UGH! Screwed up majorly. The story was supposed to be set when the movie was set and I just threw the Pixar and Journey references in there, forgetting what time period I was in. So I guess now it's sort of set in modern times, except all products with some connection to Apple do not exist – no computers, no phones, no iPads, no nothing! (I couldn't have lived in this time, then.) Also, for Wade's safety, One Direction, Justin Bieber, and Carly Rae Jepsen do not exist.

WADE: THANK YOU! I swear, sometimes I think that Carmen looks so idiotic, he could be part of 1D.

MARC: Be nice, Wade.

WADE: [growls]

"You know this girl?"

"Yes, all too well."

"Her again."

"Is she looking to audition?"

"More auditions!" Auditions sounded like "audissions" to her. Was she going crazy?

She decided that she already was, swallowed, and got ready to face the music when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Is it really happening?" Marc asked.

"Yes, Marc, it is." Wade sighed, looking down at the floor as the others began talking again, Roger's gaze lasting on her a little longer. "I wanted to get away from him and now he's here!"

"Well, yeah, he was the star of their last production."

"What?" She turned to him angrily.

"Yeah."

"You know I didn't like that musical, so I didn't look into it! Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I thought it was something you wouldn't want to know!"

"Well, not if I was going to run into him casually, or maybe not so casually! 'Oh, hey, it's your brother again!'"

"You were bound to find out eventually!"

"If you're here to audition," Max Bialystock turned towards them, "you're late, but I'm sure we could fit you in somehow. You definitely look like hicks." Wade didn't know if that was a compliment or an insult.

"That would be most kind of you." Marc pushed ahead of Wade. "We'd like to audition for Samuel and Sophie Kowalski, respectively."

"Yeah." Wade muttered, looking down at the floor.

"Your names?"

"Marc London and Wade DeBris."

"DeBris?" Max turned to Roger. "Is that why…?"

"Yes." He nodded, sighing.

"Always nice to see you again, Wade." Carmen Ghia nodded towards her, talking slowly.

"Who is he?" Marc whispered to Wade.

"That's Carmen Ghia, my brother's 'common-law assistant.'" She whispered back, mimicking Carmen.

"Is it strictly business?"

"You wish." She scoffed.

Marc bit the inside of his mouth.

Great. Now another thing to look forward to: hearing Marc gush over Carmen Ghia, of all people.

She'd only really seen him once. He hadn't taken to her. And she hadn't taken to him either.

"Wade!" Roger called. "Wade, wait!"

Wade continued walking. She felt like she'd done a good job on her audition. That wasn't the reason why she wanted to get out of the theater as quickly as possible. Anyone who knew either of them knew why.

Marc hadn't auditioned yet. She was leaving him on his own.

Break a leg, she suddenly thought, hoping he'd receive her thought somehow.

"Wade!" He ran in front of her, finally stopping her.

"What do you want, Roger?" She snapped.

"Look, I know we didn't exactly part on the best of terms-"

"Understatement of the century, Roger."

"But now that you're in New York and, I must say, have a very good chance of getting a lead role, can't we just try to get along?"

"Look, just because you might play my brother in the show-"

"Wade, you can't stay mad at me forever."

"Watch me."

"Well, why don't you come over and see me tonight? You know where I live."

"Ugh. I know where you live, Roger."

"You may bring Marc if you don't feel comfortable."

She paused. I guess she'd feel better if she had Marc around her and I guess Marc would feel better if he had Carmen around him. Win-win situation, she supposed.

"Fine. But don't expect me to be happy about it."

Marc opened the door to find Wade laying down on her hotel bed.

"Why the long one, Babyface?" He asked her, nearly tripping over one of their bags.

"We're going to my brother's tonight." She informed him. "Don't worry. You'll like it. All it's missing is Liberace."

"So…I'll get to see Carmen again?"

"Don't get any ideas, Marc."

"Fine. I won't. But you can't stop me from getting ideas if I don't say them out loud."

"Marc 'Blabbermouth' London? I'll believe that when I hear it."

"Or when you don't."

Wade and Marc approached the townhouse. She knocked on the door, but there was no answer.

"There's a doorbell right there." Marc suggested. "Maybe we should ring it."

"Marc, don-" But it was all in vain. Though Wade attempted to stop him, he rang the doorbell anyway.

I feel pretty and witty and bright…

"That is the coolest doorbell ever!" Marc squealed happily. "I want one of those when I get a real house!"

"Marc, if you want us to stay friends, don't." Wade rolled her eyes.

The door finally opened, revealing Carmen and sending Marc into attractive overdrive.

"Yesss—oh, it's you, Wade." His voice was cold, but his face softened just slightly when he saw Marc, as if to say, You're not my friend, but you're not my enemy. "And Mr. London. Please come in."

Wade swore she saw him take out that weird monocle and check Marc out, but when they turned around, he looked just as innocent as Marc thought he was. Wade knew better.

"I don't believe we've had a proper introduction." He looked at Marc. "I am Carmen Ghia."

"Oh, I know." He blushed, looking down at the floor.

Wade bit her tongue, trying not to slap Carmen, because she was aware of what he would do next.

Sure enough, he did that clapping thing where he made popping noises that Wade just didn't understand. Marc just stood there in amazement, thinking Carmen was all sorts of magic. Wade just rolled her eyes.

"I'd just like to see my brother." She sighed, plopping down on one of the couches, exhaustedly. She wasn't awaiting this reunion, but she didn't want to go home unsatisfied. Marc sat down next to her.

"Oh, Roger?" He called. "We're not alone!" Then he disappeared behind the doors.

"I don't care if he's your brother." Marc shook his head at wade. "Carmen won't be his for long."

"Marc—"

"Wade Michiko DeBris," a nasal voice called, "in the flesh?"

She turned and saw Kevin, the costume designer of Roger's production team. "Kevin!" She smiled.

"He has people living in his house?" Marc whispered to her as Kevin came over to them.

"Yep. Kevin, Bryan, Scott, and Shirley. Oh, and Sabu. And all these other—"

"And Carmen? That's just unfair. I live with a bipolar chick who has yet to set me up with anyone."

"I am not bipolar." She scowled at him. He raised his eyebrows at her. She turned to Kevin. "How have things been here?"

"Since Springtime," he answered, "fabulous!"

"Good to hear. Where are the others?"

"Right here." A deeper voice boomed from the stairs. Marc's jaw dropped at the sight of Bryan. "Wade?"

"Yep, it's Wade." She nudged Marc. "And my friend, Marc London. He's really enjoying the house, if you know what I mean."

Marc looked down at the floor.

"Where's Scott?" She looked around.

"Hi there!" Scott suddenly slid down the bar on the stairs. Marc just rubbed his eyes, probably wondering whether or not this was all true.

"Wade, my very best friend who I love and adore so much, the goddess of all sweetness, purity, and beauty, not to forget wit and did I say beauty," Marc grinned at Wade, "do you think you could set me up with somebody here, my darling, beautiful, amazing, beautiful, talented, beautiful friend?"

"Almost convincing enough that I believed a word you said." She lied, smirking at him. "But I'll do my best." She turned to Scott. "Where's my big brother?"

They exchanged glances.

"What?" Wade raised an eyebrow at them. Suddenly, she heard sounds coming from the other room. "I bet he's in there!" She grabbed Marc's hand and dragged him through the doors, only to find…

"Is that your…?" Marc trailed off, his eyes huge.

"I'm not very surprised." She shook her head.