Chapter 10: Well, there's this airplane…
Galinda's packing list:
*Shoes, pink, high heeled, many
*dresses, every shade (just not black), and every length
*accessories, many
*bags, pink, designer, and many
Fiyero's packing list:
*enough clothes to never have to wear the same outfit twice in seven years
*the season of Happy in found in the basement
*all those cool shoes I found in the basement
*spare smoothies from the smoothie tree
Elphaba's packing list:
*four black dresses
*two pairs of black boots
*six books on earth from the library
Taylor's packing list:
*seventeen pairs of shoes, heels, boots, ect.
*fifteen set of outfits ranging in favorite colors
*two books from library
Brandi's packing list:
*books
*books
*books
*I suppose some clothes too
Meg's packing list:
*the Chap's computer
*books
*shoes (heels especially)
*clothes (enough to last a while)
*books
*more of these wonderful bags that hold everything and weigh nothing
*books
Our last day on the Island made of cake: a screen play by Mark Cohen
Mark (voice over): Well, it's our last day on the island made of cake!
[Camera pans across the Villa's kitchen]
Meg (watching him voice over): What are you doing?
Mark (voice over because I'm holding the camera): documenting our last day on the island!
Meg: oh, okay.
[camera watches her leave room]
[camera pans left to Summer who is doing something with food]
Mark: I'm here with Summer, what are you doing Summer?
Summer: I'm getting some food for the trip back.
Mark: and are you excited to go back?
Summer: yeah, I am happy to go home, but I think I'll miss this weird island. It's been a nice vacation.
Mark: yeah.
Summer: what about you? Are you happy to go back to- hey, I just realized I don't know where you're from! Where are you from?
Mark: Oh, I'm from New York City.
Summer (laughing): Center of the universe!
Mark: Times are shitty!
Summer (appalled): WHAT?
Mark: oh hee hee, I should… yeah.
[camera bobbles as I walk into the guys' room]
[Camera pans around guys' room]
Mark: almost done packing?
Lane (not paying attention): yeah.
Hank: would you be a nice fellow and pass me that hat?
Micheal: the one with the feather?
Hank: That'd be the one!
Fiyero (running in): I FOUND A SEASON OF HAPPY!
Brad (turning to Fiyero): GLEE!
Fiyero: What I said!
[Camera bobbles as I move to the girls' room]
Mark: HELLO LADIES!
Galinda: AAAHHHHH!
Elphaba: Gali, it's just Mark. Your BOYFRIEND.
Galinda: oh [waves] Hi Marky!
Mark: Hi! [waves back, shaking camera accidentally]
Brandi: what are you doing?
Mark: documenting our LAST DAY EVER on the island!
Renee: Cool!
Mark: wow, Taylor [zooms in on Taylor's things] that's a lot of shoes
Taylor: I guess… It's just seventeen pairs… not counting dance shoes…
Meg: I LOVE these bags! They fit, like, everything and they don't get heavy! I can bring SO MANY BOOKS! AND SHOES!
Brandi: BOOKS!
Carl (in doorway): You girls ready? Oh, Hi Mark.
Mark: Hi Carl.
Brandi: yeah, we're ready!
[Camera bobbles as I follow every one out onto the makeshift airstrip]
[Camera pans across the airstrip]
Amelia: Ever one ready?
Meg (grabbing computer): Just sec!
Lane (looking at me): hey, turn that off!
Hello, Meg here again. The skies are clear today and the sun is bright, it's the perfect day to go for a spin in Amelia's newly constructed airplane. It's been about a week since the whole run in with the pirates and we've spend the time in between a) dancing, b) sleeping, or c) kissing.
It's been a busy week. NOT. Any way, we're about to take off in Amelia's airplane. Every one packed a bag from the Basement-Of-Amazing-Clothes and we're ready.
Imagine what people will say when a green girl, a Cheno look-alike, and Amelia Earhart show up via airplane talking of a island made of cake! We'll all be committed! Haha!
Taylor: Meg, come on, we have to go!
Meg: Coming!
Good times good times. I think I might miss this island. Oh well, Amelia's ready to take off now, so here we go!
Hey there! Summer here! Read all about our next adventure- IN SPACE!- in the story Confusion and Dancing: LOST IN SPACE! But until then, keep dancing! ~Summer Jacobson
Woo! That was by far the longest story I've ever written! Over 20500 words!
This makes me wonder how ever am I going to do NaNoWriMo, but I will not dwell on that now, what matters is I FINISHED CONFUSION AND DANCING! And I'm gearing up for the sequel! Confusion and Dancing: LOST IN SPACE! How exciting is that?
Anyway, I totally couldn't have written this without the real-life Taylor and Brandi. We came up with this at 4am while at Brandi's for a sleep over. "If you were stuck on a island, who would you want stuck with you?" we asked. (okay, I asked) The answer was simple: us, our dance teacher, her husband, our crushes, Elphaba Thropp and entourage, Rain, Liz Sutton, Brandi's brother Hank (only to dance with Liz), and Joe Solomon! Duh! "And," we said, "how cool would it be if it was a deserted DESSERT island?"
(We also said a lot of other things that night, including "Happy happy duck duck duck blue square!" and "Maybe [Renee] took a idiot test and died. Ask her if she took an idiot test and died!" but it was 4am so you really shouldn't judge) (I'm also going to point out that this is a really long author's note but I'm typing this on my word doc at 1am in the morning. This is the cause of my ramblings. But hey, I finished the darn story!)
I'd also like to thank every one who reviewed: CommingAndGoingByBubble/BlackSwan101, Jamie Jazz, Brandi/LRose000, Taylor, For all I know You Are Me, Broadway Babe WA, Yero and Fae, and Bookworm001! Smoothies and cupcakes to all of you!
THE LAST DISCLAIMER: I don't own Wicked, RENT, The Gallagher Girls, Jack Sparrow, Spamalot, Glee, any of the sings anyone sung (Except for the toast and pizza ones), Taylor, Michael, Brandi, Brad, Renee, and Ryan. Also anything I'm forgetting to mention; you get the idea.
Don't sue, make cookies instead. And then send me some. (I like cookies)
Brandi: SO DO I!
Summer: ME TOO!
Jedi Annie Scrambler: Oh-Kay, that's enough sugar for you two!