Hey everybody! Well, I am OFFICIALLY FREE! Spring break has just started and I am ready to update! Thanks to harryrulesmyworld, topazchick08, Periphery, MysteriousReviewer, dittogrrl, strayphoenix, and Sokai for reviewing! I just got THE most amazing idea for a W.I.T.C.H. story, but I need to finish this one first. So here's Chapter 4!
By the way, topazchick08, I (unfortunately) didn't write the songs. The one Hay Lin & Taranee sang is called "One Short Day" and Cornelia and Irma sang "What is This Feeling?" and they're both from the musical Wicked. Strayphoenix, I got tickets online for Broadway in my city, not Broadway for real.
Disclaimer: I don't own W.I.T.C.H. or Wicked.
Chapter 4
So If You Care To Cast Me
Taranee Cook had to take off her glasses and rub them at least three times to make sure she wasn't seeing things, things like Will Vandom. Sitting outside of school. At six o' clock in the morning. When school started at eight.
"Um, Will? Did your alarm clock go off too early again? I told you to ask it why it insists on waking you up just to–"
Will sighed, heaving herself up from the ground and managing to lift her heavy head, her tired, dead eyes meeting Taranee's sparkling ones. "No," she said, shifting her backpack from one shoulder to the other. "It wasn't my alarm clock, it was just…well…"
"Nervous about seeing the cast list? That's my job," she teased. "Don't worry about it. After that workout Matt gave you, you probably got all the parts."
Will smiled, leaning back against the wall and putting a hand to her head. "No, I'm not worried about that…much. I was just thinking about…us. Ever since Irma gave up her powers, I've been worried that…that we aren't going to be the same team anymore. The Heart's been acting weird lately. That's why I was up so late. It felt like I was losing power, only it wasn't my own. It's feeling the loss, Tara. The Heart knows a part of it is gone…and if it stays gone…I…I don't know what I'm gonna do," she whispered, burying her head in her hands.
Taranee pulled Will's hands from her face and lifted her head so their eyes met. "Will, just because you're our leader doesn't mean that everything is your fault. This wasn't something any of us could control. Irma did what she had to do, and she'll do it again, no problem."
"I wish I could believe you," Will murmured. "I just…Phobos might've been our first mission, but he isn't going to be our last. Something else is just waiting to strike, and when it does…we're gonna need Irma. She just might not be there…"
"Will, look at me. We've saved our vest friend from being killed by her psycho brother. We've rescued an entire world from an egocentric power-tripper. We–"
"You've just got so many great names for him, don't you?" Will asked, shaking her head.
"My point is," Taranee continued. "We've done the impossible so many times before. Who says we can't do it again?"
Will looked up and smiled. "I guess I can't be the first," she said. "Now c'mon. Let's go see if those voice lessons paid off."
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"C'mon Irma, Ms. Kelly said it'd be up by now!" Hay Lin charged through the hallways of Sheffield Institute, Irma trailing behind her, still in shock over the A+ she'd gotten on her geography quiz. The girls skidded the a halt next to Cornelia, who was pulling her hair out of a ponytail as she craned her neck to try and see the cast list over the crowd of students gathered around the drama board.
"Are we late?" Will asked, faced flushed, a panting Taranee coming up behind her.
"No, you're right on time," Hay Lin answered, elbowing her way past Martin Tubbs and his troop of Happy Bears. "What took you guys, anyway? You look like you ran to Metamoor and back."
"Yeah, well, you see Uriah with a bunch of water balloons and tell me you'd stay and try to fight him."
As student after student walked away cheering or tearing up, the girls stomachs began to turn as the plain black print of the cast list grew clearer and clearer. And after a deep breath or three, Cornelia and Hay Lin stepped up and scanned for the group's names.
Sheffield Institute's 25th Annual Spring Musical
Wicked
Main Cast List
Glinda-Cornelia Hale
Witch's Father-Martin Tubbs
Witch's Mother-Courtney Grumper
Midwife-Bess Grumper
Elphaba-Irma Lair
Nessarose-Hay Lin
Boq-Eric Lyndon
Madame Morrible-Will Vandom
Doctor Dillamond-Joel Phoenix
Fiyero-Matt Olsen
Ozian Official-Martin Tubbs
The Wonderful Wizard of Oz-Nigel Ashcroft
Chistery-Martin Tubbs
Ensemble-Taranee Cook, Uriah Dunn, Stephanie Crysel, Roland Everett, Garrett Camber, Tina Lovett, Conner Smith, Natalie Lewis, Gina Camber, Larry Gilman, Rachel Lyman, Chris Wyden, Gabrielle Valdese, Lynette Whitman, Michael Tarver
"We're going to play sisters!" Hay Lin squealed, throwing her arms around Irma's neck. The brunette just smiled, relief at being cast washing over her…until she double-checked who was playing her love interest. Her head snapped over towards Will, who just smiled at the fearful look on her friend's face.
"Just don't start crushing on my scarecrow," she said with a wink before turning to congratulate Cornelia.
As everyone started comparing roles, Ms. Kelly stepped out of the auditorium, heaving a pile of packets along with her. "Okay everyone, settle down. First, congratulations to all who tried out and those that made the cut. Would everyone who did please come forward and take a packet. It includes rehearsal schedules, costume and makeup instructions, song lyrics, and your script. Anyone signing up for the tech crew or props and makeup, meet me in my office after seventh period. Everyone else, scan your scripts tonight and be ready for a table read on Thursday."
After Hay Lin had skipped up to Ms. Kelly and grabbed five packets, the girls started off for sixth period, while visions of Ozians danced in their heads.
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"I'M MELTING! I'M MELTING!" Irma shook her head with a smile as she read over the near-end scene, eyes glued to the page and not paying any attention to where she was walking.
How ironic, she thought, that my dear character's demise is what I so desperately need to live. Irma sighed, flipping the page over and scanning Glinda's reaction to the tragic end of the Wicked Witch of the West.
It's not like I can't go on without it, she thought on, aimlessly zigzagging through a hallway. It's just that…I don't want to. Her eyes, still getting used to contacts, flew over the lyrics of the show's grand finale, and the words began to find their way out of her mouth. "Who can say if I've been changed for the better but, because I knew you…"
And before she could sing anymore, the sensation of slamming head-on into a brick wall shot up and down her figure, eyes on the tiled white floor instead of blackened plain print.
Irma looked up, rage in her eyes, and before she could explode about just how careless the person lying next to her was, she found herself looking into the pale brown eyes of Matt Olsen, also known as the object of her leader's every affection.
"That's some voice you've got on you," he said, standing up and offering her a hand. "You might just be better than me."
"Might?" Irma teased, taking his hand and letting him lift her off the floor. "I'd say I passed your skill level twenty-five musicals ago, Mr. Scarecrow."
"We'll see," he said simply. "Hey, my band needs a girl to sing backup for our next track. Think you'd be interested, Ms. Wicked Witch?"
"When and where?"
"Tonight, seven thirty, my garage. Bring those killer pipes." And with a wave, he walked out the door to the bike rack. And as Irma bent down to pick up her papers, she couldn't help but think, So much for today being lame.
Yay, another chapter done! I thought it'd be good to add some Will & Taranee stuff in there, so I did. This story will have some more of the other girls than the last one did, just an FYI. The cast list is mostly characters from the books, though I did make up the last thirteen ensemble people (the list is in the actual format of the Wicked Playbill, so it's accurate) Okay then, you know what to do! 20 reviews & I'll update!
