Rifiuto: Non Miriena
Question: Is she TRYING to be Elphaba?
Answer: Hmm... I'm not saying, you'll have to figure it out for yourselves
Thanks to lizziemagic for reviewing 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, and 14, and to FabalaTiggular for reviewing 13.
August, Day Six
Galinda watched the door close behind Elphaba and her boyfriend, before going to her closet. She changed into a fresh pair of underwear and a bra, and then stood in her closet, looking over her clothes. After a while, she chose a simple dark blue blouse, and then struggled with finding the right skirt. After rejecting everything, she turned to Elphaba's closet. Although she'd probably get in trouble, she looked through it anyway. Eventually, she picked out a simple, black, uneven skirt and tried it on.
After examining herself in the mirror, she returned to her closet and slipped into a pair of black flats. Then, she quickly brushed her hair, grabbed her book bag and left, deciding to spend time wandering around downtown. She'd written down a list of things to get next time she was downtown, and now fingered it in her jacket pocket as she wandered downtown. She stopped at the Wilted Rose and got a cup of coffee and a muffin, settling at a table to go over her list. Taking a sip of her coffee, she pulled the list out of her pocket, and looked over it.
1. A-line skirts
2. Pencil skirts
3. Leggings
4. Bell sleeves
5. Cap sleeves
6. Blouses
7. Kitten heels
8. Bangles
9. Headbands
10. Scarves
11. Newsboy hats
12. Leather gloves
She'd taken a page from Elphaba's book and decided to try some things she'd never worn before. Bangles were a thing she'd never seen- until she met Elphaba. In the Pertha Hills, you didn't wear bangles; they were unheard of. And leggings- well, let's just say that Gillikin was backwards in every way possible. She wasn't ready to try jeans, but was willing to try leggings.
Laughter caused her to look up, and see a group of girls- fourteen at least- enter the cafe. All were dressed in black tights, short black skirts, shorts, or spaghetti strap dresses, with leg and arm warmers of all colors, and over-sized sweaters. They wore their hair pulled back in buns or ponytails if it was long, and if it was short, it was held back with bobby pins. All had scarves around their necks, and carried dance bags. Instantly, Galinda knew who they were.
Dancers.
One voice caught her attention, and among the gaggle of laughter and conversation, Elphaba spoke out.
"We are going to rock this winter's dance recital. And Emerald U won't stand a chance at this semester's OZDC. We'll take first place like we did last year and the year before. All we need to do is work our asses off-"
"What asses?" A redhead interrupted. "We don't have any."
"That's because we do nothing but dance dance dance!" A brunette replied, causing the other girls to burst into laughter.
"You think we'll actually win, El?" Another girl asked.
"Um, hello, we're the best dance troupe this side of the City. Of course we'll win."
The girls continued to chatter and joke, as they waited for their coffee. They settled at a table close to Galinda, and she sat watching them, studying their mannerisms. All were confident and outgoing, exactly what she needed to be to reinvent herself. And as for a hobby, well, maybe she could dance. Deciding to take this oppertunity, she got up and went to the girls.
"Um, excuse me. Excuse me!" She had to shout to be heard over the friendly banter and chit chat, and suddenly, she decided that it wasn't a good idea, since they were all staring at her, sizing her up. "Um, hi." They waited, never taking their eyes off of her. "I... I was just wondering..." She needed to hurry up and think of something before they jumped her. "what you guys are."
"What we are?" A redhead asked, surprised. "Please tell me you did not just ask that."
"Of course she did, Milla, she may be colored brunette, but she's still a blonde." Elphaba replied. The other girls laughed. When it died down, one girl said,
"We're the Shizian Sapphire Dance Troupe. We're the best in Oz, the most competitive, most well known, most creative troupe in Oz. We perform the best routines and we always win at our competitions." The other girls nodded in agreement.
"Oh. Do you have any openings?" Elphaba looked her up and down.
"No. We hold auditions at the beginning of the first year. The spots are usually filled by then, and we don't accept new members. Besides," Elphaba said, as the girls got up to recieve their drinks. "we have a competition next week in the City and so we have to prepare for it. Which is why we have to head over to the studio once we're done here."
As the girls left, Galinda followed them to the door, forgetting her things, when Elphaba turned, stopping the girl in her tracks. She eyed her roommate, before leaning close.
"I'd watch myself if I were you. If you plan on staying here, be sure to watch your back. You may have dyed your hair but that doesn't hide the fact that you're still Gillikin trash." Then, she reached out and gently brushed a stray curl away from Galinda's forehead, pondering her next words. "Because if you're not careful, you just might get stabbed."
Then, with one last glance towards Galinda, she left the cafe.