Disclaimer: I do not or ever will own the Sisters Grimm. I am not Michael Buckley and I did not come up with the brilliant idea of the play Wicked either.
Chapter 2: Talent
Puck's POV
When the squirt told me we all were going to audition for the musical I had to remind myself that I was driving a car. No, not just a car…a Maserati. I breathed in and out.
"So Marshmallow you signed us all up," I said through clenched teeth. She looked extremely scared and I had to remind myself that I'm older than her not only age but physically as well.
"Oh don't be such a baby. It's just an audition. With your 'talent' you'll be lucky to be a stage hand much less an actor," snapped Sabrina. I looked at her coldly and rolled my eyes. What's her problem?
"For your information it's you I'm worried about. You're the one with no talent, Miss I'm So Popular" I shouted. She looked at me in surprise and then she unleashed a full on glare that would have usually made me scream in fear but I held it in.
"Shut up you ugly freak baby" she snapped. I looked at her in surprise but quickly hid it form Red's intuitive face. See I learned a big word at school! We refused to look at each other for the rest of the ride home. As we got out the car she opened the door and then slammed it so hard that the car shook.
"If you break my car, I swear I'll break you" I threatened. She rolled her eyes.
"We'll see," she snapped and she continued towards the door. She unlocked the door and walked in.
"Hey Old Lady we're home" I called out. I heard her shuffling in the kitchen and she emerged with plate of cookies.
"Hello Puck, here's some snacks. How was school kids?" she asked. I glared at Daphne and saw Sabrina glowering at her as well. Daphne ignored it and grabbed a chocolate chip cookie.
"Well tell her Daphne" Red said impatiently. Daphne sighed melodramatically.
"I signed us all up for a musical, Wicked. It's was a Broadway musical but the school got the rights to adopt it" Daphne said. I looked at the Old Lady praying she would reject the ideas and my prayers went unanswered.
"That's a wonderful idea Daphne. I remember…" she said. But Sabrina cut her off. What a rude girl.
"It's a terrible idea Granny. I don't want to spend my time in an auditorium and I don't sing period" she said. And the way she said it, it made the decision final. I was about to do a victory dance but then again…
"Of course you will do it Sabrina. You must get into extra curricular activities. It's good for your college applications" Granny said. Sabrina said nothing.
"I for one agree with Grimm. I don't need a college education and I don't want one either. So I refuse to participate in this theatrical performance" I said. Sabrina smirked at me.
"So the idiot knows some big words" she smirked. I glowered at her.
"At least I'm not a loner at school. All you do is strut around the school as if you own the place. You're so annoying. I always here people saying 'Sabrina Grimm is so cool' and 'Sabrina Grimm is so… get over yourself" I found myself shouting. She looked at me with distaste as if I wasn't worth the trouble.
"Well in case you didn't notice I for one do own the school. So back off" she snapped. She's a real brat.
"Children stop being mean to each other and you will be participating in this play whether you like it or not" the Old Lady yelled. I sucked my teeth and stalked away. Hmph, no talent she said. Yeah right.
That entire night I worked on my audition. My allergies normally limit my reading and working but I didn't care. I would own this for once. For once I'm going to show Sabrina Grimm who's superior.
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Sabrina's POV
That night after I was forever subjected to the musical I did my research. As I could find out, the musical was based on a book named, Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West. I went downstairs to see if we had it. I could see Daphne had the same idea.
"Hey Daphne do we have the book, Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West?" I asked. She smiled grimly. She picked it up and handed it to me.
"This book is way adult. I so can't read this book" said Daphne. I rolled my eyes. She's 14 so I think she can deal. I took the book anyway and went upstairs. As I started to read, I discovered the characters, Elphaba and Galinda or Glinda. Elphaba seemed more like me. But Glinda seemed to be more of my physical attributes. I got lost in the story and fell asleep. I dreamed of the strange green skinned girl.
"Sabrina get up. You're still in your clothes from yesterday" a voice called out to me. I opened my eyes to see Red, wearing her usual red skinny jeans, red shirt and daily red cape. I sat up slowly incoherently. She shook my arm and I finally fully was awake.
"What time is it?" I muttered. She pointed towards my alarm clock that was beeping wildly… 7:30.
