A/N: Thank you guys so much for the reviews! I really appreciate it! Here's the third chapter. I hope you enjoy!

Mark quickly stepped out of the room that Joanne was sleeping in. He didn't want to get sick, or wake her. He sat down on the couch next to Maureen again, and she turned to him quickly. He noticed the almost empty wine bottle next to her.

"I got bored," she hiccuped. "What took you so long?"

Mark blushed. "I was on the phone."

"Are you kidding? You never talk on the phone," Maureen stated.

Mark shook his head. "I'm serious."

"DON'T YOU LIE TO ME!" Maureen yelled.

"Maureen, I was talking to Benny," Mark said. "I swear to God."

"YOU DON'T BELIEVE IN GOD!" She paused. "AND WHY THE FUCK WERE YOU TALKING TO BENNY? YOU HATE BENNY! I BET YOU WEREN'T REALLY ON THE PHONE!"

"I was on the phone! You can ask Joanne, she was right there!"

Maureen grew wide-eyed. "Oh oh oh! So it's Joanne! ARE YOU HAVING AN AFFAIR? WERE YOU TRYING TO SEDUCE MY GIRLFRIEND WITH YOUR CAMERA SKILLS? I WILL RELEASE THE NINJA POWER WITHIN IF YOU WERE!"

"Maureen, please, stop," he begged. "I'm not having an affair with Joanne. And besides, this can't be good for your voice when you have an audition coming up."

Oops.

She giggled wildly. "An audition? I don't have any audition! I have my protest! And I have my cow! POWER TO THE ELSIE!"

Then she fell off of the couch.

"You're drunk," Mark mumbled. He sat her back up, then got her a glass of water. "Look, I'm saying that I found you an audition. It's for a very successful show on Broadway."

Maureen's face lit up. She jumped on Mark, gave him a bone-crushing hug, then began to dance. She jumped up and down, did the monkey, then moon-walked. When she sat down again, she was beaming. "When am I going?"

"Mo, don't get mad." Maureen got a worried look on her face. "It's the morning after your protest."

Maureen snorted. "I'll do both! Yeah! I'm like super-woman! Protest, then audition! I bet Roger could write a song about that."

"What about the party at the Life Cafe?" Mark challenged. "You really think that your hangover from that is gonna wear off for a nine o'clock audition?"

Maureen's face fell for the second time that day. "Oh."

"Yeah." Mark laid a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Maybe you should think about it? This could be your Broadway debut, too. Remember that."

Maureen sighed and nodded. She sobered up a little bit. "Hey," she slurred slightly. "How'd you find the audition?"

"Um. Ad in the paper or something. Uh, I don't know, I heard about it somewhere.""Oh, alright." Maureen stood up. "You can go home, if you want. This might take a little while for me to think about. NO WISE-ASS REMARKS!"

"Um, okay, Mo. Good luck."

Right before he was about to walk out, Mark turned and said, "Honestly, I think you'll do great either way."

"Thanks, Mark." She stood up and walked over to him. "Okay, I seriously need a hug right now."

Mark bent down and gave her a warm hug. When he pulled away, he smiled. "What do you think you're gonna choose?"

"My God, I don't know." She ran her fingers through her hair nervously. "What do you think I should do?"

Mark shrugged. "What'll make you happier?"

"Being on Broadway."

"So you're going for the part?"

She thought for a minute. "But the tent city! Those people are like my family!" She was oblivious to the quizzical look that Mark was giving her. "I can't just let them be all homeless and stuff!"

Mark smiled. "That's what I was on the phone with Benny for. He asked them to move to a different place, also a vacant lot, but bigger."

Maureen raised an eyebrow. "You're kidding."

"Nope."

"Well … why didn't he tell me that?" Maureen sighed and stormed over to the phone. "BENJAMIN COFFIN THE THIRD, YOU MOTHERFU- … Oh, hi Muffy. Alison, whatever. Is Benny there? … Yeah, put him on, please. Thanks … This Benny? … I AM GOING TO TURN YOU INTO A BENNY-KABOB! YOU ASS! … You didn't even tell me about the other vacant lot! … If you had ANY BRAINS AT ALL, YOU WOULD HAVE TOLD ME! … Because then I wouldn't have had to do the protest … NO, I'M NOT STOPPING! THIS COW IS MY PASSION! … Wait just a gosh darned minute, how'd you know about the audition … SAY WHAT, NOW? … HE WHAT? … Damn! … Wait, Muffy knows who? … She can? … WHY DOES THE WORLD HATE ME SO? … Because, Benjamin, I am about to make one of the most crucial decisions of my LIFE! … That's another story … I'll call you back … No, I still hate you … Bye."

She slammed down the phone. "I have a day to decide." She turned to Mark with a distressed look on her face. "Screw wine, I need vodka."