A/N: My brain thought of this while waiting in line at my dance recital for the trophy award and such.
Disclaimer: I don't own Wicked. And my friend Auriana helped me out a bit with this fic.
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"Daddy," said little Nessarose who had just turned three, "When I grow up I want to be a dancer."
"Oh, sweetie, I wish you could, but…" Frex paused. His little girl was looking at him with big, innocent eyes. He couldn't completely break her heart."Maybe when you get older you might want to change your mind.
She realized not too long afterwards that she would never be able to be a dancer because of her awful wheelchair. When she went to the dance with Boq (and had the most wonderful night of her life) it brought back memories of that.
But she had changed her mind now about her career (obviously). Personally she loved drawing and art, but as the future governor she had taken politics as her major and drawing as a minor. Well, maybe in her spare time as governor she would be able to pursue some amount of art…
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"Maybe a princess then?" little Nessa said thoughtfully.
"How about a…a, uh, a Madame Governor?" Frex replied, cursing himself inwardly. What father suggested being governor to his 3-year old daughter?
"Madame Governor?" said Nessa with a tiny frown. Even as a young child her facial expressions were detailed. "I like the name of princess better, but I still want to be a dancer." She then smiled brightly. "I could be a dancing princess Madame Governor!"
The name "Madame Governor" had never appealed to Nessa. But now that's what everyone called her. Well, at least to her face. She knew that the Munchkins had dubbed her the Wicked Witch of the East behind her back.
She wouldn't have minded it so much usually, though. It was just when one certain person said it that she nearly cringed every time…
"Will there be anything else, Madame?" Boq asked.