A/N: Just got back from a long vacation! Hope I wasn't missed too much! Well, folks, it's time to finally close this chapter of Wade's life. But don't you cry, she and Marc and Austin, in a surprise twist, will be back for another one in the near future! I really want to thank The-Strongest-Will-Survive, my first fan. Thank you for everything!

[Setting: Shubert Theater, a few weeks later…]

Wade grabbed Marc's hand, squeezing it tightly. "Well, it's opening night." She smiled sadly. "We made it."

"Break a leg, Wade." He smiled warmly.

"You too, Marc."

"Wade, could you please look out for someone for me after the show?" Roger walked up to her, Blaine behind him.

"Um, sure."

"I've invited Glimmer Stareagles so I can finally talk to her." Something in his voice made her freeze. "I have a sneaking suspicion of who she really is."

As they walked away, she faced Marc in horror. "Do you think he knows?" She questioned.

"He can't." He reassured her.

[Setting: Backstage, after the show…]

"I can't believe it!" Wade grinned. "That was such an amazing show!" She paused. "Wait…Glimmer!"

"Right!" Marc quickly grabbed the flashiest tuxedo he could find.

She threw on a short, sparkly red dress with a matching feathered headband to accessorize, grabbed Marc's arm, and headed out with him to face her brother.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Monsieur Director." Wade threw on her haughtiest voice.

"I know, Wade." Roger replied.

She froze, took the feathered headband off, and handed it to him. "How did you figure it out?"

"You're still wearing your worn-out shoes from the performance. I know because you wore those when we were children. Also, the Glimmer you made yourself be would never wear those. Why did you do this?"

"Well…I just wanted to feel like somebody else so I could get attention. I mean, let's face it, you were always the talented one and I—"

"Look…" He stopped her. "I may have been the more talented and more famous one, but you've got talent and potential. I don't think that you need to be someone else to be happy, but that's just my own opinion."

A smile crept onto her face. "Thank you. Now there's something I need to do." She rushed over to where Max, Leo, and Ulla were talking. "Um, Max?"

"Yeah?" He turned around.

"Do you maybe want to go to Sardi's or something on a date sometime?"

"Awww!" Ulla squealed. They all turned around to stare at her. She zipped her lips with an imaginary zipper.

"Um, sure." He shrugged.

"Congratulations, by the way." She nodded at him and Leo. "Oh, and also, I'm Glimmer Stareagles."

She turned around before she could see Max's expression of confusion and shock. Marc hurried over to her.

"Marc!" She grinned, hugging him. "Okay, so now everyone knows that I'm Glimmer. Think the jig is up, Elliot?"

"Unfortunately." He couldn't help smiling. "And, um, I know this may come as a great shocker to you, but…I think I'm going to take some courage and ask this guy out."

Her face fell. "Look, Marc, you and I both know you don't have a chance with Carmen."

"No, not him, someone else."

"Who?"

"I'll tell you later. By the way, you should take some initiative and ask out Max. If I can do it, you can—"

"Already do it?"

He smirked at her. "Wade DeBris, you dog, you."

"I know, I know." She linked arms with him. "We're going to face this big old city together."

"If I don't kill you first." He joked.

"Hey, if anyone's dying, it's you!"

"Yeah, right!"

"No, I'm serious!"

He sighed. "I love you, Wade. But not in that way, of course."

"The same way for you too, Marc." Wade grinned, hugging him. She was going to be a star. And now, nothing or no one would ever stand in her way.

A/N II: Not the best ending, but it's not the real ending. And come on, he had to find out sometime! They'll be back, I promise! But for now, adieu!