Mark picked up the phone, and dialed Joanne's number quickly, hoping she'd pick up. Helena was still sitting on the couch and was going back and forth feeling angry and sad, not sure which one she should be feeling.

"Joanne?" Mark asked. "Yeah, its Mark."

"What?" She hissed. "I'm kinda busy."

"My friend's book got stolen." Mark told her.

Joanna sighed. "So you go buy another one."

"So she was writing a book, and she left it at the publisher's office, and someone took the credit of writing it." Mark said.

"Was there a copyright?" Joanne asked.

"Helena was there a copyright?" Mark said.

Helena shook her head. How stupid could she be? It said in all of the writers manual to get copyrights.

"No." Mark said.

"Mark, if there is no copyright, I probably won't get it back." Joanne told him.

Helena heard what Joanne said. She was on the verge of tears again.

"But if you want be to, I can try and get in there-" Joanne was saying.

Helena shook her head. "No, its okay." She said. "Really." Even though it wasn't okay, maybe if Helena told herself that enough times she'd believe it.

"Are you sure?" Mark asked looking concerned.

"Yeah." Helena said.

"I'll talk to ya later Joanne," Mark said into the phone. Then he looked at Helena. "How are you gonna pay the rent?"

"I'll be a waitress like Mimi." Helena said. "And I'll write my storys at night."

Helena went down to her apartment. She couldn't believe that she lost her book.

……………………

"This is good." Maureen said. Collins poured her another glass of wine.

"Would you stop?" Joanne asked. She took the glass away from her. Joanne had stopped after one glass of wine, but Maureen was on her tenth or so drink.

"Come on what else do I have to do?" Maureen asked. "I do a another show somewhere, and then I pack up and we go somewhere else next time." She looked at Collins. "More please."

"You are cut off." Collins said as he poured her one last glass.

Maureen chugged it.

Joanne sighed. "Actually, Maureen, you don't pack up after your shows, I do. And then I set everything the next place, and I clean everything up their two. But do you ever get paid for this? No."

"Well what do you want me pookie?" Maureen asked, pouting.

"Get a job."

"You always just free-lead off of me." Joanne said. "And other people."

"Fine then." She said. "Where do you want me to work?"

"I don't know!" Joanne said.

"FINE!" Maureen shouted. She stomped out of the building.

Collins looked at Joanne. "What just happened?"

"I don't know." She said. "Gimme some more!" Joanne held out her glass.

…………………………………

Maureen looked at the piece of scrap paper where she wrote the address for the store she was going to work at. She got off of the subway, a realized she got out somewhere very far away from alphabet city. But for some reason she just kept walking.

People were dressed in fashionable clothes, and walking into big buildings with revolving doors. Maureen felt like an outsider.

But then a woman stormed out of one of the buildings shouting, "I quit!" Maureen went straight into the door that the lady walked out of, not believing her luck.

"Hey," Maureen said. "So do you have any open spots?"

The room was mostly white, and had a pink rug and soothing music playing with surround sound speakers that were hooked up by the ceilings.

The man that was standing behind the desk looked at her. "Nice timing."

"What is this place?" Maureen asked.

"It's a bridal showroom." He said. "Still interested as being our receptionist?"

"How much we talkin' here?" Maureen said.

He told her.

"Done." Maureen said.

"Well, I'm Todd." He said. "Answer the phone, take messages, that's all there is."

"Thanks." Maureen said. She sat down in the big cushy white chair, and got to work.

……………………….

"Hey, what took so long?" Mark asked.

Mark, Roger, Mimi, Collins, Joanne and Helena were hanging out in the loft.

"I got a job." Maureen told everybody.

Silence followed.

"Who the hell are you and what have you done with Maureen?" Roger asked.

"I'm a receptionist at a bridal showroom."

They all just stared. Then Maureen told them how much she was getting paid.

"Nice." Helena said.

"You need to get some performance spaces." Mimi said, sinking into Roger's arms.

"Let me see." Maureen said.

Mimi looked at Roger. "Did ya tell everybody?" She said, as she held up her hand with the ring on it.

"Of course not." Roger said. Mimi smiled. "It was Mark."

(Okay, sorry for the two slow chapters. I promise things are going to pick up, but I might not update for a few days because I'm going to put a few songs in the next chapters. Collins will be the main character, and I think ya'll will like it! He's going to get a new job, but that's all I'm gonna say!)