Hmm, what to do what to do. Let's try Mark's POV! And I don't own Mark! Or any other RENT person! I don't think I own Lestlie either, but I can pretend!

"And I fell right on my face. Well that was the end of that!" I laughed, Les hanging on to my arm for support as her entire body shook with laughter. "Ok" she said,wiping tears from her eyes. "Let's go. I'm hungry" She wrapped her arm around mine, and we tried to not get blown into the traffic.

"It's freezing!" I complained "How are you not cold?" I added enviously, looking at her black shorts and tights. She's been dressing like that since fifth grade.

She shrugged.

"It's not really that cold."

"Leslie it's freaking February!"

"I'm wearing long sleeves. Besides, it's not my fault that your body is incapable of producing enough heat!"

I made a face at her and pulled her into the Life, where everyone was sitting at the usual table, making the usual racket. This racket increased when they noticed us at the door.

"Hey guys! I waved. I noticed Lestlie shrink slightly behind me. I gently nudged her forward and sat down next to Angel. I noticed Maureen make a face and out an arm around Jo, glaring at Lestlie. I groaned quietly and looked at Angel, who gave me a pitying look. I nudged Les and pointed to the miso soup on the menu. While she was occupied with that, I death glared at Maureen, who pouted.

"So, um," Roger attempted awkwardly, "What do you do Lestlie?" "Um," Lestlie looked at me. I smiled and poked her.

"Uh, I've been in some off Broadway stuff. And I'm considering,omigod."

I looked at her, and followed her gaze to the music store across the street. She got up and went out the door. I looked at everyone else and shrugged as she came tearing back in waving a poster that she apparently ripped off the window.

"omigodomigodomigod OMIGOD MARK!" she practically screamed, nearly falling on me in her excitement. Barely bothering to attempt to regain her balance as she shoved the poster in my face. I squinted and barely made out the picture before she was shoving the poster in Angel's face.

"Do you see this!" she shrieked, turning back to me, and falling in the process. I looked at everyone else, all of whom were laughing.

When she recovered herself a bit, she shoved the poster in my face again. I made out the word Godspell before she hugged it to herself.

"Omigod Mark they're taking walk-in auditions! Oh, god Mark!"

I wrestled the paper from her and examined it.

"Auditions the 27th through 30th," I read aloud, "All Equity members welcome. All parts open and all talents are up for debate."

I looked at her. "You should so go for this!" I said

She looked at me from her seat on the floor.

"You think?" She asked, then got a look in her eye,

"You know, technically you still belong to Equity,"

O god. Please tell me you did not say that in front of Roger. Please, PLEASE tell me she did not say that in front of Roger!!!

Apparently, she saw the look in my eye.

"O come on Mark! How cool would it be to be in a show together again? I know it's been a while, but for God's sake it's friggin GODSPELL! You love Steven Schwartz!"

I made a face. Roger laughed.

"Les," I whined.

"Mark," she whined back, " Come on!"

"Yeah, come on Mark!" Angel whined, leaning over my shoulder. Then everybody started. Ug I hate these people!

"I'm not going for this alone Mark." She said flatly.

I groaned.

"If I do it, will you shut up?"

"YES." Everybody said, cracking up.

Les threw her arms around me and gave me a big hug.

"This is going to be so much fun!" she squealed.

I groaned.