A/N: I know that technically, Rent would not allow a college to buy the rights, but I've decided to take a little artistic liscense. So I have to have another disclaimer. I don't own anything that has to do with Rent. Enjoy!

The day of auditions approached a lot faster than Chelsea had expected. I guess it didn't help that she hadn't had a free moment since Saturday and it was now Thursday. She'd started tutoring Kendall Martin, who was a lot smarter than people gave him credit for. She'd had to run the Tri Beta bake sale in the Commons. WIS had had a rally on the environmental danger of Styrofoam, and now she was auditioning for a play. I must be out of my mind, she thought as she waited outside of the auditorium for Raven.

Raven arrived five minutes later. She looked great. Chelsea hadn't gotten to see the new outfit her friend had been working night and day on for the past week. Looking at it now, she knew Raven was sure to get the part. In fact, Chelsea was feeling a little underdressed standing next to Raven, but she'd had to rush from lab. So she hadn't had a chance to change.

"Um, Rae, am I dressed okay?" She asked, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

"Yeah Chels, you're fine."

"I just feel underdressed. I mean look at everyone."

It was true. It seemed everyone auditioning came dressed in the ideas of what the characters looked like.

"Chelsea, you're going to go in there and knock them dead." Raven said wrapping her arm around Chelsea's shoulder. Too bad Chelsea was too nervous to enjoy the simple gesture. Remember, you're here to support Raven. That thought seemed to calm her nerves. They walked in together. And took audition forms from someone Raven told her was the stage manager.

"People, people, please settle down. My name Robert Testani, and I am the director of this production. If you could please fill out your forms and hand them to out stage manager, Stephanie, I would greatly appreciate it. Then I will call you back in individually for you solos. I would like to begin in exactly fifteen minutes. So please be timely in filling out the forms." Said a man standing on the stage. He was dressed in a red t-shirt and baseball cap, tattered blue jeans and converse sneakers. He had very effeminate mannerisms. She also knew that he was one of Ronnie's teacher's and very nice, but a little rough around the edges. And he really appreciated people that weren't intimidated by his gruffness.

Raven and Chelsea handed their papers to Stephanie, and went to stand outside. Chelsea counted thirty-five people including her and Raven. And she knew they were only going to cast about thirteen people. She wondered how many people would be showing up tomorrow. There were eleven people called before Raven. Earlier in the week, when they'd actually had two minutes to see each other at dinner, they decided to both do songs from Chicago since it was one of the only musicals that Raven had the sheet music for.

She tried to move closer to the door, hoping maybe to catch a little bit of Raven's audition. She didn't need to, by the time Raven hit the third verse of "When You're Good to Mama," she could be heard clearly by everyone. Chelsea even saw a few people, whom had seemed so confident only moments before, cringe in intimidation. When Raven finished and exited the auditorium, Chelsea hugged and praised her. Raven was so talented. It was one of the many things Chelsea loved about her. Another ten people went before it was Chelsea's turn.

She took a deep breath as she entered the theater and walked to the stage. She handed the music to the pianist and then climbed up the stairs. She walked to the middle of the stage and stood in the spot light.

"Okay Chelsea Daniels, what will you be singing for us this evening?" Robert asked.

Chelsea cleared her throat before answering. "I'm going to be singing 'Roxie' from Chicago."

She waited for her introduction. Closing her eyes she saw Raven's face, encouraging her, and she just let go.

The name on everybody's lips
Is gonna be Roxie
The lady rakin' in the chips
Is gonna be Roxie

I'm gonna be a celebrity
That means somebody everyone knows
They're gonna recognize my eyes
My hair, my teeth, my boobs, my nose…

Raven raced over to the Commons. Her design class had run behind schedule, and she was later meeting Chelsea. Today they were going to post the cast list. She'd been excited all weekend. Chelsea kept telling her she was sure that she'd made it, but Raven wasn't as certain. She really wondered if Chelsea had made it. She'd really been surprised at auditions. Her friend had really held her own. And more than anything Raven was proud of her.

She ran and didn't stop until she'd reached the information desk on the second floor. Chelsea was already waiting. She and Raven had agreed they would look together, and Chelsea met her with anxious gaze. "Ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be." She replied grabbing Chelsea's hand. They walked over to the desk, took a deep breath and looked.

Joanne Jefferson…………………………………………………Raven Baxter

Maureen Johnson………………………………………………..Chelsea Daniels

"Ahh, Rae we did it!" Chelsea screamed, jumping up and down.

"I know, girl, I am so psyched." Raven said beaming.

"I can't believe I made it." Chelsea reflected.

"I can, you were awesome at auditions." Raven reminded her.

"So congratulations Joanne."

"Same to you, Maureen."

Chelsea smiled a goofy grin at her crinkling her nose. "Well I actually have to run, I have lab in about 15 min, and I need to get there early."

"Okay, I'll see you later then." Raven said as Chelsea turned and left.

Raven was floating on cloud nine. She had landed her dream role. Joanne Jefferson. Lawyer, archenemy of Mark, lover of Maureen, Lover of Maureen…Oh snap! Life just got really complicated.

"I'm going to have to kiss her!" Raven practically shouted at Eddie over dinner.

"So?" Eddie responded.

"So? So? I'm not just talking about a one shot thing. I will have to kiss her everyday for almost two months." Raven added.

"Again I say, so? You know you want to kiss her."

"Yes that's true, but not like this. I don't know how I'm going to be able to keep my emotions and my hormones in check when I turned into a puddle of mush the one time our lips touched."

"Yes is does seem you will have a problem there."

You have no idea.