AN: Well, this one was...interesting to write, what with Elphaba/Satine making such a spectacle of herself and all...
And yes, I made Sarima Nini's Ozian counterpart. Anyone who knows about MY version of Sarima will understand the reasons behind this. I can't wait to write the next chapter (Spectacular Spectacular, anybody?), let alone the Elephant Love Medley, and don't even get me STARTED on Come What May!
OH, HEY, LOOK, ELTON JOHN SONG, PEOPLE! XD
Standing in the center of the room, Shell caught her. The crowd fell into a horrified silence, staring at them. Shell looked around, not knowing what to do, just holding the fainted girl in his arms. He looked to Diggs, who nodded towards Elphaba's dressing room. Pushing through the crowd, Shell took her there. Diggs began shouting and clapping suddenly, turning everyone's attention to him. He got everyone to chant her name again.
"Dunno if that Margreave's gonna get his money's worth tonight," Sarima commented back in Elphaba's dressing room. Milla frowned at her. "Don't be unkind, Sari," she said. Shell laid Elphaba down on a worn out couch. Back out in the dance hall, Diggs cut the chanting off. "You've frightened her away!" he said, and everyone let out a collective, "Awww!" of disappointment. Diggs' face brightened. "But I can see some lonely Moulin Verte dancers looking for a couple of partners!" he called. Only Fiyero and the Beauhos didn't cheer. "So," Diggs said, "if you can hunk-hunk, you can Hunkadola with them, boys!" The music started up again, and the gentlemen mixed in with the showgirls once more.
Backstage, Elphaba's best friend Glinda had shown up. "Get away, let her breathe!" the blonde commanded, kneeling down beside the green girl and waving a bottle of smelling salts under her nose. Elphaba gasped as she woke up, her eyes locking against Glinda's. She smiled. "Oh," she breathed. "Glinda...Oz...all these silly costumes," she said with a small laugh. Glinda tried to smile reassuringly. "Just a fainting spell, Elphie," she said softly. The stage manager pushed his way through the gaggle of Diamond Dogs that was gathered around. "All right, girls!" he said. "Get back out there, work them up!" He turned to Glinda and Elphaba. "Problem?" he asked. Glinda frowned. "None of your business," she said to him. He grunted. "Well, then don't just stand around," he said, then turned and left.
Later, after things had calmed down a bit, the Margreave went after his manservant. "Find Diggs!" he ordered. "The girl is expecting me!"
Back in the dressing room, Glinda was tying the stays on the back of a sapphire blue dress that Elphaba had put on. "That twinkle-toes Margreave sure has taken the bait, Elphie," Glinda was saying. "With that kind of patron, you could be the next Etain Dalziel." Elphaba's eyes lit up. "Oh, Glin...You really think I could be like the great Etain?" she asked hopefully. Glinda smiled, resting her chin on her friend's shoulder and hugging her from behind. "Why not?" she said. "You've got the talent for it. You hook this guy, and you'll be selling out theatres all across the country!" Elphaba closed her eyes and smiled, letting her breath out happily.
"Just think, Glinda. I'll be a real actress, a great actress! I'm going to fly away from here!" She went over to the birdcage hanging near the vanity and smiled at the gray dove inside. "Yes, we're going to fly, fly away from here!" she said to it.
"Is everything alright, my dear?" Diggs asked as he came in. She smiled at him in the mirror. "Oh, yes, Oscar, everything's fine!" she said. His face brightened. "Good! You certainly worked your magic with that Margreave out there tonight!" he said. She turned to face him and struck a pose. "How do I look?" she asked. "Smoldering temptress?" He gasped and came over to her. "Oh, my darling girl!" he cried. "How could he possibly resist you?! Everything's going so well!"
Fiyero stood in the window of the Elephant, nervously playing with his hat while he waited for Elphaba, who was behind a dressing screen taking off the sapphire dress. Outside, people were dancing around and enjoying themselves all over the place, but the Beauhos stayed where they could keep an eye on their friend. "Unbelievable!" Boq said. "He got straight into the Elephant!"
Elphaba stepped out from behind the screen. "This is a wonderful place for a poetry reading, don't you think?" she asked. Fiyero turned, his eyes widening when he saw what she was wearing. She smirked. "Poetic enough for you?" she asked him. Fiyero nodded. "Y-Yes..." he said softly.
Boq and the others were climbing up a rope on the side of the Elephant to spy, giggling to themselves the whole way.
Elphaba went to a table where some champagne sat. "A little supper?" she asked. "Some champagne, maybe?"
