She stands there in that ridiculous frock and hideous hat, the hat I gave her.
I feel sick to my stomach as I look at the training wand Madame Morrible had given me moments before.
She did this for me; Elphaba did this for me, and I had set out to embarrass her.
I've never felt so horrible in my life.
She starts to dance- if one could call that dancing- amongst the stares and taunting laughter, and I can't stand it anymore.
I venture out to where she is and I ask, "May I cut in?" and I start dancing, trying to make myself look more like a fool than my roommate does.
She keeps dancing, but this time with freedom.
For the first time I realize she isn't ugly.
She's different.
She's beautiful.