"Oh crap" I shouted. I grabbed the nearest clothes I saw. They weren't the normal clothes I would wear but it did incorporate leather. I ran to the bathroom and knocked loudly.
"What? I'm taking a shower" a deep voice said. Puck takes showers!
"Get out Puck! Uncle Jake get Puck out of the shower!" I screamed. But before Uncle Jake could come up Puck emerged. His hair was still wet, as was his chest…
"Alright buy a robe. Nobody wants to see you half naked, idiot" I snapped trying to avoid looking into his big green eyes. But of course looking at his six-pack did not help.
"Shut up Grimm and go take the damn shower you bothering me about" he snapped. I slammed past him and threw the door shut, locking it. I turned the shower on and took a through yet quick shower, throwing on my clothes. Uh…I looked like a schoolgirl. To make it look better I put on a leather vest over the white dress shirt and but on a belt made of bullets to make the sky blue and plaid skirt look better. Black leggings and black leather knee highs completed the look with my lucky black chocker. I ran downstairs as quickly as possible and threw myself at the table.
"Please Granny are we eating something normal" I pleaded. She looked at me weirdly as if her cooking was normal.
"Oh shut up Grimm" said a deep voice. I turned to see Puck. He looked tired and had put on an outfit similar to mine, a white dress shirt and black pants. He had thrown on a black and blue plaid tie for effect with black converses. He look kind of…I will not say it!
"Oh shut up ugly" I snapped back. He put on faux surprise.
"Me ugly. Grimm look in the mirror. I am magnificent" he said. Okay that comment hurt.
"Uh huh, whatever, magnificently big of an idiot. I doubt many would count themselves exceptional, when their biggest talent is of course eating. No offense to you Daphne" I snapped. Daphne shot me a look of outrage.
"Did you hit the ugly branch this morning or what?" shouted Puck. I reeled on him and almost punched him out the house.
"You didn't get hit by the ugly tree. You got hit by the WHOLE DAMN TREE!!" I shouted as loud as I could. I heard his teeth grind and before he could attack, I attacked him. He fell over and socked him across the face. I jumped off him as I realized the awkward position we were in.
"Hmph you can't stay away from my sexy body can you" laughed Puck. I'm sure my face was fire engine red.
"Puck you're an idiot. And so are you Sabrina so shut up. I'd like to eat in peace" Red said quietly. I pouted and sat down in the only available seat, next to Puck. I almost jumped for joy when I saw the waffles. I took one and then it disappeared into Puck's mouth.
"I'm driving" I called. Puck stopped in mid chew. He turned on me slowly.
"Nobody drives me car, except for me" he said clearly. I let out a short, humorless laugh.
"Riiight" I said and I showed him the keys in my pocket. He got up and I ran to the car with Red and Daphne on our heels. I jumped in the car started it and as soon as everybody was in the car I drove off…without Puck. Oops.
I got to school as soon as he did and we walked in together as always. I greeted my followers and of course like everything else, Puck and me shared the same followers.
"Hey why are you dressed alike? Are you together?" asked a girl. I think her name was Jennifer or something generic like that.
"Eww Jenny that is so gross" Puck said. Some of his stupid fangirls laughed. I felt a pull in my stomach.
"Ha as if I would date someone so conceited as that," I said throwing a look of disdain at Puck who glared back. I stalked away and went to my classes. The day went with a blur and I met Daphne at the end of the day.
"Hey Sabrina you were almost late" Daphne nearly shouted. I smiled secretly. I looked around and my smile disappeared. Puck was surrounded by a bunch of airheads. On an impulse I stomped over and glared at them and pulled him towards Daphne and Red.
"Puck don't socialize with them. Do you want to become even stupider" I snapped making an excuse. He smiled knowingly but then looked away as Ms. Gravel called the auditorium to attention.
"Hello everybody. As you all know you are auditioning for the play, Wicked. So we have all the girls audition for girl parts and all the boys for guy parts. Got it? Great! First up, Robin 'Puck' Goodfellow" she shouted. Puck swaggered onto the stage. He recited:
"To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish's. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of disprized love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would fades bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscovered country from whose bourn No traveler returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; and thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklier o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pitch and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action."
I swear almost swooned. It just sounded so good that I had to remind myself it was just Puck. And then he sang. It was amazing. I swear then I just about fainted until I saw the other girls doing it. And then as if time had literally flown it was my turn.