"I-I'd rather just, um...get it over and done with," Fiyero said. She dropped the bottle, trying not to show that she was a bit insulted by this. "Oh," she said simply. She turned and smirked at him sexily. "Very well." She moved over to the bed and draped herself across it, sliding the robe she was wearing down her shoulder a bit. "Well, then why don't you come on over here, and let's get it over and done with," she said.
He fidgeted nervously. "I prefer to stand," he said. Her eyebrows went up. "Oh," she said as she started to rise from the bed. "You don't have to stand if you don't want," he said quickly, and she dropped back onto the bed. "It's just..." he said, "it can be quite long sometimes, and...I want you to be comfortable. I-It's quite modern, really, what I do, and it may seem a little strange at first, but if you're open, then..." he flashed an adorable smile, "you might enjoy it." She returned the smile. "I'm sure I will," she said. Fiyero nodded. "Um...excuse me for a clock-tick."
He turned his back to her. Elphaba lay back down on the bed, trying to make herself look turned on and horny for him. "The..." Fiyero muttered. He turned around. "The sky is..." Was it just him, or was she acting a bit odd? It was a little unnerving, actually. "The sky...the blue...the...the birds..." He turned back around and pushed air out through his lips like actors sometimes did as a vocal exercise before a show. "Come on, come on," he muttered to himself. He managed to psych himself up, so he turned around again. "I think..." He stopped. What was with her? Why was she moaning like that? He turned back around. "Why am I so damn shaky?" he asked himself, then did some more vocal warm-ups.
"Um," Elphaba said finally, sitting up and pushing some hair behind her ear. "Is...Is everything alright?" she asked. Fiyero turned to her. "Well, it's just...I'm a little nervous is all," he said. "It just...sometimes it takes a while for...you know...inspiration to come, and..."
"Oh, yes, yes, yes," she said, standing up and walking over to him. "Let me help, will you?"
And then her hand was on his crotch. He gasped. "Does that inspire you?" she asked.
Without waiting for an answer, she threw him onto the bed and straddled him. "Let's make love!" she said. He looked up at her, extremely confusified. "Make love?" he repeated. She smiled. "You want to, don't you?" she asked. By now, Fiyero was just a little scared, and wasn't sure what he should do. "Well, I...I came to—"
"No, tell the truth!" she cut him off. "You feel the poetry!"
"What?!"
The Beauhos lowered Boq down on a rope so he could see into the window. Elphaba gasped and looked at Fiyero with a smile on her face. "Big boy," she said. Boq looked up at the others. "He's got a huge...talent!" he called. Elphaba lay down on top of Fiyero. "Yes, I need your poetry now!" she cried. By now, Fiyero was very frightened, so he yanked himself out from under her, crying out, "Okay!" as he went, and she fell onto the floor.
"It's a little bit funny!" he said quickly. She looked up at him, her raven black hair falling into her face. "...What?" she asked breathlessly. "This feeling inside," he continued. "I'm...not one of those who can easily hide..." He stopped and looked at her. "Is this okay?" he asked. "Is this...what you want?" Her face lit up. "Oh, poetry!" she said. He nodded. "Yes, yes, this is what I want, naughty words!"
"I-I don't..."
She started rolling around and rubbing her body all over, making all sorts of noises.
"I don't have much money," he said, "but, boy, if I did...I'd buy a big house where we both could live. So...if I were a sculptor...but then again, no...Or a man who makes potions in a traveling show...I know it's not much...but it's the best I can do..."
She was screaming like a maniac, and he was at an utter lost, so he just opened his mouth and let things happen on their own.
"My gift is my song!"
She froze and stared up at him in wonder.
"And this one's for you...
And you can tell everybody
That this is your song.
It may be quite simple, but
Now that it's done,
I hope you don't mind,
I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words...
How wonderful life is...
Now you're in the world."
He turned to the window as she continued to stare, completely hypnotized.
"Sat on the rooftop,
And I kicked off the moss,"
She stood up and hesitantly took a step towards him.
"Well, some of these verses, well, they,
They got me quite crossed.
But the sun's been kind
While I wrote this song.
It's for people like you that
Keep it turned on.
"So excuse me forgetting,
But these things I do,
Well, you see, I've forgotten if they're
Green or they're blue!
Anyway, the thing is,
What I really mean,
Yours are the sweetest eyes
I've ever seen!
"And you can tell everybody
That this is your song.
It may be quite simple, but
Now that it's done,
I hope you don't mind,
I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words...
How wonderful life is
Now you're in the world..."
AN: God...Ewan's voice... *le swoons*