Later, I was captured by the Witch and I said, "I don't think you're all that bad. You're fighting for what you believe in and no one should be able to change who you are." "Oh shut up, and unless you plan on giving me those shoes, I'm not letting you go." She shot back. I sighed and thought, Time for Operation Nudge. I sighed and said, "See, I would, but they won't come off my feet, and I can't give them to you, unless you help me win the bet I made with Glinda, 'cause you see, I'm really clumsy and unless I get hurt—twisted ankle, sprained ankle, broken leg, or something—before the next time I see her, I have to keep the shoes, but the pep rally doesn't count—it was a Witch Hunting rally, actually—sort of like back in the Middle Ages—which were centuries ago—and I really want these shoes off my feet as much as you want them back—since everyone saw her and…" The Witch clapped her hand over my mouth and demanded, "Do you ever shut up?" I thought hard and said, "Nope." She groaned and said, "Great, now I have to listen to you babbling until the Witch Hunters come and kill me."

Then Glinda arrived and the Witch sent me to a room and on the way to the room, I fell down the stairs. I got up, brushed myself off, sat down in corner, sighed and pulling out my Twilight journal, flipped through it till I found the words to the song POSSIBILITY, and then began to sing. "There's a possibility. There's a possibility. All that I had was all I'm gonna get. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm. There's a possibility. There's a possibility. All I gonna get is gone with your step. All I gonna get is gone with your stare. So tell me when you hear my heart stop. You're the only one that knows. Tell me when you hear my silence. There's a possibility I wouldn't know. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Know that when you leave. Know that when you leave. By blood and by me, you walk like a thief. By blood and by me, and I fall when you leave. So tell me when you hear my heart stop. You're the only one that knows. Tell me when you hear my silence. There's a possibility I wouldn't know. So tell me when my sigh is over. You're the reason why I'm closed. Tell me when you hear me falling. There's a possibility it wouldn't show. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. By blood and by me, and I'll fall when you leave. By blood and by me, I follow your lead. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm."

I grinned and called, "Glinda, I win the bet. I wanna take these shoes off now. I think I busted my ankle, again." She nodded and I came upstairs, slowly and Glinda said, "Elphie, this girl was not going with the crowd. She was defending you, trying to trap Madame Morrible and the Wizard. You should have seen it." I sighed and said, "Sometimes, you can't be so judgmental about someone just because they're different and I didn't mean to kill your sister. It was an accident." "It wasn't your fault. I'm Elphaba. My parents didn't name me Wicked Witch of the West, though my father would have." The Witch said. "He didn't like you." I guessed, and then said, "And I'm Madison Tiffany-Crystal, but all my friends call me Tiffany." She nodded and then said, "Sorry about locking you up and tricking you into falling down the stairs." "You got the shoes back," I pointed out, "And besides, I would have fallen down those stairs anyway." Elphaba suddenly asked, "What was that song you were singing earlier? It seemed a little, I don't know, sad." "POSSIBILITY, from the movie version of New Moon, during that time when Bella Swan's just a ghost of the girl she used to be and is sitting in her room, watching the world change around her, but not doing anything." I said. "So, yeah, it's a sad song, basically, it's about Bella and how she's thinking about what's she's lost—Edward and the other Cullens—, instead of what she has—her father, Chief Charlie Swan, Jacob Black, Jessica Stanley, Mike Newton, and Angela Weber—among other people."

She grinned and said, "You were sticking up for me?" I nodded and said, "See, I know what it's like to be ignored, picked on, stuff like that—it's the story of my life." She nodded and then I said, "See, they, the Ozians, don't know the real you. They're afraid of you, because you're different." Elphaba nodded and said, "You don't mind my green skin?" I shook my head and said, "It makes you unique, like your abilities do." I held out my hand to her and said, "I can be your friend." Elphaba cocked her head to the side, confused, and I said, "Song from Veggie Tales—about accepting others, as friends, even if they're different." Elphaba rolled her eyes and said, "Okay, then, sing it." I nodded and began to sing, "Have you ever seen a boy with funny clothes? A girl with braces on her teeth or freckles on her nose? Some kids call them oddballs; some kids call them weird. Is it my imagination, or does Aunt Ruth have a beard? God makes lots of people in all colors, shapes, and sizes. He loves them very much and what we need to realize is that calling people names, because they're different is wrong. Instead we need to look on them in love and sing this song. I can be friend. I can be your friend. Any day in any weather, we can have fun and play together 'cause I can be your friend. Yeah, we're all pretty different—some are skinny, some are stout. But the inside's the part that we're supposed to care about. Aye, that's where we got feelings that are very much the same. And so instead of weirdo, I think friend's a better name. I can be your friend. La, la, la, la. I can be your friend. La, la, la, la. It doesn't matter if your hair is red or yellow. We can have lunch; I'll share my jello, 'cause I can be your friend. Yeah!"