Finally it was an ensemble scene. They got together with their . . . interesting weapons. Some of Cluny's horde had to be relieved of them as a precautionary measure.

"I want Mrs. Churchmouse to say 'Good fortune Witch Hunters!' and I want Mattimeo to say 'Kill the Witch!'," the author said to a disheveled crowd. They got to their positions. The music started. Again they didn't check their volume.

"GO! AND HUNT HER! AND FIND HER! AND KILL HER!" they screamed.

"STOP! Stop screaming! You're worse than Cluny!" the author yelled.

"HEY!" Cluny pouted from the wings. They continued. A light shined on where Matthias should have been.

"Matthias!" the author yelled. No answer.

"Matthias!" the author and Cornflower yelled. No answer

"MATTHIAS!" everyone yelled. Matthias shot up the stairs. He began to sing angrily. The ensemble below, for some odd reason, kept talking amongst themselves.

"What are you guys doing?" the author asked.

"Talking about what's for lunch today," Mattimeo answered.

"URGG! Stop! You're supposed to be paying attention to the scene!" the author yelled. They stopped talking and listened. Then they sang and then they left. Only Rose was left on stage. The author jumped out of their skin when crying sounds were blasted.

"Whoa! VOLUME!" she yelled, covering her ears.

"Sorry!" the manager yelled from his booth. Rose was evil! She yelled down the hole. Cornflower tried to be gentle and soothe, but she would have none of it. Then, without warning, and is if on cue, they both started laughing. The author was surprised. "What's so funny?" she asked.

"I-I-I don't-know!" Rose gasped.

"Okaaaaaaaay . . . can we continue?" the author looked at them strangely.

"Ok, sorry about that," Cornflower said, wiping her eyes. They continued the scene, but the emotion wasn't very real as they were smiling the whole time. Finally, they straightened up. When Ironbeak gave Rose the note, she started laughing again. Cornflower followed suit. The author glared at them, even though she was trying not to laugh herself. They straightened up.

"No more laughing!" the author scolded. They tried to continue without cracking up. Rose began to sing. They tried to look sad, but it was kind of ruined when they kept fake coughing to disguise the laughter. Though the author was not about to admit it, she does the same thing all the time. Cornflower started to sing

"I've heard it said, giguhum, that people come into our lives, uhum, for a reason, STOP SMILING AT ME! Bringing something we must learn, haheeha, and we are le-e-e-ed, to those who-who-who ha ha ha ha ha STOP! Help us most to grow, if we let them, ha hee uh um and we help them in return. Well I don't know if I believe ha hee that's true, but I know I'm who-who-who uh hu I am today, because-because uh um eh I knew you."

"STOP! Cornflower! Rose! Stop with the laughing!" the author tried to look stern, but really, she was laughing too.

"Sorry," they replied. Cornflower sang the chorus while smiling, which didn't really work. Then Rose began.

"It well maybe, uh uh, that we will never meet again, gigkauh, in this life time, so let me say before we part, STOP IT!!!, So much of me, is made of wh-wh-wh-at I learned from you, you'll be with me, like a h-h-ha-ha-handprint on my heart, hee hee, and now wh-whatever way our stories end, I hee-ha know you have rewritten mine, by being my fr-fr-frie-nd." Rose was trying to keep a straight face, but had to keep clapping her hands over her mouth to stop herself, so the singing was a bit muffled. They kept going with little success. The author was not happy.

"Seriously! Stop!" the author said, "It's getting annoying!" They were singing/giggling together. The two giggling girls stopped and tried to look a little more sad.

"Beeecauuusee I knew you ha ha hee hee SORRY, I have been chaaaaaaannngeedd, ha hee, for go-oo-o-o-oo-d" they managed to squeeze out before giving each other a hug and falling over laughing.

"This is going to be a long day if you guys keep doing this," the author warned.

"Sorry, we can't help it," Rose gasped out. A screen rolled out.

"I need the guards and Dotti!" the author yelled. Dotti looked confused.

"Why d'you want me?" she asked.

"You're going to be our Dorothy person," the author said as she placed her guards.

"Oh," Dotti said as she got behind the screen. The melting went fine. Cornflower faked a sniffle and stifled a giggle (hey that rhymed! I'm Dr. Suess!). Constance and Cluny came out, Constance grumping, Cluny chene turning. He was still screaming.

"THIS WAS ELPHABA'S?" he roared while doing a travelling quadruple time step. It was ruining the emotion.

"Cluny! You're supposed to be shocked and sad! How is the audience going to know that if you're tap-dancing?" the author asked.

"I DIDN'T THINK ABOUT IT!!" he yelled.

"Obviously not . . . " the author mumbled, "Just keep going." He sang (well, sort of sang) his part with more emotion this time. Constance rolled her eyes and growled as she was carted offstage.

"Um . . . Author?"

"Yes?"

"Where's the bubble?"

"WHERE'S THE BUBBLE?"

"Hasn't arrived yet!" was the reply from the wings.

"Ok then. Pretend" Cornflower got in her imaginary bubble clutching the Grimmiere. Martin ran on stage and lifted up the trapdoor. There was Rose. She climbed out. As the ensemble sang, they tried to look sad.

"Whoooo can saaay if I've been chaaaanged for the better but," Cornflower sang.

"Because I knew you," Rose joined in.

"No one mourns the wicked." "Beeeeeecauuuuuseee I kneeeew yooou," Cornflower sang as high as she could.

"I have been chaaaaaaaangggeeeddd" Rose and Martin ran off.

"No one mourns the WICKED! WICKED! WICKKEEEEEEEDDDD!!!" the ensemble shrieked. The curtain closed. The author exhaled for the first time in awhile. Rehearsals were finished! Done! Finally! Now all they needed was organization and costumes. And then . . . the show! Opening and closing night. She sighed at her creation. Chaotic, but slightly beautiful. As Elphaba would say, beautifully tragic.

Sorry for the wait to update. I've been busy with a show around the corner.