

"You'll like him, Mo. He's really sweet." I reassured her, opening my eyes wide as Mimi applied my mascara. I never needed to wear makeup – only for special occasions, but nothing fancy. Mimi helped me stand up and into my white high-heeled shoes. Joanne then handed my bouquet of yellow and red flowers to me. I instantly found Mark and took a deep breath.

"Nervous?" he asked. I nodded and looked straight ahead. At the front of the group was Maureen and Max, then Joanne and Erick, then Mimi and Roger, then Mark and I. As Pacabel Canon in D started playing, Maureen, Max, Joanne, Erick, Mimi and Roger walked down the aisle and to their spots on either side of the canopy. Mark and I didn't move until the string quartet started playing Sunrise, Sunset. A lot of the inspiration for the wedding came from watching Fiddler on the Roof with Mimi, Maureen, Joanne, Roger and Mark sometime last week. I had never seen that movie and I really enjoyed it.

Anyway, as Mark and I walked down the aisle, I saw a lot of familiar faces from where my family was sitting. I continued to look straight ahead at the canopy and my 'adopted family'.

"…I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride." the rabbi told us two hours later. Mark lifted the veil off of my face and kissed me passionately. I laced my fingers behind his neck and kissed him even more passionately than ever.

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"I would like to say a few words." Roger clinked his wine glass with his fork. I laughed and took a sip of my champagne.

"First, I would like to say a few words about Marcus David Cohen – my best friend in the entire world. He's very lucky to have such a beautiful girl like Mary by his side, to comfort him, care for him and love him." I was starting to get tears in my eyes.

"Let's raise a glass to Mary and Mark Cohen – may they always be together Mozel Tov!" Roger raised his wine glass and stepped off the stage. Mark and I stood up and hugged him.

"Thank you." I whispered in Roger's ear. He smiled and went to sit next to Mimi at the Wedding Party table. Mimi stood up and walked to the stage and took the mike in her hands.

"I believe it's now time for Mark and Mary's first dance together as a couple." Mimi said. Mark smiled and led me to the dance floor. I laced my hands behind his neck while Mark put his hands on my waist and drew me close.

"This song was written by my boyfriend, Roger and it's called Seasons of Love." She and Roger then sang the most beautiful duet I had ever heard.

"Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes,
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Moments so dear.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?

In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights
In cups of coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.

In five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure
A year in the life?" Mimi sang.

"How about love?
How about love?
How about love? Measure in love

Seasons of love. Seasons of love" Roger sang.

"Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes!
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Journeys to plan.

Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure the life
Of a woman or a man?" Mimi sang.

"In truths that she learned,
Or in times that he cried.
In bridges he burned,
Or the way that she died." Roger sang.

"It's time now to sing out,
Tho' the story never ends
Let's celebrate
Remember a year in the life of friends
Remember the love!
Remember the love!
Seasons of love!" Mimi sang.

"Oh you got to got to Remember the love!
You know love know that love is a gift from up above
Share love, give love spread love

Measure measure you life in love." Roger sang.

After they were done singing, Mark and I ran up to the stage and hugged them. I felt tears in my eyes as I hugged Roger tightly. He hugged me back.

"Thank you." I whispered in his ear.

"You're welcome." He whispered back. I went to hug Mimi as Mark hugged Roger.

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After the wedding, Mark and I are headed to our honeymoon where we are spending two months in Hawaii. I had always wanted to go there, and now I was – with my husband. As we found our seats, I rested my head on his shoulder and fell asleep. I stayed awake for one of the in-flight movies, but I couldn't hold my eyes open for dinner, so I slept through that. I was dreaming of my life with Mark and what the future had in store for us.

A/N: don't own the lyrics to Seasons of Love. belongs to respected owner. 'nuff said.

A/N 2: if you review, i still have some chocolate chip and M&M cookies with your guys' names on them