~A/N~ I should be working on the Witches Return but this popped into my head and I wrote it down :-)
Disclaimer: Sadly I Wicked isn't mine.
You Couldn't Be Happier?
I couldn't be happier. No, I couldn't be happier.
Sure Glinda, whatever you say.
Though it is, I admit, the tiniest bit, unlike I anticipated.
Understatement much? Your life is falling apart, and you never saw it coming.
But I couldn't be happier.
There's that phrase again. Are you trying to convince yourself or the crowd.
Simply couldn't be happier, well, not simply. Because getting your dreams, it's strange but it seems, a little well- complicated . . .
Finally some truth! The people deserve to know the real you.
There's a kinda of a, sort of a . . . cost.
They're a a couple of things get . . . lost.
There are bridges you crossed you didn't know you crossed until you crossed
But you're Glinda the Good! What could be wrong with you're life?
Glinda sat in her bedroom on the floor, crying her eyes out.
She had announced her engagement to Fiyero, only to have him leave only hours later, and he left her for Elphie. Glinda had been jelous and angry, but she had no right to tell Morrible or the Wizard how to use Nessarose.
It was Glinda's fault Nessa had died, and if she hadn't died then Elphaba wouldn't had tried to say goodbye, and Fiyero wouldn't have been killed saving her.
She though about her speech from the engagement announcement. She had told the Ozians how she 'couldn't happier' anyway. And she portrayed her part perfectly, even after her 'subjects' had murdered Elphaba.
I couldn't be happier!
On they outside, Glinda the Good was never sad. On the inside, she could never truly be happy.