You know the drill: Drake & Josh characters do not belong to me. The Wicked songs and concepts don't belong to me. All the songs were written by Stephen Schwartz. The line "Are you a good witch or a bad witch?" is spoken by Glinda in the Wizard of Oz movie. That's not mine either.
Okay. Let's learn more about these two girls, shall we?
Drake and Shelly were in rehearsal for "As Long as You're Mine" on Tuesday at lunch. Shelly sang really well he thought. He had decided to try complimenting her when they finished. They went through the song the first half of the lunch period. Halfway through, Greg walked in.
"Alright," said Mrs. Lane. "That's enough. I need to work with Greg now."
Drake and Shelly gathered their things and left the choir room. They were both headed to the cafeteria and Drake finally spoke.
"You know, you sing really well," said Drake.
"Thanks," said Shelly. "You're alright. I wouldn't expect much out of a rocker though."
"Wait, what's that supposed to mean?"
"What are you doing in this play Parker? I know very well that you're not the Broadway type."
"Okay, maybe I started for not so good reasons, but now, I actually like it."
"Yeah right."
"No look, I've realized something. No matter what music you do, you need to respect the other genres too. Especially since a lot of them can tie together. I just wish it hadn't taken me so long to figure that out."
"Rock and roll is poison to the mind."
"Hey, I actually learned something from this, which is pretty surprising, and you're turning it all around."
"I don't see how that music can be entertaining."
"Hey," said Drake.
"I'm outta here," said Shelly.
Drake looked confused as he slid into a chair next to Josh in the cafeteria. What was with that girl?
Drake was still puzzling over Shelly as he rehearsed with Lea the next day. He had to admit, Lea was pretty good too. If only Shelly would be civil though. Lea didn't have much to sing in this song, but she had some parts with Shelly later in the song, which they were rehearsing on Mondays. Drake and Lea finished their rehearsal as Hewitt and Shelly walked in. They both gave Drake a glare. Drake returned the glare toward Hewitt. He and Lea packed and left. They walked silently down the hall. He wondered why Shelly hated him just because he was in a rock band, and why couldn't Hewitt get over himself?
"You're still kinda upset about him taking your song at the talent show aren't you?" asked Lea.
"Huh?" asked Drake, shocked that Lea had spoken to him. She normally only did when they read lines. Otherwise, he didn't notice her much. "Oh, Hewitt? Yeah, well, I wasn't happy. How'd you know it was my song?"
"Oh, I heard you practicing it with your band at the Premiere the day Hewitt bugged you about it. Then I heard him and his friends sing it at the talent show."
"Wait, you hang out at the Premiere?"
"Sometimes, when my cousin comes to town. Otherwise, I don't have friends to hang out with there." She knew she sounded like a loser to him. Now, he knew she was even more of a loner.
The truth was, no one knew why Lea was a loner. She was very pretty and extremely talented. Why was she alone all the time? Ever since she had moved to San Diego before freshman year she was scared that people wouldn't like her, so she didn't talk to anyone. As a result, she didn't have many friends. Only some from her middle school. She hated herself for it. Especially when she had first seen Drake. He had never noticed her. He was a sophomore first of all. She was just a freshman. He would never look in her direction. When she became a sophomore, her odds of him casting her a glance were better, but she wasn't popular or social, so he never noticed her. Now he knew who she was and he didn't seem to care much. She knew he liked Shelly. That had been obvious to her. Guys always liked Shelly.
"So," said Drake. "Is Hewitt always...Hewitt?"
"Yes," she laughed. "He thinks he's leader of the guys in choir. I had to sing with him last year. It was annoying. He kept stopping because he claimed I was singing wrong. Hah, he was singing in the wrong key."
"I noticed you don't miss notes."
"Uh, no, not really. I learned to sight read music early, and my ear was always pretty good, so I haven't had much trouble with pitch lately." She was worried she was coming across as show-offy. "...but when I started it was a mess. I hit the wrong notes everywhere."
"I guess it does take practice. That's why my band practices every chance they get."
"I can tell. You guys are good."
"You've heard my band?" asked Drake.
"A few times," replied Lea, blushing slightly.
They reached the cafeteria. Lea was disappointed. Once they walked through those doors Drake would ignore her and meet up with his popular friends. She wished that even Josh would talk to her, while he wasn't completely good with Drake's friends, she knew he was trying and they were making an effort to put up with him while Drake tried to make him cool. She knew Josh was nice and would normally talk to anyone. He had just never spoken to her. She headed toward her little corner of the cafeteria where she always ate alone. She sighed and wished for someone to notice her.
Aww. Okay, Drake's a blind idiot in this story...but I still love him anyway.