So I was really bored and I thought of what it would look like to watch Galinda practice her sorcery with Morrible. This is after Popular, I decided to use my favorite and funny techniques the popular Galindas of Broadway and LA for the way she says "ball gown" like Kristin Chenoweth's, Megan Hilty's and I couldn't identify the third one's.
Enjoy!
"No, no, no! Try it again!" Morrible shouts crossly. I'm really getting sick of the way Morrible is teaching me.
I sigh and wave the training wand again.
"Ball gown!" I say firmly, pointing the it at the frock I stole from Elphie's closet. Nothing happens.
"Ball-GOWN!" I say a little louder. Again to no avail.
"I told you I didn't think you had what it takes!" Madame tisks.
I'll show you!
I furrow my eyebrows, toss my gold curls, wave the shiny thing around again and point.
"Baaalll gooowwwnnn!" I sing sweetly. Pink bubbles shoot out and bounce harmlessly off the frock or pop right there.
For the love of Oz, is this really so difficult?
I narrow my blue-gray eyes. I squat down and aim my wand at the frock.
"BALL GOWN!!!" I shout at the top of my lungs, springing up and only succeeding in falling over and making my throat sore. Elphie would have cracked up by now.
"Is this thing on?" I ask, shaking my wand.
"MISS GALINDA," Madame addresses me, exasperated, "Magic wands can't be 'on' or 'off'. You must learn to control them and force them to do your bidding."
"Hmmm. Mines broken," I state, tapping the thing on Madame's desk. More bubbles, blue this time, pop out of it with every tap and float around my head. I get the slightest urge to pop them .
"Can't I just do sorcery from scratch?" I ask.
"That, dearest, is a technique is for an EXPERIENCED sorceress. Even ones like myself can't do it thoroughly.
"So far, Madame, magic wands seem to be of no use to me and this one appears to be a shiny, sparkly stick made of wood," I say flatly, glancing at my wand, and indeed, it is a wooden rod covered in silver paint.
"Of course it is!" Madame exclaimed, "That, my dear, is a TRAINING WAND. Once you master this you move up to a metal one and when you become an expert you graduate to a silver one."
Madame's voice has lost all irritation and I could detect sugary-sweet tone… just like mine when I was trying to perk up my friends while lying!
"Okay… I just don't see the point in all this. Elphie can conjure up anything with just her bear hands!"
"Has it ever occurred to you that you don't have the same magical properties as Miss Elphaba?" Madame asks me.
"Ummm… I don't know?" I reply uneasily.
"Well now you have. You do not happen to have the gift or it has not yet appeared so you will be using a wand."
Holy Shiz. This is just stupid. I am using a TWIG in Oz's sake! A twig covered in PAINT!
I cross my arms and pout my full pink lips.
Yes, I know it's childish but it's a habit I picked up from my friends in the Upper Uplands.
I'm re-writing my essay. I can see it now: MAGIC TWIGS: NEED THEY HAVE A POINT?!?!
Hope ya enjoyed! I just made this one shot for entertainment's sake. I might do other funny shorts with Galinda or Glinda. I'm not as good at Elphie's witty, smarty pants humor… actually, due to optimistic, silly personality I am I do Kristin Chenoweth characters better in general. They're always bubbly and fun!
