Hi everyone! I've had this one written for a while, and I decided to finally post it. Happy Wicked Day!
Disclaimer: I do not own Wicked. Plain and simple
They call me "good".
But what does "good" really mean? Is it the glamour, the glitter, and making everyone like you, thus making them think you're "good"?
Or are the truly good deeds - like saving animals from danger and oppression, doing what you think is right, doing the best you can to make a difference… are they what good are? Or are they the definition of wickedness?
Every citizen of Oz is worshipful of me - they cheer, smile, and wave as I float down in my bubble or step onto the stage… because I'm "good".
At least… they call me "good".
But is it better to be "wicked"?
That "wicked" woman - the one all of Oz will be truly, deeply loathing for forever - accomplished more than I could ever possibly hope to do. She will never be a hero to Oz. She will never get the prize and acceptance she deserves. She will never be recognized for the wonderful things she's done - she's forever labeled "wicked". The Wicked Witch of the West.
They call me "good" instead.
But as I fake a smile, celebrating even though I'd rather be alone somewhere, mourning my best friend's liquidification, I can't help but think…
She was the truly good one.
Which leaves me to be wicked.
I know it's short. Review anyway.
Oooo! And I'm going to be Elphaba for Halloween tomorrow! Yaaaaaay! :D :D
EDIT (10/31/2010): Okay, so I read a review from my UB Bagelba, and she said she liked the last line I had before better. I reread it, and I did, too... so I changed it. :)