A/N: Hello, world of Wicked fanfiction! So, yeah, here's Glinda's little one-shot. I'm going backwards from when the characters come out for curtain calls. First, Elphaba, then Glinda (well, they come out at the same time, but still) so even though I won't drop hints or anythig, it should be obvious if you can remember when they come out or if you look at a video on Youtube or something.
Oh, and Mom, please don't email this to the world or even Dad... Just, no.
Disclaimer: Shoot! I didn't write one last time. Oh well, anyway, I may as well do this in song.
Me (in my best Cheno voice): Wicked! Wicked! Is mine!
Stephen Schwartz: No, it's mine! And that was too many syllables! And you can't sing Glinda's part.
(sigh) Sadly, my songwriting skills are worse than Justin Beiber (okay, maybe not that bad) and I'll never be Glinda. I still wanna play Elphaba though! But yeah, I don't own it.
Part II- Glinda
Galinda's eyes were crystal blue, "the perfect shade" as her parents called it. They sparkled in a way that when she smiled, all of the boys within her twenty-foot radius flocked toward her like bees to flowers.
Galinda liked boys. She found that out early on. And, of course, boys liked her.
But when Galinda pouted, her bright blue eyes overflowed with large tears, and she found this extremely effective, for it was the perfect way to get what she wanted at the exact moment she wanted it.
In fact, Galinda found early on that the only way her eyes weren't positivifyingly beautificatious was when she was angry. So Galinda was never angry. Pouting was so easy that she didn't need to be.
But Glinda's eyes, although precisely the same color, had a warmth and understanding to them, giving her an aura of wisdom. Glinda's eyes weren't afraid to be angry.
They looked beautiful anyway.