A/N: The story suffices strongly, though I suffer, struggling for suggestions to surface.

…Yes, I was practicing my alliteration. No, it's not creepy…to me. Oh, and I'm not suffering thinking of ideas. Don't worry.

[Setting: The Schubert…]

Wade was busy studying her lines for Streetcar and trying not to think too much about Max.

Feel the part, feel the part, feel the part…

"Wade?" One of the chorus girls called.

She looked up and saw a whole group of them motioning for her to join them, which she did. Honestly, all the studying was getting boring.

"Your friend Marc," one giggled, "is he single?"

"Oh, perfectly single and perfectly disinterested." Wade shrugged.

"What do you mean?" She frowned.

"He's not interested in any of you or me or Ulla or any other girl on this planet."

"You mean he's…?" Another whimpered.

"Unfortunately for you, he is."

They all slouched in humiliation. Wade, a little amused, went over to talk to the apparent object of all the girls' affections.

"When did you become such a ladies' man, London?" She smirked at him.

"Whatever do you mean, Wade?" Marc paused, then laughed. "You think I don't know? I almost feel bad for them."

"Yeah, I know, I think that…" She narrowed her eyes at him.

"What?" He stared at her.

"Really nice Italian chain you have around your neck there."

"Isn't it?" He smiled, looking down, but then looked up in horror, realizing what Wade was getting at.

"London, you've got some 'splaining to do."

"Okay, I kind of stole it from him."

"Stole it?"

"…And wore it to bed last night."

"You're sickening, Marc." Wade's head collapsed into her hands. "One, what makes you think Carmen would have any interest in you, and two, what would my brother think?"

"He'd probably think I was some crazy bastard."

"Would he be wrong?"

"Don't do that with me." Marc shook a finger at her, smiling like he had some blackmailing planned. "What would the backers think if Max Bialystock was spotted cavorting around with some floozy?"

"I've already survived a beatdown from one of them. I think I'm fine, but thanks for looking out for the floozy."

All of a sudden, bursts of laughter escaped them.

When they had calmed down, Wade put her hand on Marc's shoulder to calm him and slowly slipped the chain over his head. "Can you promise me something, Marc?" She asked.

"What?" He answered.

"Please don't make a move on Carmen. The last thing I want to do is ruin things with my brother again." Wade sighed. "Which is what I was planning to talk to you about."

"This doesn't sound good."

"It's not really. I was thinking…maybe we should give up the whole Glimmer-and-Elliot thing."

"What?" Marc exclaimed, shooting out of his seat.

"I'm not continuing until you promise not to act like a psycho!" She growled at him, getting up to shoot him a cold glare that he could see.

"But I can't! Look, I know you want to straighten things out with Roger and all, but being Glimmer was the only time I've ever seen you really feel good about yourself! Do you really want to give that up?"

Wade paused. In the back of her mind, she knew he was right. "I think my family comes first." She shook her head.

"I think you're insane." Marc snarled. "You are Glimmer Stareagles. There's no one else in this world more fabulous."

"We don't have to do this, Marc." She groaned.

"But we do!"

[Setting: On the Schubert's stage…]

Roger watched as Wade and Marc seemingly erupted into a huge fight. "What's going on over there?" He asked.

Carmen turned around to see and rolled his eyes, turning away. "What is that crazy bitch screaming about now?" He groaned.

"Who knows what?" Max sighed, shaking his head. "She's been so distant these past few days."

"Maybe it's that time of the month." Leo suggested.

"Leo, there's a line you don't cross that you just crossed."

"It was just a possibility."

"Marc alvays says she's better if she's had many drinks." Ulla piped up.

"The last thing we need is for her to be drinking during rehearsals." Max grabbed Ulla's hand, as if to thank her for the suggestion and reject it att he same time.

"This whole Glimmer Stareagles thing is just getting to you!" Wade yelled at Marc.

Roger immediately began listening. If he had heard right, she'd mentioned Glimmer Stareagles. How did they know her?

"Max, this is a bit of an odd question," he turned to Max, "but when you said that you talked to Glimmer Stareagles and Elliot St. James, what exactly did the say?"

"Well, they did mention you," Max recalled, "but they said that if I asked you about them, you wouldn't remember them."

Roger glanced at Wade and Marc, but they were gone. Beginning to get suspicious, he concluded that there was some Glimmer-related secret being kept and those two were in on it.

[Setting: Outside the Schubert…]

"Look, Wade, we should just talk this out." Marc rolled his eyes, pulling Wade into an alley.

"Why are we out here?" She inquired.

"Because we don't want the whole entire world to know about Glimmer Stareagles. You were getting loud and I saw that little sideways look Roger gave us."

"What look?"

"It was the, as you call it, the 'Marc Birthday Look.'"

The Marc Birthday Look is what Wade called the look Marc would shoot her whenever he heard her whispering to other people around the time of his birthday, with the idea that he might find out what he would be getting. It was an extremely sly and suspicious look.

Noticing her pause, Marc continued. "He thought he could find out some valuable information."

"I get it now." She nodded. "Look, Glimmer's not retiring yet, but please just give me some time to think it over."

"Think it over, Wade," he sighed, "but just remember that this entire journey to New York was about us. Was about you."

As he went back in, Wade thought for a minute.

That trip was about her. He was right.

And that son of a bitch was going to steal that chain back, wasn't he?