Its weird how I get my best Glinda angst ideas from Paramore songs… lol, this is based off of their song "Fences" 3 that song! :)
Hope ya'll enjoy this, read and review!
Disclaimer- I don't own the awesomeness that is Wicked or Paramore :(
I stand in my bubble, shiny, and translucent. The people look up at me. They think they know me. They think that I enjoy dragging Elphie's name through the mud.
I allow them to think what they want, why does it matter? They'd never accept the truth. They think that that there is no other place I would rather be. When, in reality, this is the last place I want to be.
I'm always in the spotlight. The people want to be just like me, if only they knew. If only they knew what a terrible friend I was to Elphie. How I didn't even stop to consider that Fiyero may have not wanted to marry me. How its my fault that they're dead.
I guess this is my life now. I remember a time when this was all I ever wanted. I wish I could go back and tell myself that this position was a bad idea. But its all I have now…
Don't they see that I'm dying inside? Can't they see how much pain and loss I have? When they look at me, they see a perfect angel, not what I really am. Human. They think that my life is perfect, that I don't have a care in the world. They don't see how much pain and loss I have inside. So, I smile at them. Giving them what they want, just as Elphaba did during her last days. They wanted a Wicked Witch, and they got one for a little bit, as Elphie grieved, and lost her mind while drowning in heartache.
If anyone was able to teach a class on putting up fences, and hiding one's feelings, it would be a tie between me and Elphie. It was odd. That she hid herself, yet wore her heart on her sleeve. And something I admired about her. Her strength, and her huge heart for what is right.
I wish I had that kind of character. I blame the limelight.
I suppose I asked for this life, the moment I accepted the Wizard's offer. And turned my back on my best friend.
All I do is tell people what they want to hear. That everything is wonderful, and I couldn't be happier. I wish I could live the life that I pretend to.
As I lower myself towards the crowd, I hear they're celebrations, as they rejoice in the death of a wonderful, giving, beautiful woman. I think I'm going to be sick.
Elphie… I hope you're happy, wherever you are. I hope you are somewhere wonderful, with Fiyero by your side. I promise, Elphie. I'll make you proud.