A/N: Okay, I forgot to include in the beginning of the story that Shelby doesn't have Beth in this story. Sorry for the confusion, and long break before this chapter got up.

The next morning, I woke up and the other side of the bed was cold. I held onto the thin silk sheet that hid my bare body. As I sat up, I looked around the room to see if Derek was in here. He wasn't. I sat up and combed my fingers through my wavy hair and grabbed the ponytail from the bedside table. I gathered my discarded clothing from the side of Derek's bed, and got dressed quickly. I crossed the room over to the full body mirror that resided next to his bathroom door and tried to make myself look semi-presentable, which was near impossible since I had nothing to work with. I went into Derek's bathroom and got a piece of toilet paper and got it wet. I used the makeshift wipe to get the mascara off from underneath my eyes.

"This is the best it's going to get." I told myself throwing the wipe into the trashcan and walking out of the room and to the steps.

Derek was sitting over on his couch flipping through the channels, settling on Patti LuPone's PBS special. I smiled to myself, now shifting my attention to Patti and not observing Derek.

"I always thought she sang 'As Long as He Needs Me' the best." I said walking down the steps

"Me too, until I heard Jodie Prenger's version, the West End revival." He stood up and headed into the kitchen pouring me a cup of coffee and refilling his own.

"Jodie was great, but Kerry was better."

"Kerry Ellis?" He laughed. Derek looked up at me and handed me the mug. "You've got to be joking."

"I love her. Have you heard her 'Don't Cry For Me Argentina' I think that it's as good if not slightly better then Patti LuPone's."

"I haven't heard it." He confessed. "But there is no way it's better then Patti's," he hesitated, "Or Elena's."

"Elena Roger? She's my favorite Eva. I don't know how she didn't get even a TONY nomination for her performance as Eva."

"She wouldn't have won it any way; she would've been in a category with Audra McDonald." He said leading me into his living room and sitting on the couch.

"Yeah true."

"You should be nominated for TONY around this time next year,"

"Wait, are you saying that…"

"Yes, I am saying that you got the part."

"Oh my god!" I smiled, celebrating my win only to panic over the avoiding of my daughter's name in all this. "Wait, what about Rachel?"

"We have one more audition scheduled for Marilyn, but we're almost positive that Rachel is what we wanted." Derek assured me. "Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?"

"Derek I would love to," I smiled, but then I remembered the plans I had made for tonight for Rachel and I. "but I can't. I got Rachel and I tickets for Anything Goes tonight. She's been dying to see it since the cast change. Tomorrow night good?" I asked, trying to reschedule.

"Yeah, that's fine. You two are super close, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I've been trying to makeup for the 16 years that I wasn't there." I put the coffee mug in the sink. I slipped on my heels.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

"Alright, bye." I smiled, and he kissed me. I grabbed my purse and jacket and walked out of his apartment.

In the cab I looked through my phone. I had 3 missed calls from Rachel and numerous text messages.

'You didn't answer my call…. –rach'

'Can you bring by Starbucks? Double Chocolate chip frap nonfat light whip (;.. Love you – rach'

'Ooh… I'm at your place by the way- rach' I shook my head and smiled after reading these.

"Only Rachel." I whispered to myself. I had the cab driver pull over by Starbucks. I paid him and went inside. When I stood in line I saw the redhead the guy that she'd been with from Rachel and my audition's yesterday. Since we never really spoke, I decided against saying anything to them since it would be awkward and I got to the back of the line. It took about ten minutes, but I was finally up to the front.

"What can I make for you?" The overly peppy barista greeted. I wondered how some people could do that, be so peppy at 8:00 in the morning. Rachel is like that; she certainly doesn't get that from me.

"Two double chocolate Chip frappachinoes, both nonfat and light whip, and two warmed up morning buns."

"Name please?"

"Shelby." I said, reaching for my wallet from inside my purse. I handed her my Starbucks gift card and waited to retrieve it before heading over to the counter to wait for our order.

"Shelby?" I heard from behind me. I turned and smiled at the redhead and the guy.

"Hi." I walked over to their table still half listening for my order to be called.

"We never really got to introduce ourselves yesterday, I'm Julia I'm the lyricist/writer for Bombshell, and this is-"

"Tom, I'm her writing partner." He cut off obviously annoyed that she insisted on introducing him while he was perfectly capable of doing it himself.

