Disclaimer: Wicked isn't mine, but you all knew that anyway. So on with the fanfic!
A/N- Ok. This is pretty much three song fics, and because apparently no one knows them, I'll tell you what they are. Please R&R!
Elphaba's song is Journey to the Past from Anastasia
Galinda(well, more Momsie and Ama Clutc)'s song is Femininity from Summer Magic(an old Disney movie)
The governess Cerlissa's song is Little Girls from Annie
Elphaba thought as she walked to the bridge town of Bengda. Frex had taken her with him to Qhoyre, leaving Nanny to care for Nessa and Shell. A tune found its way to her thin black twelve year old lips. She resolved that she had to keep going, even if it meant being in a town above the Waterslip river. By the Unnamed God she hated Frex for that. Of all the places he had to send her on an errand, it had to be some ridiculous little village on a bridge.
Heart don't fail me now
Courage don't desert me
Don't turn back now that we're here
People always say
Life is full of choices
No one ever mentions fear
Or how the world can seem so vast
On a journey...to the past
She thought of her mother and everything Frex had said about an afterlife. It seemed ridiculous to her, a long standing atheist despite her young age. Still, the hope of seeing Melena again warmed her a bit as she trudged on. Elphaba pulled the long cloak tighter around her shoulders and doubled her pace, the song returned.
Somewhere down this road
I know someone's waiting
Years of dreams just can't be wrong
Arms will open wide
I'll be safe and wanted
Finally home where I belong
Well, starting now I'm learning fast
On this journey...to the past
The green twelve year old realized before Melena died, her father had been kind to her and given her toys. Now she was simply a tool for conversions, and someone he could have work for him. Perhaps she thought, perhaps she was not Frex's, only Melena's. If such a thought were true, she could find the other part of her family, her real family. Even as a toddler she had been sharp-witted, and remembered Turtle Heart and Melena's 'naps' every afternoon as being quite the opposite. Maybe, just maybe, Melena was somewhere...watching? No, she couldn't be, but another line of the song revealed itself.
Home, love, family
There was once a time I must have had them too
Home, love, family
I will never be complete until I find you
Her steps along the persistently muddy path were quick but deliberate. She still thought about the prospect of Frex maybe not being her father, but knew he was far more likely to beat her to death than admit the sad truth that Melena had been an adulterer.
One step at a time
One hope, then another
Who know where this road may go
Back to who I was
On to find my future
Things my heart still needs to know
Home wasn't anywhere in Quadling country, she had figured that out within weeks of their arrival nine years ago. The memories she had of Munchkinland, however faint they had become, told her that wasn't home either. From what she had heard about the blue bloods(more commonly called China People) and seemingly infinite wealth of the Gillikinese, Gillikin didn't seem very home-y at all. Then there was the Glikkus, where the Emerald mines were and there was a constant struggle between Gillikin and Munchkinland over who controlled the area. It was still too close to those states. So she was left with either the Emerald City or The Vinkus. She decided to see where her 'home' would end up. The song was hers and she used it to voice her hopes.
Yes, let this be a sign
Let this road be mine
Let it lead me to my past
And bring me home...
At last!!
Around this same time, a twelve year old Galinda was being taught by Ama Clutch and Momsie how to be feminine. They were doing so in song, much to the small blonde's delight. Momsie began, leading her around the parlor with a book on her head for good posture. Ama Clutch smacked her behind with a cane to remind her to keep her bottom tucked in.
You must walk feminine
Talk feminine
Smile and beguile feminine
Utilize your femininity
That's what every girl should know, if she wants to catch a beau
They danced with her and gave her advice on how to impress a man, which she was far from doing so. She was only twelve and Popsicle would have no boys running around the estate until she was at least eighteen. Even by then, it was hoped she would be at Shiz, despite the moments she had of less than impressive intelligence.
Dance feminine
Glance feminine
Act shy and sigh feminine
Compliment his masculinity
That's what every girl should know, if she wants to catch a beauIf he should choose to tell a joke
Let him do the talking
Med adore good listeners
Laugh, but not too loudly (Haha)
Galinda followed as they led her around the decorated room, absorbing everything they told her and quickly complying. Her blonde curls were pulled back at the sides with matching pink clips. The weather was on the colder side, so her rose pink dress had long sleeves, but its full skirt went to just below her knees. She spun in circles of girlish delight, but was stopped abruptly by a tap on her shoulder by the cane Ama Clutch held. Her dress wrapped itself tightly around her legs. She pulled at it stealthily (or so she thought) and got a disappointed look from Momsie. They carried on with their teachings.
Be radiant, but delicate
Memorize the rules of etiquette
Be demure, sweet and pure
Hide the real you
You must look feminine
Dress feminine
You're at your best feminine
Emphasize your femininity
That's what every girl should know
Femininity, femininity
That's the way to catch a beau
At Kiamo Ko, the governess had absolutely had it. How could there be so many little girls underfoot, and a boy as well, who terrorized her every waking—and sometimes sleeping—hour be contained in a tribal stronghold? After coming into her room to find a broken porcelain doll scattered across the floor of her room and a mouse in the bedclothes she couldn't take it. Before Cerlissa was a governess she had made some money making up tunes on the spot. The urge to make up a scornful tune against little girls forced its way from her red painted lips.
Little girls
Little girls
Everywhere I turn I can see them
Little girls
Little girls
Some women are dripping with emeralds
Some women are dripping with pearls
Lucky me! Lucky me!
Look at what I'm dripping withWith all the nuts and the squirrels
There I'll stay
Until the prohibition of
Little girls.
Night and day
I eat, sleep and breathe them
I'm an ordinary woman
With feelings
I'd like a man to nibble on my ear
But I'll admit no man has bit
So how come I'm the mother of the year?
Little cheeks
Little teeth
Everything around me is little
If I wring
Little necks
Surely I will get an acquittal
Little girls
How I hate
Little shoes
Little socks
And each little bloomer
I'd have cracked
Years ago
If it weren't for my
Sense of humor
Some day
I'll step on their freckles
Some night
I'll straighten their curls
Send a flood
Send the flu
Anything that You can do
To little girls
Some day I'll land in the nut house
A/N- So, watcha think. This idea came to me as I was listening to the random music I have, which includes musicals I've been in and old Disney movies, and no, the first song is not from a Disney movie. Please review!
