Sorry, about the original being messed up. The summary will come into play, a bit later in the story. In the beginning Elphie's twelve, Glin's fourteen, Fifi's fourteen and a half. Please reveiw so I know what I can improve.
A soft voice floated through the theatre. Matilda auditions, he reminded himself. But he had never heard a Matilda with such a melodic voice. His curiosity floated him to the door, silently.
Her voice was stronger as she sung, "Silent, but not really silent." But unlike the all eight of the other Matilda's he worked with before, her voice kept its silky tone.
Fiyero grinned at the sight of the open door, they made it too easy for him. A voice spoke, the production manager's voice. "Why don't you sit down," there was a slight silence as he looked down at the audition paper. "Miss Elfaeba, I did pronounce that properly, right?" He asked, a strange politeness in his voice.
He stayed at the door as the emerald singer corrected the pronunciation of her name. Elphaba it was, it was pretty he decided, but mostly interesting. Who would give their daughter a name that sounds so much like a saints.
The three judges started talking, they agreed she had a voice of an angel. But then they moved on to her complexion, it was said Matilda was odd, but 'Sinfully' green skin wasn't what they meant. What did they mean, the boy questioned.
The prince spoke up, walking into the room. "I think you should take the risk. Her voice is unlike the other, so people won't complain about that. And I mean Wormwood say 'Looks not Books', and isn't Matilda supposed to against that?"
He didn't know, why he was standing up for the freak, but seeing her small smile, all the odd looks were worth it. Anyhow she didn't look like a happy child, maybe she would become happier, with the cast, they were absolutely wonderful he decided.
"Well you hear the prince," the sound manager stated. He stayed behind as Elphaba cleaned up her stuff.
"Thank you," she muttered. "No one's ever stood up for me..."
'They had no right, to judge you off of your looks,' he wanted to tell her; but he didn't really know her. Though this emerald girl was intriguing. "No problem," he settled for.
"Do you play anyone?" She asked. Why'd she ask that did she want to meet no hang out with him, too?