Yes, new story! I had this idea, and I hope it works. All feedback is welcome! Now, would this be considered a parody? I think it is. So… enjoy!
"Where are they?" an impatient 14-year-old girl asked as she paced around the stage. "It's been three hours! They should be here!"
The door opened and eight people walked in.
"Finally!" the teenage girl shouted, throwing her hands into the air. "What took you so long? You were supposed to be here three hours ago!"
"Where are we?" the girl in the wheelchair asked.
"And who are you?" the green girl questioned.
The teenager took a deep breath, trying to control her temper. "I'm Nia and I will be your lovely director for this production."
"What production?" the tall young man asked.
"The production of Wicked the Musical! That's why I called you here!"
"What does this production have to do with us?" the blonde asked.
"Before I explain, let's take attendance!" Nia smiled, pulling out a chipboard. "Elphaba?" The green woman lowered her head. "Glinda?" The bubbly blonde's hand shot into the air. "Fiyero?" The Vinkun Prince flashed the teenager a charming smile. "Miss Nessarose?" Nessa looked up, focusing on the girl who called her. "Bick?"
"It's Boq!" the Munchkin sighed.
"That's what I said… Bick!"
Boq sighed.
"Dr. Dillamond?" Nia smiled at the Goat. "Evil number 1?" Nia asked, looking directly at Madame Morrible. "Evil number 2?" she said, looking at the Wizard. "Great! We're all here!" Nia said, putting check marks next to everyone's name and putting her clipboard away.
"Now will you tell us why we're all here?" Morrible asked.
"Okay! You are here because I wanted all of you to act in a musical about your lives," Nia answered.
"There's a musical about our lives?" Nessa asked, her eyes widening in fear.
"Well…. technically, it's about Elphaba's life," Nia said slowly, turning her gaze to Elphaba.
"A-About my life?" Elphaba questioned.
"Yup!" Nia said as she handed out the scripts.
"What is this?" Elphaba asked.
"That is a script. You need to memorize your lines and be prepared to say them on a stage," Nia explained.
"How long do we have?" Fiyero asked, holding the script upside down.
"Mmm, about a week," Nia said, flipping the script in Fiyero's hands right side up.
"WHAT?!" everyone yelled in unison.
"That's plenty of time," Nia said, pushing them onto the stage.
"No, it's not!" Nessa protested, wheeling herself closer to the young girl.
Nia clapped her hands twice and a piano appeared on the stage.
"H-How did you do that?" Fiyero asked, stunned.
"Fiyero, my dear Prince, this is my world! And in my world, things get done my way," Nia said, snapping her fingers in a 'Z' formation. "Now, everyone please gather around the piano for warm up exercises!"
"I can't sing!" Dr. Dillamond protested.
"We can schedule extra practicing sessions," Nia said as she began to play the piano. The group warmed up with simple scales and little songs, like Happy Birthday and Do, Re, Me.
"Great! We're all warmed up! Now, let's take it from the top!" Nia exclaimed as she began to play the introduction to No One Mourns the Wicked.
"I have a question!" Boq interrupted, right before 'Good news!'.
"What?" Nia said in an aggravated tone as she stopped playing.
"Can you give us a brief background of the story?"
"That's what you stopped me for?" Nia said, standing up. Boq took a step back, suddenly afraid of the teenager with long, black hair, pink glasses and was wearing a pink jumper.
"I… I just wanna know," Boq squeaked in fear.
Nia clenched her hands into fists. "I knew I should have just updated another story! But, no, I just had to go and write this new one! What was I thinking?"
"No, I'm sorry!" Boq said, relaxing.
Nia took a deep breath again. "It's alright! So, the play starts off with all of Oz celebrating Elphaba's death. Then, Glinda appears and starts to tell them Elphaba's story. It ends with… wait a minute! I'm not supposed to tell you how it ends!"
"What's As Long As You're Mine?" Fiyero asked, flipping through his script.
"STOP READING THROUGH THE SECOND ACT, PRINCEY!" Nia yelled at him.
"I get to give Elphie a makeover?" Glinda bounced.
"Oh, Oz, no! Please! Do you know what happens when Glinda gives me a makeover?" Elphaba wined to the girl.
"As a matter of fact, I do. It's one of my favorite parts of the show," Nia smiled as Elphaba paled.
"Just tell me what As Long As You're Mine is, please?" Fiyero asked.
"It's a… um… love song."
"Elphaba and I sing it together."
"I'm aware of that."
"We what?" Elphaba asked, grabbing the script from Fiyero. "Oh no! No! No! No! I am not singing a love song with brainless!"
"I'm not brainless!" Fiyero protested.
"Yet," Nia muttered.
"What was that?"
"Nothing!"
"I'm not singing this!" Elphaba said, throwing the script back at Nia. She started to walk out when she was suddenly frozen in place.
"What are you doing?" she yelled at Nia.
"Stopping you from leaving! You can't leave! You're the main character!"
"I'm the what?" Elphaba asked as Nia lifted the freezing spell.
"You're the main character. You can't go! Please!" Nia begged her.
Elphaba's eyes slowly softened. "Sure."
Nia's eyes lit up! "Thank you!" she said, running up to the green witch and hugging her.
"Don't we also need the ensemble members?" Nessa asked.
Nia's eyes widened. "You're right! How could I have forgotten them! They're so important to the plot! Why didn't any of you remind me?"
"I just did," Nessa said in a sassy tone.
Nia glared at the younger Thropp, but said nothing. She snapped her fingers and the ensemble members appeared.
"What are we doing here?" one of Glinda's best friends asked.
"You are here to perform in my production of Wicked the Musical," Nia said proudly.
"What's she doing here?" Frex asked, looking over at Elphaba.
"Don't start, buster," Nia growled through clenched teeth.
"I demand to know!" Frex bellowed.
Nia took a few dangerous steps towards Frex. "Read the script! Oz, I knew that this was coming. I knew it! And I let it happen! Frex, if you don't behave your governor-of-Munchkinland butt, I swear to Oz, I will –"
"Stop!" Elphaba said, grapping Nia's hand. "He's not worth it."
Nia took a deep breath and calmed down. "You're right." She turned to look at Frex. "Behave!" she warned him.
"I still don't know why we have to be here," Frex continued, asking for a butt whooping.
"I need an assistant!" Nia muttered to herself.
"Can we start?" Glinda complained.
"Yes!" Nia exclaimed, walking back to the piano. "Alright, everyone! We're starting from the beginning of No One Mourns the Wicked." Nia started playing the song on the piano again and everyone started to sing.
"AND GOODNESS KNOWS!" Glinda sang.
"NO ONE MOURNS THE WICKED!" the ensemble sang.
"STOP!" Nia roared, covering her ears. "You're flat!" she said, pointing to a random ensemble member. "You're sharp," pointing to another ensemble member. "And you're not singing the right song!" she said, her hands flying to her head.
"This is going to be a long rehearsal!" Nessa complained, resting her head on her hands.
"You said it!" Nia agreed as she went back to the piano. "Let's try this again!"