I call this just the PRE-THANK GOODNESS oneshot. I am creative.

Sorry it's been so long since I've updated. I HAVE NO TIME LATELY.

"Glinda, are you sure you want to present to the crowd? You look awfully down," said the Wizard. Glinda avoided eye contact, and uneasily nodded. Not too long ago, Glinda's best friend was decreed "wicked" and fled the land as a fugitive. Glinda had almost gone with her, but Glinda couldn't resist fame, and she certainly did not want to be a fugitive. So she stayed, and didn't want to call her bestie wicked.

"I'll be fine," Glinda uneasily replied. She had an hour to prepare. Then the party! She squealed inside, but nervousness filled her. Did Fiyero really love her? The past month, he never seemed interested in Glinda, just in finding Elphaba, the "Wicked Witch." Glinda knew Fiyero and Elphaba were never good friends… or… or were they? Glinda was so uncertain, but she wanted to be with Fiyero. He was cute, kind, and she could be smarter than him. That was a [plus. And, after today, he'd really be hers. I hope, Glinda thought, Oh, Fiyero, she shunned the thought, but knew it to be true, doesn't love me. Glinda hated the idea, but could definitely find evidence of it.

"So, Elphaba Thropp's wicked and I'm now Oz's public figure," Glinda awkward said to herself, "why Elphie might as well be a murderer. She's different, sure, but wicked?" Elphie, oohhhhh Elphie… Glinda didn't dare think of what could be happening to Elphaba. So Glinda walked away from the Wizard to the Palace Restrooms, the one that was open to all staff. She had expected it to be empty (so she could give herself a pep talk) but Madame Morrible was fixing her makeup inside. Glinda wished she hadn't seen that.

"Glinda! Oh dear, aren't you excited?"

"Thrillified. Um, I came to give myself a little pep talk, but I can-"

"No, one, I shall leave. I understand that you need privacy," and with that Madame Morrible began to clean up.

"Thank you Madame," Glinda said, sitting down on the couch that was inside the restroom (she'd always questioned its purpose). Once Madame Morrible left, Glinda looked at herself in the mirror. She was perfect, the magic sparkles delicately laid on her skin like emerald snowflakes. "I can't believe this is really happening…" She smiled, but still couldn't get her mind off of Elphaba. Elphaba was still out there and definitely wasn't safe. I need to listen to some music. Glinda, distressed, moved out of the bathroom and found her bedroom which had a grand piano inside. She sat down, and played for about half an hour. It was such a good way to get her mind off of the crap that her life was.

It wasn't long until she knew she had to go out to the balcony and speak to the crowd. Glinda's breaths were short and nervous, that was for sure. Elphie, I'm so sorry… she thought dreadingly as she walked onto the balcony. This should never have happened. You should've been here. Glinda immediately realized something. Elphie won't be at the wedding. She screamed in her head, a mix of anger and fright. But Glinda continued with her fake smile, and was ready.

"You ready dear?" Fiyero asked her.

"Ready as always, hun."