Disclaimer: I don't own Sisters Grimm or the song…wish, I did.
Prologue: For Good (Reprise)
I stared outside of the penthouse window, looking down at the busy streets of Manhattan. I'd never imagined I'd be here ever again. And I didn't realize how much it would change. Most of my old friends were away at college by now and have forgotten about me. It was a sad thought.
I had always imagined that when I went back to New York, my friends would be there, waiting for me to return.
Like my old best friend, Maggie, her braces still strapped onto her teeth, smiling widely. Or that boy I used to have a crush on…I think his name was John. And my other friend, Rachel.
But now…I had new friends to replace them. Durable friends…immortal friends. Fern replaced Maggie by a long shot. Maggie was a good friend. She was kind, soft spoken, and fun to be around.
Fern was…Fern was Fern. She was kooky, ditzy, annoying, crazy, and had the weirdest vocabulary. But she was still my best friend. Maggie never made me feel as if I couldn't be separated from her too long. Fern was my other half…not in the romantic sense of course but…in a different way.
John…I hadn't really known him. He was cute and he had nice brown eyes but that's how far my crush on had gone. He was kind to me but we never spoke much and that was that. We weren't even really friends.
But Puck…Puck was rude, disgusting, annoying, brainless, rude, egotistical, immature, did I mention rude? But he could be if he wanted to be, sweet, gentle, undeniably handsome, well mannered, and very sexy. And his smoldering silver eyes just added to that.
But like hell I'd ever say that to his face. I'd rather have Baba Yaga eat me.
"Hey…Sabrina. We have to leave soon" a voice reminded me. I turned to see Daphne standing there, her hands on her hips. She wore a short black dress, trimmed with white and it had a lacy petticoat underneath. There was a corset around the middle, tightening the black dress to her body and black ankles boots encased her feet.
"I know…I'm coming. Let me just grab my phone. I'll be down in a second" I sighed. She nodded.
"Alright. I'm going to go grab something eat from the kitchen. You want anything?" she asked. I shrugged.
"I think I'll just get McDonalds or something. It's fine" I said. She nodded and she walked, gracefully, from the room. How could my little sister be graceful? It was just so…weird. I walked out, smoothing my blue form-fitting sweatshirt over my dark blue skinny jeans. I walked next door and slammed into Fern's room.
All around was like a mini-version of her world. She had left her sister as queen regent from what I heard. She was sitting at a large vanity. The mirror was huge and was rimmed with candy cane and she was sitting on a marshmallow seat, looking at her reflection.
"I can't decide how I want my make up done! How should I do it?" she asked, without even turning around. I looked at her in shock.
"How can you always do that? I didn't even show up in the mirror!" I protested. She turned around, smiling, her blonde hair curled at the ends. Her eyelids were a soft lavender. She wore a pink dress that reached above her knees. She wore a cream petticoat underneath. It was buttoned up and had a large pink bow and was trimmed with white. She slid on a flat white hat with a cream feather onto her head and she pinned it in place. Her shoes were knee-high white lace up boots.
"I could sense you, 'Brina. Just as you sense when I'm there" Fern reminded me. I nodded and shrugged. She stood up and hooked arms with me and we walked out of her room, quickly. We stopped at Puck's door. I was about to knock when the door opened.
"No need for applause! The great Trickster King is here!" he announced, a smirk dancing on his lips. I raised an eyebrow and rolled my eyes.
"Right…great? Really? Stop being stupid and let's go. We're going to be late" I snapped at his big-headed attitude. He kissed my cheek.
"You're just jealous of me, Grimm. We're not going to be late" he promised. I inspected his outfit. He wore a bigger size of his old green sweatshirt and dark skinny jeans and old Converses.
"You look how you did when I first met you. Minus the dirt that is" I said, my voice turning distasteful after I mentioned the dirt. Yeah, the smell wasn't something I liked to remember. It was still a little too clear in my nose. I picked up a black umbrella and Daphne stood with Fern. We all hooked arms and walked out the door. We were in a comfortable silence when we got to the street.
"I don't even remember how to hail a taxi…" I murmured. Fern grinned from underneath her white umbrella. She stepped forward.
"I do" she said. She let out a sharp whistle and I laughed as a taxi pulled up. We slid in and sat down. I looked at the driver and sitting next to him was a newspaper. On the front page was the cast of Wicked. My eyes widened and we sat down lower.
"It'd be best if we didn't draw attention to ourselves" I suggested. Daphne grinned and shrugged.
"But it'd be fun. We could go to parties and the Tony's! Oh that'd be amazing!" Daphne said, excitedly. I laughed, quietly.
"That'd be amazing…but we have to be amazing to even be nominated for the Tony's. We don't have any professional experience and we need quite a few to be good enough to receive a Tony. It wouldn't be realistic if we got it the first night" I reminded her. She sighed and nodded.
"You're such a pessimist, Sabrina" she sighed. I chuckled and shook my head.
"No…I'm a realist, Daphne. Broadway! Gershwin Theater, please!" I called out. The guy's eyes popped open and he turned around. Puck put a finger to his lips.
"Please don't…" Puck said, quietly. The taxi driver nodded and drove at a steady pace. We got to the theater in twenty minutes and we walked right in, showing ID to the security guard and everything.
"Are you Sabrina?" a voice asked. I turned to see a short woman. She was much older than me, however.
"Uh…yeah, that's me. And this is Fern, Puck, and Daphne" I said, introducing them. She smirked.
