Disclaimer: As much as Idina Menzel and Kristin Chenoweth rock, I do not own their rights or that of WICKED...I wish I did...here ya go...
Chapter 5
Glinda began her way back to Elphaba's castle but below, in the Emerald City, there was quite an uproar.
"It's the Wicked Witch! Look! Up in the sky!" shouted one Ozian.
"It's true, she hasn't melted!" cried another.
"Dear Oz! Please help us!"
"We must shoot her down!" one suggested.
Glinda began to hear the cries and screams of fear and decided to make a quick descent.
"She's heading this way! Quick! Run!"
Glinda tried to perfect her landing but failed when she crashed into yet another bush. "Oz Almighty, if I could just get my landing right!"
An Ozian peeked out of a window and shouted, "It's alright everyone, it's only Glinda!" One by one the citizens of Oz crept out of their hiding places.
A young Munchkin boy approached Glinda and asked, "Glinda, why do you frighten us by riding that broom? Where is your bubble?"
Glinda thought of saying, "Good question" but kept it back. Instead she looked around at the flabbergasted crowd and said, "I am just borrowing this from a friend." She laughed. "Bubble travel is so outdated."
The elder citizens seemed to laugh in agreement and were satisfied, but the same Munchkin boy asked, "Isn't that the Wicked Witch's broom?"
Glinda began to panic, "Why no you silly boy. Don't you know the Wicked Witch is dead?" she responded.
Again the citizens laughed in agreement but the boy still didn't seem very satisfied. "Didn't you once admit you were the Wicked Witch's friend?"
A bead of sweat went down Glinda's brow. She couldn't help but think how disgusting she now felt. "Little boy, the Wicked Witch is dead. And even if she wasn't it doesn't mean I couldn't use her broom. This broom is simply that of a friend from Winkie Country."
This statement seemed to satisfy the boy finally and so he quieted.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to bring this book to a witch." she said, without realizing it.
"The Wicked Witch?" the boy began.
"Yes-No! Nno nno no!"
"Then it's true," one Ozian began, "The Wicked Witch really is still alive!"
"We must bolt our doors! We mustn't let our children outside!" some women shouted.
"You must understand, I, wouldn't lie to you. And the Wicked Witch is not still alive!" Glinda was in trouble now. How was she going to get out of it? "Please, let me be on my way. I have another friend in need." She said, trying to reason with them.
The citizens looked at her a bit skeptically but let her pass to her broom. The boy however, was curious and when Glinda left the ground on her broom, he trailed after her.
Chapter 5
Glinda began her way back to Elphaba's castle but below, in the Emerald City, there was quite an uproar.
"It's the Wicked Witch! Look! Up in the sky!" shouted one Ozian.
"It's true, she hasn't melted!" cried another.
"Dear Oz! Please help us!"
"We must shoot her down!" one suggested.
Glinda began to hear the cries and screams of fear and decided to make a quick descent.
"She's heading this way! Quick! Run!"
Glinda tried to perfect her landing but failed when she crashed into yet another bush. "Oz Almighty, if I could just get my landing right!"
An Ozian peeked out of a window and shouted, "It's alright everyone, it's only Glinda!" One by one the citizens of Oz crept out of their hiding places.
A young Munchkin boy approached Glinda and asked, "Glinda, why do you frighten us by riding that broom? Where is your bubble?"
Glinda thought of saying, "Good question" but kept it back. Instead she looked around at the flabbergasted crowd and said, "I am just borrowing this from a friend." She laughed. "Bubble travel is so outdated."
The elder citizens seemed to laugh in agreement and were satisfied, but the same Munchkin boy asked, "Isn't that the Wicked Witch's broom?"
Glinda began to panic, "Why no you silly boy. Don't you know the Wicked Witch is dead?" she responded.
Again the citizens laughed in agreement but the boy still didn't seem very satisfied. "Didn't you once admit you were the Wicked Witch's friend?"
A bead of sweat went down Glinda's brow. She couldn't help but think how disgusting she now felt. "Little boy, the Wicked Witch is dead. And even if she wasn't it doesn't mean I couldn't use her broom. This broom is simply that of a friend from Winkie Country."
This statement seemed to satisfy the boy finally and so he quieted.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to bring this book to a witch." she said, without realizing it.
"The Wicked Witch?" the boy began.
"Yes-No! Nno nno no!"
"Then it's true," one Ozian began, "The Wicked Witch really is still alive!"
"We must bolt our doors! We mustn't let our children outside!" some women shouted.
"You must understand, I, wouldn't lie to you. And the Wicked Witch is not still alive!" Glinda was in trouble now. How was she going to get out of it? "Please, let me be on my way. I have another friend in need." She said, trying to reason with them.
The citizens looked at her a bit skeptically but let her pass to her broom. The boy however, was curious and when Glinda left the ground on her broom, he trailed after her.