A/N: Thought I'd get back to the roots of Wade's initial struggle: always being in her brother's shadow. Also, the reference to The Twilight Zone was "It's a cookbook," referring to the famous episode "To Serve Man."

[Setting: The Schubert…]

"Halt!" Roger screamed at Wade and Marc, who were onstage. "Can we please try that again with more emotion?"

"You've been saying that for hours." Wade protested. "I thought we were doing a better job."

"Wade," he sighed, "I don't want to yell at you, but you need to work harder. I want this to knock Broadway right on its ear and it's nowhere near there!"

"I understand." She nodded.

"Can we please take this from the top?" Carmen sighed.

"Shut up, Carmen." Wade murmured.

"Le's keep this peaceful." Max collapsed in a chair as Carmen glared at Wade.

"Um…" Marc piped up. "I don't really know what to do. I'm supposed to be the violent, abusive character, but we're trying to keep this audience-friendly, so should I beat her with a shoe or something?"

"Marc!" Wade exclaimed, horrified.

"Vhat I do, Marc, is ask myself," Ulla grinned, "'vhat's my motiwation?'"

"Uh, well…" He didn't exactly know what to say to that.

Suddenly, the lights started blinking on and off.

"Is Shirley up there manning the lights?" Wade looked up.

"Sorry!" Shirley called.

"You better stop it," she joked, "it'll trigger Marc's disco tendencies!"

"Oh, come on," Marc grinned, "who doesn't have disco tendencies?"

"Uh, I don't!"

"Ulla, Carmen, want to dance with me?"

They both giggled uncontrollably. Wade tried to figure out who was more high-pitched. Probably Carmen.

"Just take a break, everyone!" Roger rolled his eyes.

"Okay, this is absolutely crazy so far." Wade couldn't help laughing.

"This is serious! We need to be perfect!"

"Lighten up a little, big brother." She sat down next to him, a big grin on her face.

"This is not the time!"

"We've all been working so hard and it's only practically the third week of rehearsals. We have so much more to go. How about we let Shirley handle the lights and you, me, Marc, and Carmen go to the Astor Bar across the street?"

It took him a while, but he finally agreed.

Wade looked over to Marc, who had twirled Ulla around and had pulled Carmen out of his seat and looked extremely happy to be dancing with him. "I think Marc is busy scaring everybody into dancing, so how about just the two of us?"

[Setting: Astor Bar…]

"Two scotches." Wade told the bartender.

"Actually, I would—" Roger began.

"Shut up. Scotches." Wade interjected.

"…If you say so."

"You've been pretty successful, what with the whole Springtime for Hitler phenomenon, then you did the whole Prisoners of Love bit, blah blah blah…"

"Yes, it's been quite exciting." He looked over to her. "What have I missed?"

"What do you mean?"

"Since I left. The last time I saw you before Thanksgiving, you were pleading for me to take you. Then when you came for the holidays, you didn't talk to me."

"Well…you abandoned me. I was old enough. When you left, it was because you wanted bigger opportunities. You knew I did too. So why did you leave me?"

"Because you were not ready."

"And prove that you were."

"That is an absolutely immature argument. You are still that little girl who thought she was so threatening."

"I was threatening." Wade pouted.

Roger laughed. "Dear, you were about as threatening as a butterfly."

"We'd better get back." She couldn't help grinning. "Marc's probably got Shirley working a disco ball while he rollerskates around the theater."

"He'd probably annoy Max to death."

"He's already gotten me halfway there." She gulped down her scotch, left some money, hopped off the stool, and headed back to the theater, Roger right behind her.

[Setting: The Schubert…]

When Wade and Roger got back in the theater, it seemed like almost nothing had changed, minus the dancing. Ulla was helping Shirley with the lights, though it seemed all Shirley was doing was admiring her; Marc and Carmen were talking, that same admiring gleam in Marc's eyes; and Max and Leo were arguing about God knows what this time.

"Should we take it from my scene with Marc again?" Wade asked.

He nodded at her. "Everyone!" He exclaimed as Wade clapped loudly for effect. "This is bedlam!"

Everyone listened except Max and Leo, Max's volume elevating to a yell. Leo wasn't the yelling type unless he had to be.

Wade clapped louder, but nobody stopped. "Max! Leo!"

"Shut up!" Carmen yelled. Suddenly, everyone stopped.

"Oh, so when he does it!" She scoffed exhaustedly.

"Let's go from the Kowalski scene again!" Roger ordered as Wade and Marc rushed onstage.

[Setting: The Hotel…]

The room was filled with darkness that had apparently lulled Marc to sleep, but Wade couldn't bring herself to drift off.

What did she know about her brother?

She stuck her hand up to count on her fingers.

One: his full name is Roger Elizabeth DeBris.

Two: he's gay and his partner is Carmen Ghia.

Three: he's a renowned director and actor whose production team lives in his Upper East Side townhouse.

Four: he likes West Side Story and Pippa Middleton, evidently.

Five: he's her brother.

That's not much, she thought, knowing that her brother probably knew only about five things about her too.

Wade closed her eyes. Maybe it was time she stopped viewing him as competition and started viewing him as her big brother again.