"Oh my goodness! I'm going to be the lead part!" Rose gasped.

"WHAT?! Ensemble?! What an insult! They don't deserve such a fatal beauty as old Elphaba! Umph," Dotti cried indignantly. I sense a fight about to happen, the author thought to herself looking at Fiyero, Galinda, and Boq.

"Really? I'm going to be Glinda? I...I ...never thought . . . " Cornflower blushed.

"A villain? Whose idea was that?" Constance boomed. The author looked at her friend who was sheepishly grinning at her.

"Uhh Not mine!"

"Wait! Hold on! If I'm Nessa and Matthias is Boq, then . . . EWWWW!!! I have a crush on my father in law! That's just wrong!" Tess squeaked.

"Not in Arkansas it isn't. But you wouldn't understand that. Any way it's called acting," the author laughed at her own joke.

"Eww, eww, and double eww!" Tess whispered. (No, I do not own Cyberchase).

"Oh my God! Am I reading that right? Badrang who, let me remind you, KILLED ME is my father? Are you serious? Well at least I'm not really related to him . . . but STILL!" Rose cried.

"Too bad for you!" the author said.

"But wait . . . my real father is . . . that RAT!!! EWWWWWWWWWWW!!! Eww . . . eww . . . and TRIPLE eww!" Rose screamed.

"SILENCE! Now on with rehearsals. We will be rehearsing No One Mourns the Wicked first. I need citizens of Oz, Glinda, Father, Mother, and Midwife. The delegated people went on stage. "Now I need the flying monkeys." They stepped forward. "Now, act like flying monkeys." Chaos ensued, with feathers flying and a lot of squawking. "STOP! Do this." The author demonstrated. "Better. GLINDA!!!"

"Yes?" Cornflower answered from the wings.

"Get in the bubble!"

"What bubble?"

"The Glinda Bubble!"

"There isn't one back here."

"What? Let me see!" The author stormed backstage. There was no bubble. Just a mess on the floor. "WHERE'S MY BUBBLE??"

"Umm . . . well . . . uh . . . " some sheepish stagehands said.

"WELL?"

"It hasn't arrived yet . . . "

"Oh . . . well then . . . Just pretend Cornflower. Ok! Places everyone!" The ensemble scrambled to their circle. "PLAY THE MUSIC!!" Screams were heard backstage as the music blasted. "Oh it's just the music!" The 'monkeys' swung down and hopped around. The sets moved to reveal a disheveled group with ribbons.

"GOOD NEWS!" The ensemble more shouted than sang. "SHE'S DEAD!!" The author covered her ears. "THE WITCH OF THE WEST IS DEAD!!"

"STOP!" the author screeched using conductor arms. "Please try to sing! Not screech! Again from ensemble!" The ensemble tripped over each other trying to sing.

"Author, who's gonna say, 'Look! It's Glinda!'?" Dotti asked.

"Umm . . . Basil."

"Yippee! Ok . . . Look! It's Glinda!" Cornflower entered doing a Miss America wave in her imaginary bubble.

"Fellow Ozians," she said in a breathy voice. Sam snickered uncontrollably at her opera like singing until his mother cuffed his ear.

"Ok stop. Now, . . . what is so funny Sam?" the author asked impatiently.

"Nuh-nuh-nothing! Haheehaheehee!"

"Ok well . . . anyway now I will assign singing lines. 'No one mourns the wicked', Mattimeo; 'No one cried they won't return', Celandine; 'A good man scorns the wicked', Tim; 'Through their lives our children learn', Sister May, Mrs. Churchmouse, and Jess. Go!" The rest went well enough. Slightly chaotic, but well enough. Badrang fell on his face trying to dance, Redtooth stepped on Mrs. Churchmouse's paws while dancing and the bed didn't come out the right way.

"I NEED ROSE AND MATTHIAS AND TESS! Everyone who's not in Dear Old Shiz, leave!"

"Here!" Rose, Matthias, and Tess waved.

"Ok . . . MUSIC!!" Dear Old Shiz was good, except Cornflower fell off her packages and almost got run over. And Badrang forgot to bring Tess out.

"I NEED MADAME MORRIBLE!!" Constance came out. "Ok! Wizard and I! MUSIC!!" Constance began to sing. When Cornflower pretended to faint, the students around her failed to catch her and she almost fell on her back until Matthias dashed to the rescue.

"PAY ATTENTION PEOPLE!" he thundered. Rose's solo went brilliantly. She was a magnificent singer.

"Ok I need Cornflower, Rose, and the students. Remember, Cornflower and Rose, you frankly . . . loathe each other. You can't stand the sight of each other. Cornflower, you think she's a nerd and a weirdo. Rose, you think she's an annoying, blonde, spoiled brat. And students, you think everything Cornflower thinks and you worship her. PLACES! MUSIC!!" It went well. The loathing looked very realistic. Maybe . . . too realistic . . . and Sam, Tim, and Matti missed their entrance. It was the end of the day's work. Not too chaotic. Yet.