The day started with a lesson in ballroom dancing. Martin was not happy about this.
"Why is it that my character is always dancing?" he asked, "Does he think he's Fred Astaire or something?"
"I don't know. Probably because the Scarecrow does a lot of dancing in the Wizard of Oz," the author shrugged.
"Humph," he grumped. After dancing lessons, they needed Cluny and Rose. The Oz Head had arrived (thank goodness!). Rose started on stage. Cluny tap-danced in. The author face palmed. Cluny was screaming as usual.
"THE REASON EVERYONE COMES TO THE WIZARD! TO GET THEIR HEART'S DESIRE!" he screeched. Rose winced and continued,
"I don't want anything from you," she said scornfully. Cluny began to screech again, but the author stopped him.
"Cluny, please stop screaming. We can all hear you," the author said soothingly.
"BUT . . . BUT . . . I . . . LIKE SCREAMING!" he stuttered and then began to cry.
"Cluny, stop crying. If it makes you happy, yell. I guess," the author said. Rose was trying not to laugh. Cluny began to sing. Loudly. And badly. He started to tap-dance again. The author allowed it this time. At least he was tapping to the beat. But then he began to experiment with jazz. It was a little much, but the author didn't want another outburst.
"A MAN'S CALLED A TRAITOR," he yelled while started to pop and lock, "OR LIBERATOR." He was getting down! The author facepalmed. It was creepy. She looked up. Now he was attempting the moonwalk.
"THEY CALL ME . . . WONDERFUL! SO I AM WONDERFUL! IN FACT, IT'S SO MUCH WHO I AM IT'S PART OF MY NAME! AND WITH MY HELP, YOU CAN BE THE SAME!!" he yelled. And then he started doing tombe pad de bourree, glissade, grand jete. It became too much for the author. He's insulting ballet! The author thought.
"STOP! Cluny! You can kind of dance, but no hip-hop or ballet! Ok?" the author said.
"BUT . . . " His lip quivered.
"Ok, ok, ok. Just keep it to a minimum," the author reasoned. Rose stared at him as he was doing port de bras while walking with her. It went well. Until the monkeys were supposed to come out. They didn't come out.
"MONKEYS!" the author yelled. They came out and started hopping around a bit. "Fly and jump and stuff! Don't just stand there!" They knocked into each other trying to fly. "Ugg," the author groaned. Martin came in. He and Rose looked very realistic. It was nice. Cornflower was perfect at being heartbroken. She began to sing.
"I'm not that . . . girl . . . " she sang sadly.
"AUTHOR!" A yell was heard backstage.
"Yes?"
"Where's the lantern?" Martin's head peeped from behind the curtain.
"METHUSELAH!! LANTERN!!"
"Uh? Oh ur uh . . . I think it's in here . . . but it might be over there . . . "He dived into a really huge pile. They went on without it. Ros and Martin were so sweet together. The author sighed. It was beautiful. They were blushing, but kept on going. Their voices sounded great together. Everyone watching who was a girl . . . or a girly man . . . sighed.
"How romantic!" Cornflower sighed, glancing at her husband scornfully.
"What is it?" Martin asked.
"Nothing . . . it's just . . . for the first time . . . I feel . . . Wicked!" Rose answered. Every girl and girly man watching sighed very deeply as the two kneeled lip-locked.
"Ewwwwwwwwww!" a little voice said. It was baby Rollo.
"Awwwwwwwwww!" all the girls and girly men squeaked.
"I have to agree with him," the more . . . manly creatures said.
"Ok now I need Cornflower and Rose," the author said, snapping out of her daydream. Cornflower and Rose were so funny as they started to catfight. Martin didn't come in. "Martin?" the author asked.
"There's no rope back here," he replied.
"STAGEHANDS! FASTEN THE ROPE OR ELSE!!" she yelled. The stagehands leapt up and dashed to go fasten the rope. Martin got on and swung. Or at least attempted to. He fell off. Everyone on stage fell into fits of hysterical laughter. Martin, who was fuming, indignantly got back on and tried again, this time succeeding. They continued with the occasional giggle. When Martin was carried off, Rose went hysterical.
"FIYEROOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" she yelled as loud as she could. She chanted with passion. She was wild. The author was almost scared of her.
"No good deed goes unpunished! No act of charity goes unnnresented! NO good deed goes unpunished, that's my new creeeeeeed!" she sang fervidly with a temper. But then she went softly down.
"Nessa . . . Dr. Dillamond . . . Fiyero . . . FIIIIYYYEEEEEERRRROOOOOOO!!!" She went from soft to wild and crazy again. "Was I really seeking good?" She imitated Cornflower. "Or just seeking attention? Is that all good deeds are when looked at with an ice cold eyeee?" She imitated Margaret Hamilton with her own twist. She was insane! "ALL RIGHT ENOUGH SO BE IT!" she yelled, "So be it then. Let all Oz be agreed I'm WICKED through and through" she said evilly, "'Cause I cannot succeed, Fiyero, saving you," she sang in a hurt voice. "I promise no good deed, will I attempt, to do agaaaiin EVER agaiiiin!" she sang wickedly. Wildly, she sang her last notes.
"No Good Deed, will I doooooo . . .agaaaaaaaiiiiiin!!" She finished by flinging her arms up. The author stood up and cheered.
"Brilliant! Brilliant!" she beamed. Rose blushed. "What a performance!"
My 'No Good Deed' descriptions are based on the amazing Alexia Khadime. Look her up and you'll see why this is her best song. Almost the end! :( I should add descriptions for Popular . . . I'll see. This is really chapter 7 even though earlier it was chapter 6... I missed out my real chapter 6...:)
