WICKED INTERVIEW—INTERVIEW THE WICKED CAST
Author's POV
Glinda looked around and asked, "Where am I?" Elphaba walked in and said, "I could ask you the same thing." Glinda spun around, stared at Elphaba, and then shrieked, "!" Elphaba backed away and muttered, "Oh no," before getting tackled by her best friend. Fiyero entered and Boq arrived, followed by Dorothy, Madame Morrible, the Wizard, and of course, Nessa. Nessa lunged at Dorothy, shrieking, "Give me back my shoes!"
Then I showed up. "Okay, Glinda, let Elphaba go. And, Dorothy, return Nessa's shoes to her." While Glinda pouted, Dorothy gave Nessa her shoes back, and I said, "Alright, everyone sit down. Wait, where the chairs? Hold on. I guess I forgot to write them in..." Elphaba cocked her head and said, "What's the weird laughing about?" Glinda grabbed Elphaba's arm, and I said, "Glinda, let go of Elphaba or I'll throw both of you out the window." They looked at me and Fiyero, glaring at me, said, "You'll have to get through me." I rolled my eyes and said, "Oh, relax, they'll come right back—possibly shrieking like little girls—but they'll be fine." I muttered, "Giant trampoline outside the window." Elphaba glared at me and said, "I do NOT shriek like a little girl." "Wanna find out if that's actually true?" I asked. "Bring it on," she snapped back. I shoved her out the window—the one with the giant trampoline outside it—and when she bounced on the trampoline, she was shrieking like a little girl. Nessa started laughing and Elphaba glared at her younger sister. "No violence is allowed. Unless it occurs upstairs—and no one is killed." I said quickly.
Then, I finally got the chairs written in, and I said, "Everyone shut up!" Elphaba was still trying to get away from Glinda. Everyone stared at me and said, "I am your host for this interview—forum thing—and I am Madison Tiffany-Crystal Ride—call me Tiffany. Shut up, F—Nick." "Fnick?" Glinda raised her eyebrows and Elphaba and Nessa both looked at me when I'd grown a second head. "Long story, and the weird laughing was him upstairs, being an idiot," I muttered. "You were meant to," I called cheerfully up the stairs. "Anyway, back to who's sitting where." "Fiyero!" Elphaba snapped, hitting him. "Not going to ask," I muttered. "As I was saying, Elphaba, you get the big, comfy chair in the middle, Glinda gets the chair to your left and Fiyero gets the chair to your right. Boq, yes, you get to sit next to Glinda, on the left and Nessa, you're on Boq's right, left, I mean left. Dorothy, you, the Wizard, and Madame Morrible are all on Fiyero's right. Toto, where's the dog bed? I know I had a dog bed somewhere. Cue dog bed. Not that one. The little one—the one that Total never uses. Nick—do not make me come up there—I will hurt you!" Finally, I got the dog bed and I put it down at Dorothy's feet—"For your dog," I said simply.
"Why are we here?" Elphaba asked. "To answer questions sent to me by your fans..." "We have fans?" Elphaba asked. "Yes, Elphaba." I said immediately. Glinda grinned eagerly and said, "We have fans." "Do we have crazy fans or normal fans?" Fiyero asked. I shrugged and said, "Probably both." "Gre-ate." Elphaba muttered. Elphaba glared at her best friend, who was now squeezing Elphaba's arm off.
The Wizard glared at me and said, "Why does Elphaba get the comfy chair?" "Because, a) she's not wicked, b) she was trying to save Oz, and c) SHE DIDN'T TRY TO ARRANGE HER OWN DAUGHTER'S DEATH!" I was half-shrieking at the Wizard at the end of my sentence. The others stared at me, and I said, "We'll be back later, after we get some questions for everyone." The Wizard glared at me and said, "Geez, I feel guilty enough. Don't remind me of what I did to my own child."
