Y'Know black is this years pink!
Glinda hadn't spent much time away from the hut lately. Any time that was she spent in Summerfell with Sansa or at the Stage in rehearsals. Quick visits to the compound, but Elphie had been unwell, and when she was feeling better physically, it was other things that Glinda had to worrificate over.
Today Glinda had gone early to the stage after a shower and a quick lunch. Her basket was filled with half finished costumes, hoping to fit a few people today so they could move on. She dug through looking for Nessa's skirt, when she saw a flash of pink. Not the pale colour she'd found in the box here, but a true brilliant pink. Bright. Positively fluorescent. Her breath caught as she pulled the dress out, a small flower clip tumbling to the ground.
"Oh Ozma," Her dress. The one she'd worn that first night with Fiyero to the OzDust ballroom. The night she'd played the joke on Elphie, but oh, look how it had turned out.
Now, just pretend you didn't see that. My granny is always giving me the most hideodeous hats. I'd give it away, but I don't hate anyone that much.
It was hard enough having to hear those words most days on the stage but now she sank down to her knees, the dress pulled tight to her body. Had she really been that uncaring? That awful of a person?
I got what I wanted.
Then what's the matter?
Nothing...
Good. Let's Dance
Fiyero had pulled her off and she'd gone, danced, enjoyed herself, tried to forget that while she'd been cruel, Elphie had been kind. Of course. She hadn't realised it was a joke had she? Not until she'd arrived and everyone had laughed.
Well I'll say this, she doesn't give a twig about what anyone else thinks.
Of course does, she just pretends not to... I feel awful...
Why? It's not like it's your fault.
But it had been her fault. All of it. Maybe this was too, she never should have set up Boq and Nessa, she shouldn't have given Elphie the hat, she shouldn't have interfered with them once she'd arrived here.
"Oh Elphie. It wasn't you. It was me. It's my fault Nessa's dead."
[[One very upset Good Witch on the stage clutching a ballgown to her chest. It's never a bad time to meet her. Honest. ST & LT VERY welcome. The Italics are her remembering things from the musical]]
Today Glinda had gone early to the stage after a shower and a quick lunch. Her basket was filled with half finished costumes, hoping to fit a few people today so they could move on. She dug through looking for Nessa's skirt, when she saw a flash of pink. Not the pale colour she'd found in the box here, but a true brilliant pink. Bright. Positively fluorescent. Her breath caught as she pulled the dress out, a small flower clip tumbling to the ground.
"Oh Ozma," Her dress. The one she'd worn that first night with Fiyero to the OzDust ballroom. The night she'd played the joke on Elphie, but oh, look how it had turned out.
Now, just pretend you didn't see that. My granny is always giving me the most hideodeous hats. I'd give it away, but I don't hate anyone that much.
It was hard enough having to hear those words most days on the stage but now she sank down to her knees, the dress pulled tight to her body. Had she really been that uncaring? That awful of a person?
I got what I wanted.
Then what's the matter?
Nothing...
Good. Let's Dance
Fiyero had pulled her off and she'd gone, danced, enjoyed herself, tried to forget that while she'd been cruel, Elphie had been kind. Of course. She hadn't realised it was a joke had she? Not until she'd arrived and everyone had laughed.
Well I'll say this, she doesn't give a twig about what anyone else thinks.
Of course does, she just pretends not to... I feel awful...
Why? It's not like it's your fault.
But it had been her fault. All of it. Maybe this was too, she never should have set up Boq and Nessa, she shouldn't have given Elphie the hat, she shouldn't have interfered with them once she'd arrived here.
"Oh Elphie. It wasn't you. It was me. It's my fault Nessa's dead."
[[One very upset Good Witch on the stage clutching a ballgown to her chest. It's never a bad time to meet her. Honest. ST & LT VERY welcome. The Italics are her remembering things from the musical]]