Anne
Elphaba had somehow acquired flesh-coloured make-up, and to Fiyero's disappointment, she now looked normal. He accepted that this new world required her to look as normal as possible, but he didn't have to like it.
And now she was filling out something called a "job application". Fiyero shook his head.
"Yero, what's my name?"
"What?!?"
"I'll need a new name. Elphaba'll attract too much attention."
"I don't know, Anne?"
"Yes, okay. Anne it is."
"Where are you going to work, anyway?"
"Somewhere called Broadway. There's a play called 'Wicked'."
Fiyero suddenly had a very bad feeling about this.