A/N: Just to let you guys know, this entire chapter is a flashback, Matt's basically explaining to the Starkids what happened while we're reading it.

Chapter Two

I can't go to Pigfarts. It's on Mars. - Draco, AVPM

"Yo, Nick!" Matt yelled. "Gonna check the Starkid YouTube page, alright?"

He heard the faint sounds of Nick yelling from his room. I'll take that as a yes, Matt thought, rolling his eyes. Matt went on the Internet, and immediately logged onYouTube. Even if he wasn't posting anything, it was fun to just check in once ina while. He checked the videos to make sure there was nothing that could get sued. (There was nothing, as usual. Well, besides AVPM and AVPS. But you all know that story.) He played around with the background a bit. He watched cover videos of Starkid songs and made mental notes about each of the fans who had sung their songs. And he also checked the comments section. He usually didn't reply to them, but there was one comment that made Matt stop dead in his tracks. He blinked, trying to make sure he was reading the right thing. Oh my dead god! he thought excitedly.

The comment read: Hello. My name is Tom Ferguson, and I'm a producer for various Broadway shows. One of my friends has always been recommending your shows for a good laugh and a way to get my mind off, thank my wife for stressing me out so much that I started watching all your plays, and must I say that they are incredible! I think that you have a shot at stardom with STARSHIP and maybe even Broadway. PM me if you are interested. I'll give you my email address and phone number once you PM me back. -TommyFergie

Matt had to laugh at the guy's YouTube account name. Then he really sunk in the message that he had just read. Starkids on Broadway? Starkids on Broadway!

"NICK!" Matt screamed for his brother.

"What, Matty-Matt?" Nick joked as he walked into the room casually, holding a cup of coffee.

"Alright, number one, coffee at midnight? And number two, READ THIS!"

Matt pointed to the screen. Nick scanned the screen, mouthing each word as he read the comment.

"Matt, do you know what this means?" Nick gasped.

"Of course I know! Our dreams are coming true!"

They cheered around the computer.

"Uh huh, what now Trey Parker and Matt Stone? Make way for the new kings of Broadway!" Matt and Nick did crazy victory dances in celebration.

"Well, we gotta tell the other Starshippers!" Nick said.

"Hey, Nick, that's a cool nickname for the Tup shippers...maybe we should start calling them that!" Matt said thoughtfully.

"And we'll have even more Starshippers once Starship hits Broadway!" Nick smiled.

"Alright, you call the Starkids, I'll PM this guy and get his info, you know, figure out if he's legit."

"Oh crap, Matt, what if he isn't and we get the Starkids' hopes up for nothing? They'll hate us like Rumbleroar hates noise!"

"Just tell them, Nick!"

"Okay, okay..."

And so Nick left Matt alone to chat with a stranger.

"Darren, can't you escape from the wrath of the damn G.L.E.E.?" Nick pleaded over the phone.

"I'll try," Darren grumbled. "But this whole idea of a second Glee concert is totally bizarre. I'm really going to kill Ryan Murphy."

"Please do. Then you can come back to Starkid!"

"Oh, Nick."

"Oh, Darren." Nick rolled his eyes. "So will you?"

"What?"

"Come to the Starship rehearsal room!"

Nick could hear his friend sigh.

"Alright, I'll make a quick stop before we head to- hey wait, aren't we supposed to be in Chicago tomorrow anyway?"

"I hope you are..."

"Yeah, hold on...lemme just call Riker to check...putting you on hold, okay?"

Darren put Nick on hold. While Nick waited, he sat down, got back up, sat down again,and started tapping his feet in time to music playing in his head. "Look at me,I'm the king of New York," he sang drowsily, nodding his head. He checked the time. 1:15 AM. "Suddenly, I'm respectable, staring right atcha, lousy with stature...Nobbing with all the muckety mucks, I'm blowing my dough and goin' deluxe..."

"NICK!"

Nick toppled over onto his bed and picked up his phone again.

"I'm here," he yelped.

"Cool, we're just checking into the hotel and setting up for the show! So it's cool, I'll come over. But why am I coming?"

"I already told you, I'll tell you when you get there."

"God I hate you."

"Ah, sticks and stones, Kate Monster."