"Hi,"

"Have you heard whether or not you got the part? I wish we could be working on 9 to 5 too." Julia smiled.

"I don't think I could tolerate Derek for two projects in one year." Tom spoke up looking over at Julia.

"What's wrong with Derek?" I asked, regretting it as soon as the words escaped my mouth. "I'm sorry, that's none of my business. I've been told I'm too nosey." I crossed my arms.

"Oh, no it's no problem. Derek's just…." Julia hesitated, trying to think of how to describe Derek, but before she got a chance to continue Tom cut her off.

"Rude, inconsiderate, homophobic, uncivil, crude need I go on?" He paused. "Has he said anything about your audition?"

"He told me this morning that I got the part." I left out the part about Rachel, not being sure how it would look if I already knew.

"I'm pretty sure that we'll be casting Rachel as well." Julia added, which reassured me that Derek was being honest about that and not just telling me that to keep me around.

"Good." I smiled. "She's so in love with the book and the music."

"Aw, thank you."

"Shelby!" Another barista announced looking around the room for me.

"I gotta go. I guess I'll see you guys later." I smiled and turned to get my order. I grabbed it and turned around. "Bye,"

"Bye Shelby," the pair said almost simultaneously.

I walked up the steps to my apartment. I hadn't even opened the door fully before I heard:

"Mom did you get the-"

"Starbucks? Yes. I did." I said before Rachel could finish her sentence.

"I forgot to ask you to get-"

"Morning buns? Got them." I did it again.

"How did you know that I wanted one?" She asked confused.

"I'm your mother, I know everything." I smiled over at her, handing her the frapachino and the morning bun. She looked at me doubtingly. "And your order never changes." I smiled.

"That's what I thought." She said as I took a seat next to her on my bed. "So," she paused taking a bite. "how did it go last night."

"Um," I had to think about where to start. "Okay, so nothing other then me telling him about us and some light making out before this, but do you remember that blonde from the auditions yesterday?"

"The really pretty one?"

"Yeah, so she shows up at Derek's place last night, apparently they had a thing."

"and…?" Rachel asked.

"And then she called me a whore. I got pissed, but instead of saying anything to either of them about it, I just enjoyed the fact that I'm the one he's sleeping with and not that bitch."

"What else?"

"Well, I'm not going into any details with you, you can imagine the night on your own." I paused. "Well actually, do us both a favor and don't, but this morning he told me that I got the part, and unless a young Patti LuPone or Barbra Streisand shows up you have the part too." I smiled, but Rachel looked slightly upset.

"Do you think that the only reason he's giving me the part is because you're sleeping with him?" Rachel asked concerned.

"No, you were amazing yesterday. If anything it's the reason I got the part." I got up and went to my purse.

"Okay."

"And you didn't have plans tonight did you?" I asked. It probably would have been a good idea to check this before I got the tickets.

"No, why would I?" Rachel shrugged, finishing off her pastry.

"Good, because I scored two tickets to Anything Goes tonight." Rachel's face lit up.

"Okay, you just ruined a perfectly good moment by trying to talk cool, but OH MY GOD! I'm so excited. I can't wait to see Stephanie J Block!"

"Umm… Colin Donnell… He's like my favorite."

"I thought Ricky Martin was your favorite mom." She laughed.

"We are not getting into this again." I basically had to bite my tongue to hold it in.

"Are you sure you wouldn't like to add anything?" She asked giggling

"Nope…Except for the fact that it's ridiculous that he gets all the publicity for it. I mean really! Elena Roger is the star of the show. And the TONYS? What the hell was that! Why didn't they do something like "Don't cry for Me Argentina" or "You Must Love Me" or even "Waltz for Eva and Che" anything that wouldn't put Ricky Martin at the center of attention because he isn't the main character!"

"Geez, down girl." Rachel said laughing. "I'd be pretty horrified to be performing anything from Evita in front of Patti LuPone and Mandy Patinkin. That's like singing "Maybe this Time" in front of Liza Minnelli or "Don't Rain on My Parade" in front of Barbra." I shook my head, laughing at her exasperation and enthusiasm on the topic. Then again I can't really say anything after the rant I just had over Ricky Martin.

"I'm getting in the shower." I smiled.

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