"I know exactly who they are. We're doing sound check now. I'm Beatrice, one of the many vocal trainers. I wondering, since I couldn't be at your supposedly wonderful performance, if you could prove that you're truly good enough to be so young. How about a duet…with your opposite" she said, smirking. She doubted us. I looked at her, hesitantly, when Fern stepped up.
"We will. Backing track for 'For Good' please. From the top" Fern said, pointing at the soundbooth. She said it loud enough for them to hear and she stormed on to the stage from backstage, dragging me with her. There were plenty fo cleaning people going around and quite a few backstage people. They looked at us disdainfully.
"Those are the kids? They can't be older than 19"
"They're supposed to be good enough for Mr. Schwartz to pick them without a proper audition. I doubt they can even sing in tune. This song is too difficult to sing, even without putting emotion"
I growled at the comments and lifted my head. The song went to the first part and I cleared my throat.
(Sung) I'm limited
Just look at me - I'm limited (Fern looked at me with serious eyes as I channeled the emotions from that night. The night that changed me)
And just look at you
You can do all I couldn't do, Glinda (I took her hands and we looked at each other, sadly)
So now it's up to you
For both of us - now it's up to you... (People looked at me in surprise. Yeah, that'll show them how good a 17-year-old that'd actually be)
FERN
(Sung) I've heard it said
That people come into our lives for a reason
Bringing something we must learn (She looked at me, her face expression not changing from that serious look. Her eyes were watery, signifying that she was thinking abut that night once again)
And we are led
To those who help us most to grow
If we let them
And we help them in return (She helped me learn what it truly was to be human again. To be myself. And not to be a Grimm all the time)
Well, I don't know if I believe that's true
But I know I'm who I am today
Because I knew you
Like a comet pulled from orbit
As it passes a sun (She spun in a circle, breaking from my hands and laughing quietly. She stopped and grabbed my hands, firmly again.)
Like a stream that meets a boulder
Halfway through the wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you (She looked down)
I have been changed for good (She looked me in the eyes with proud eyes, boring into mine.)
SABRINA
(Sung) It well may be
That we will never meet again (That's completely unlikely. I mean we're both immortal now. I'll never have to leave her…ever again)
In this lifetime
So let me say before we part
So much of me
Is made of what I learned from you
You'll be with me
Like a handprint on my heart (I clutched my chest right above my heart and she smiled softly. It was just like that night and I couldn't help but smile, proudly)
And now whatever way our stories end
I know you have re-written mine
By being my friend...
Like a ship blown from its mooring (I put as much emotion in it as I could)
By a wind off the sea
Like a seed dropped by a sky bird
In a distant wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better? (I could. I had been spoiled and rotten before and just all together terrible, manipulating people to my advantage)
But because I knew you
FERN
(Sung) Because I knew you (There was only complete trust in her eyes and it was reflected back a hundred times)
BOTH
(Sung) I have been changed for good
SABRINA
(Sung) And just to clear the air
I ask forgiveness
For the thing I've done you blame me for (She knew I was speaking of Puck. She shook her head and kissed my cheek)
FERN
(Sung) But then, I guess we know
There's blame to share (I knew she felt incredibly sorry for coming between Puck and I and it was even more terrible that she had actually done it intentionally. But it was all in the past. I trusted her too much to expect her to do that again. And I don't trust easily)
BOTH
(Sung) And none of it seems to matter anymore (I held the note while Fern went into the next part where we did that type of canon. I went louder to match her volume)
FERN
(Sung) Like a comet pulled from orbit
As it passes a sun
SABRINA
(Sung) Like a ship blown from it's mooring (I started singing after she sang 'comet pulled'. It sounded beautiful and our hands were interlocked tightly as we sang loudly)
By a wind off the sea
FERN
(Sung) Like a stream that meets a boulder
Halfway through the wood
SABRINA
Like a seed dropped by a bird in the wood (We sang 'wood' together and I looked at her and refused to let go of her hand. Never again)
BOTH
(Sung) Who can say if I've been
Changed for the better? (She had had increased her range and she had helped me do so. It was easier for her to sing lower and easier for me to sing higher. It was pretty fun)
I do believe I have been
Changed for the better (Our voices were perfect together, just as perfect as Puck and my voices were perfect together)
FERN
(Sung)And because I knew you...
SABRINA
(Sung)Because I knew you... (She patted my head and I held her hands to my chest)
BOTH
(Sung) Because I knew you...
I have been changed for good. (Our foreheads touched, her's leaning up and mine leaning down. I looked at her for a second before pulling away but never breaking our hands apart)
"Was that good enough for you?" I asked, confident now. Beatrice was staring in shock. She grumbled and sent us a scowl that relaxed slightly.
"Clearly, you're not mediocre but that was far from perfect. There is always room to improve in the musical theater and there will always be people that are better than you. Fortunately, for you, I can say that you are better than some. So, for that I commend. I looked forward to working with you…Miss Grimm and Miss Goodfellow" Beatrice said, stiffly. Fern smirked.
"That'd be great. If you'll excuse us, we'll be going to ready for our first performance" Fern smirked. I heard laughter and I looked to see Puck and Daphne dying of laughter in the wings.
"Yes…you may go" Beatrice said, flatly. Fern linked arms with me and stomped away, her eyes cold.
"Stupid old multiplicative inverse…" she muttered. I looked at her in alarm.
"Huh?" I asked. She looked at me sheepishly.
"I try not to curse anymore…you know multiplicative inverse is like calling her a mother fucker but not…oops!" she cried, realizing what she said. I hit my forehead with my palm and sighed.
"Oh, Fern…you're such a ditz."