This was inspired by an advert for butter. I think it was Flora's.
Disclaimer. I do not own Wicked or the butter advert.
Fiyero looked around the room making sure no-one was there. Quietly closing the door, he ticked of his mental checklist. No-one around? Check. Music up low enough so that no-one outside the room could hear it? Check. Time to boogie!
Fiyero soon got lost in the music. A bit of moon walking, belly dancing, thunder clap, and so on. Ha. He had NOT lost his touch. Picking up the nearest thing to him ( a hairbrush), he used it as a microphone and pretended to sing along. He was the handsomer, and more talented, Elvis Presley. Oh yeah.
It had been a long time since he had danced. As far as he remembered, he had last danced with his wife, Elphaba on his thirtieth birthday. Five years ago.
"Come on Fae, just one dance?" Fiyero begged his wife.
"Fine," sighed Elphaba.
They swayed to the music. "We should really do this more often."
"No."
Fiyero sighed. He hadn't danced since then.
As he spun around, he caught a glimpse of some people at the door. Oh no. No no no no no! The rest of his family, ( His daughter, Saphira, his son, Carnelian, and Wife Elphaba) were at the door. With electronic devices used to film him.
"Do not put this on YouTube," he warned.
The next day
"Dad, you've got four hundred hits already!" said Saphira.
"What? You've put it on YouTube?" spluttered Fiyero. "Elphaba!"
"No." said Elphaba in return.
"What? Why?"
"One, because it's hilarious. Two, because you should not be dancing around in a room. This is your punishment."
"Fae?" he pleaded.
"No."
"Ugh!"