A/N: I apologize for the shortness of this chapter.

In the next three weeks, Eponine grew closer to Simon and further away from Enjolras. She didn't intend to let their friendship slip, but she didn't have enough time to talk with him between practicing for her audition and her time with Simon. On the other hand, Enjolras appeared to be sulking and he wasn't exactly making the best effort to stay in touch with Eponine either. He did make an exception on the day of Eponine's audition because he knew it meant a lot to her, and it meant a lot to him as well.

"Hey, Ep. Today's the day isn't it?" Enjolras asked somewhat awkwardly. Their friendship had been feeling… off, and both of them noticed the change. It wasn't drastic, but Enjolras didn't like the uneasy feeling that he felt when he was around her.

"It is," Eponine said reservedly. Despite her efforts to hide it, Enjolras could hear the fear in her voice.

"I know you must be terrified, but I know you will get the part. I've always had faith in you, and I've watched you grow so much in the past few months. Even your singing improved, and I didn't think that was possible. Just go out there and do your best, and if your best isn't good enough for them, screw them."

"Thanks for the pep talk, Enjy. I needed that." Enjolras grinned to himself when Eponine called him 'Enjy.'

"Do you need me to drive you there?" Enjolras asked, but then wished he hadn't. Simon was most definitely driving her.

"No, I have a ride." She didn't even need to say who it was.

"Do you want me to come?"

"Oh, God, yes." Enjolras' grin stretched from ear to ear.

"Even if you said no, I'd still come."

"I know."

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Those eight minutes of Eponine's audition were the longest eight minutes of Eponine and Enjolras' life. Enjolras waited outside the door for Eponine (he was not-so-secretly glad that Simon had to get to his own rehearsals and couldn't stay and wait for Eponine), and he couldn't stop pacing back and forth, a nervous habit of his. He could hear Eponine's voice, muffled by the closed door, but he wished he could see her performing and the reactions of the casting directors. He knew that they would love her.

Finally, after what felt like a millennium, the heavy door swung open and out walked a red faced Eponine, her eyes bright and her smile wide.

"I did it."

"You got the part?" Enjolras asked, confusion catching him off-guard.

"No! I just meant that I got the audition over with and actually did really well. They loved me, Enjy. I-I've never felt so happy before!" she said, smiling the most authentic and blissful smile of all time. She ran forward and jumped into Enjolras' arms, and he caught her and spun her around.

"I'm so proud of you," he whispered into her ear, sending shivers down her spine. Their eyes met, their faces so close that their breaths mingled and noses almost touched. Enjolras could easily kiss her, and oh boy how he wanted to, but he knew she was dating another man and he would never take a chance like that and ruin their friendship. Instead, he just pulled her in for a brief hug and then kept her at an arm's length.

"Thanks for being here. I wish Simon could've come too; I think you and him would be good friends if you got the chance to talk."

"Yeah maybe…"

"Excuse me, I'm just gonna go call him and tell him my audition went well." Eponine gave Enjolras a quick, friendly kiss on the cheek before sprinting off down the hall leaving Enjy alone to his thoughts.

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"Eponine, if you stare at your phone any harder, it's gonna explode," Grantaire teased.

"Five days. It's been five days and nothing. Nada. Zilch. Zero. Forget ab-"

"Okay, I get it, they haven't called you. I'm sure they… They probably… Eh, just stop worrying about it, 'kay?" Courfeyrac asked, effectively cutting Eponine off.

"I bet they will call any minute now," Prouvaire assured.

"You don't know that!" Eponine screamed hysterically.

"God, woman. They can't give away Broadway roles to mentally unstable people," Grantaire teased.

"What?! You're crazy. I am not mentally unstable. It's not like I've had 10 cups of coffee today or anything. Stop it! I'm totally fine. I can still get the part! And if I don't, it's not the end of the world, right? Right? RIGHT?!"

"Of course it isn't the end of the world sweetie," Prouvaire placated.

"You can try out again for Elphaba later if you don't get it this time. There are other roles out there, too, if you don't get this one."

"Oh, so you don't think I'll get the part, do you Courf? I know exactly where you live so-"

"Okay, Eponine, let's just calm down," Enjolras said approaching his friends, gently taking the plastic knife out of Eponine's hand. "Repeat after me: knives are for cutting food not our friends."

"I was not going to injure anyone, gosh," Eponine scoffed.

"Well I wouldn't be so-"

Enjolras was cut off midsentence by a loud noise.

"Is that the TARDIS? Has the Doctor come for me?" Grantaire asked excitedly upon hearing the TARDIS swooshing noise.

"No you idiot it's my ph… It's my… IT'S MY FREAKING PHONE!" Eponine screamed grabbing her phone. "Hello?"

"Hello, is this Eponine Thenardier?"

"Yes…"

"Congratulations, Elphaba. This is Charlotte Smith, the casting director of Wicked."

A/N: Yay Eppy got the part! Sorry I have been MIA for so long! My internet and computer broke and it was the most frustrating thing ever. I'm back now!