"You weirdo," Darren laughed. "Wait, were you just singing 'King of New York?'"

"Yeah," Nick admitted. "You know, you could always start up your YouTube channel again and cover 'Santa Fe' to get the fangirls going..."

"I've heard enough fangirls this tour, don't you worry about my needs."

Darren yawned. "'Night, Nick. See you tomorrow."

"See ya." They hung up.

Nick sighed. Five Starkids down, only a few more to go. He was thankful that Starship had a fairly small cast compared to, say, AVPM and MAMD. If either one of those shows were offered the promotion, and Matt was in charge of contacting this Tommy Ferguson guy, Nick thought that he might die from all the talking. He had already gotten Joe Moses, Julia, Meredith, Jaime, and now Darren. He was subconsciously putting off Brant and Denise until the very last, if only to find a way for the two to get back to Starkid. The last time they had seen the two in person had been AVPSY at LeakyCon last summer. Nick looked over the list of people he had to call. Dylan, Lauren, Joey, Joe Walker, Jim, Brant and Denise. All right. Maybe more than a few. I'm ready to go, Nick thought, unconsciously referencing MAMD.

Meanwhile, Matt was emailing Tom Ferguson. Turned out the guy had actual credentials, and he seemed legit. Gave Matt (and to a lesser extent, the Starkids) an offer. Had a whole marketing team on board. Seemed to be just as excited as Matt was about this. Was nice and down-to-earth. All in all...seemed totally awesome.

"So we're set for the spring?" he typed.

Matt sent the email to Tom.

"I'll try to find a theater and get it absolutely confirmed," Tom replied. "But you'll definitely get your show on Broadway, I can guarantee it. I also think that another trial off-Broadway in the fall will help you get back in the groove of Starship. I wouldn't want you guys started completely cold."

"You bet," Matt replied, "can't wait."

And with that, Matt pumped his fists in the air victoriously.

Meanwhile, Nick was having problems with Lauren, who seemed to relish in his misery.

"Lo, I love you, but can you stop messing with me?" he pleaded.

"What do you mean, messing? I'm just doing what comes naturally!"

"If you mean annoying me, you're succeeding in ways you will never understand!" Nick yelled into the phone.

"Yo, Nick, calm down, will you?" A familiar voice rang from the phone.

"Wait...Denise?"

Nick could imagine her smile, grinning as she held Lauren back from the phone.

"Yup, it's me! Hey...wouldn't Yup be a very interesting pairing name?"

"Haha, it would! Up with some girl named Yay or something...hmm, Yay should be a cheerleader...anyway...what are you doing at Lo's? I haven't seen you in forever!"

"Hanging out with the girls. I'm back in town for a bit. Watching Bambi, just finished The Lion King, Beauty And The Beast, and Toy Story."

"Having a cry-fest, I see."

"Yep, Meredith and Jaime are bawling right now."

Nick could faintly hear Jaime yell, "Shut up!"

"Did Bambi's mom just die?"

"...yeah."

"Anyways, I was TRYING to tell Lauren to come to the Starship rehearsal room tomorrow at around 3 in the afternoon. I was going to call you, too. Are you in touch with Brant?"

"Well, I follow him on Twitter and we hang out every once in a while, want me to tell him? And of course I'll come!"

"Sure, I told Joe to do it, you can tell him too to remind him."

"Sure, Brant'll love that. Which Joe?"

"Walker."

"Ah, I see. See you, Nick!"

"See ya!"

Nick hung up on Denise. He made a mental list of each person. Dylan...a barrage of curse words and a "HELL YEAH" when Nick asked him about coming. He seemed kind of drunk...ahem. Joey...giddy excitement. Jim...a deep voice. Joe Walker...yelling and randomness. Nick sighed and laughed at the same time. My crazy friends, he thought, shaking his head.

"Oh, MAAAAAAAATT," Nick singsonged as he marched into the living room. "You won't believe this, but I finished first!"

"I finished an hour ago," Matt snickered smugly.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah."

They both yawned.

"What time is it?"

"Summertime."

"Shut up, Nick."

"2:35 AM."

"We should probably go to sleep."

"Yes, yes we should."

"Good night."

"Good night."