Well, now that you're all back from your therapy, I think it's time for the often demanded second chapter. And well… there will be more show tunes. Hehe. So sit down, chillax, and have a good time.

"Head's going to hurt in the morning," Toph babbled as they dragged Aang into the apartment and laid him out on the couch.

"So is yours," Katara responded. "You're piss drunk."

"I'm not piss drunk," Toph protested, collapsing into a chair. "He's piss drunk." Toph hummed to herself and broke out into song again. "You buy my tortilla?? You like me? Yes? No? Maybe? Yeucke!"

"Toph, shhh."

"When you're a skinny child of fourteen, wired with braces from ear to ear, you doubt that you could ever be appealing."

"Toph, you're gonna piss off the neighbors again," Katara warned.

"Grey skies are gonna clear up, put on a happy face!" Toph persisted.

Zuko looked at Katara and grinned. "Duct tape?" he asked.

Katara grinned with an evil eagerness. "Duct tape," she agreed.

And then there was sweet silence.

"Good night, Toph."

"Mmph mur meemim moff ma mimerik, mo mit mm mine."

The next day…

"Toph, wake up."

Toph tried to open her mouth to tell whoever it was that was shaking her shoulder to go away and not talk so loudly, but she found herself wholly incapable. Her eyes snapped open. Iroh was staring down at her.

"Did you get drunk and start singing show tunes again?" he asked. She glared in response, but he ignored the dirty look. "We really should stop you from drinking so much." He paused a moment. "And stop taking you to musicals," he added.

"Mmph!!!" Toph insisted, waving her arms about in a quite frantic manner.

"Huh? Oh, right!" Rip.

"Ow!" Toph rubbed her mouth gingerly. "I keep forgetting vodka gets me drunk faster."

Katara walked out of the kitchen, laughing, having heard the entire, somewhat one-sided conversation.

"You should remind me!" Toph declared, whirling around to point an accusing finger at Katara. "You're the responsible one."

"I am and I did."

"I don't remember," Toph responded huffily.

"You were too busy having a contest with Aang and Sokka."

"Oh right, Aang's back!" Toph said, forgetting her foul mood and remembering the source of their drunken celebration. "Where is he?"

"Bathroom."

An hour or two later…

Aang beat his fist wildly against the closet door in utter futility. "Barely a day and already she's locking me in closets again," he muttered darkly. "Oy! Let me out!"

His shouts were met by hysterical giggles. "Zuko and Katara are out," Toph said.

"Iroh?"

"The cemetery," Toph said softly. "Lu Ten."

"Oh. Toph, let me out."

Toph perked up again. "Say 'please.'"

"Please."

"Say 'pretty please.'"

"Come on, Toph! Let me out of here!" Aang resumed his vicious assault on the door.

Toph smiled and opened the door. Aang swiftly fell out and landed awkwardly on top of her. He blushed a tad. "Oh, uh, thanks." Aang leaned closer and laid a soft kiss on Toph's lips.

"That's why I lock you in closets," Toph said.

"Hmm… I see," Aang said, getting up.

"What are you doing?"

"Guess."

"I don't know."

"You're no fun."

"I'm no fun? I sing show tunes when I'm wasted! Of course I'm fun!"

"Nope, you aren't fun at all," Aang taunted, continuing onward towards the kitchen.

"Hmph," Toph concluded. She followed him.

Aang stopped at the counter. "So you aren't going to guess?"

"No."

"Fine." Aang took two sturdy bits of paper from his pocket and pressed them into Toph's hands. "Guess what these are?"

Toph felt the smooth yet rigid bits of paper. They were rectangular. She had held things like this before and knew instantly what they must be. "They're tickets to something," she announced.

"I'm taking you to see 'Fiddler On the Roof.'"

Toph "squeed" with delight and threw her arms around Aang. "Yay! A vaster repertoire."

At the Magicians' Theater…

"Zuko, my man," the somewhat greasy but still the best theater agent said. "Come in, come in. Ah, you brought Katara too? Fantastic, Fantastic." He ushered the two of them into his office. Zuko and Katara sat down casually in the provided comfortable chairs.

"What's the news that couldn't wait till tonight, Duprau?" Zuko asked, wanting to get to the point.

"Yes, the news, well, it's fantastic, you remember Claudio? Yeah the "not-so-good" magician that goes on after you? We can fire him now."

"Oh, you got a replacement?"

"Yeah, a new kid, he's fantastic, of course never as fantastic as you, Zuko, but he's good, worthy of following you."

"Who is he?"

"Name's Jet."

Katara instantly stiffened. She knew Jet. They both knew Jet. They didn't get along, and that was putting it lightly. Jet and Zuko had been rivals in magician school both to be the best and for Katara's affections. Jet couldn't let go.

Duprau noticed their reactions. "What is it?"

"We know him," Katara answered. "We don't get along."

Duprau sighed. "He's got a contract already," he said softly. "I can't get rid of him for you. I'll keep him out of your way. I promise."

Zuko nodded. This was his best gig; he couldn't give it up just because of Jet. "It'll have to do," he said. "I'll see you tonight."

In Jet's evil lair (a.k.a. his tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny, dressing room; I mean, seriously dude, it's tiny)…

Jet rubbed his fingers together in anticipation. He'd worked his ass off in the last year to get here, but he was here. He was finally close enough to Zuko. He would prove he was the best. He would become the headliner and he would have Katara. It would all work out. After all, he deserved it. He pressed up against the wall as he opened the door to his dressing room. How foolish to not only have such a tiny room, but also have the door swing in! He would get better! He deserved better! He would get everything he ever wanted. Jet squeezed out of the room and laughed to himself a little. All in good time.

As he left he caught a glimpse of blue and red figures heading down the hall to the exit. If he wasn't mistaken, and he highly doubted that he was, it was Zuko and Katara. He smirked. In his earlier days he might have chased after then, determined to show up Zuko and win over Katara, but he'd learned now. He'd learned that it took patience to get the things he wanted. And he would need a great deal of patience to get the things he wanted most of all.

Well, that's it for now. I just had to make Jet a magician too. It was too good. Oh and I picked Fiddler On the Roof, because that's another musical that I happen to know the songs to. Oh and I used Bye Bye Birdie songs again. Hmmm… I don't know many musicals, which could be a problem. Oh well, if you want you can request a musical and I'll look up lyrics if you'd like. Anyway, hope the second chapter lived up to the first and do tell me how your second therapy session goes. Ta!