Disclaimer: I don’t own Wicked or any of the songs.

“Look, Elphie!” said Glinda, pointing to the poster. “Shiz Talent Show. Come show us what you can do, winner gets a scholarship!” Glinda read excitedly. Elphaba just sighed.

“Glinda, please. I am NOT going to get on any stage in front of the entire student body.” She said.

“Oh, come on! What’s the worst that could happen?” asked Glinda, pulling on Elphie’s arm,

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe they’ll laugh me offstage, or throw rotten fruit, something along those lines.” said Elphaba. Then, she got an idea. She could sing! Not many people knew, but she had a great voice. And she had just the song in mind…… “OK, Glinda. I’ll do it.” She said. “Uh, Elphie, something wrong?” asked Glinda, a concerned look on her face. “No, why would you ask?” asked Elphaba. Glinda got a confused look.

“It’s just… it didn’t take as much argument as it usual. And I didn’t have to threaten you with blackmail!” she said.

“Well, I’m in an agreeing mood today.” said Elphaba. “Come on, Glinnie, let’s go sign up.” said Elphaba, dragging Glinda by the arm.

When they got to the sign-up room, they saw the list already had a few names on it. There was a singles category and a duets category. You could sign up for both, as some names were in both categories. Two names stuck out in particular.

“Look, Elphie! Nessa’s singing!” said Glinda. And, true enough, there was the name Nessarose Thropp. Glinda wrote Glinda Upland in the singles category. In the duets, she put down Glinda Upland and Fiyero Tiggular.

“Uh, do you think Fiyero wants to sing?” asked Elphaba.

“Yep! He’s in the singles category!” said Glinda, pointing to his name.

“Huh. Is it me, or is everyone singing?” asked Elphaba, scrolling down the list. There were names she recognized- Nessa, Fiyero, Boq, Crope, Tibbett, Pfafnee, Shen-Shen. And, sure enough, all singing. She picked up the pen, and signed her name in the last slot for the singles category. The paper then closed itself, folded, and disappeared. “Probably went to Madame Morrible.” Said Elphaba. And sure enough, the paper landed on Morrible’s desk.

“Ah, so it was Miss Elphaba who filled up the last slot.” Said the Headshiztress as she looked down the list. “And a quite interesting song choice.” She said.

“Each night, I sit and dream
of the stars I see in magazines.
I love to lose myself
In the stories of the lives they lead, yeah.” sang Pfafnee. She did quite well until the “yeah”, where her voice cracked badly. “Oops!” she said, rubbing the back of her head sheepishly.

“Good try, Pfafnee! Just keep practicing!” said Glinda, encouragingly. Pfafnee sat down on Glinda’s bed, taking a swig from a bottle of water and wiping her forehead.

“Okay, Shen-Shen, you’re up!” said Glinda. The black-haired girl stepped up on stage, and started her song. It was a near reverse of Pfafnee’s upbeat pop song; hers was a romantic ballad.

“Deep in my soul
Love so strong
It takes control
Now we both know
The secrets bared
The feeling show.” And, similar to Pfafnee, her voice cracked, and the note she hit was so high, a crack appeared in the window, “Uh-oh!” she said, and ran over to check the damage. “Whew, just a crack.” She let out a relieved sigh.

“Say, where’s Greenie?” asked Pfafnee. “Elphaba is with her sister, helping her practice.” Said Glinda, placing emphasis on her friend’s true name.

“So Glinda, how about you practice?” said Pfafnee, handing the microphone to Glinda.

“No, I’ll wait until opening night.” Said Glinda. “After all, I know the song by heart. I need to find Fiyero. See you, girls!” she said as she left the room. Pfafnee and Shen-Shen looked at each other, and shrugged before leaving the room.

“Boy walk in the spot, He's so fresh
He got what he need to impressin'
Just look at the way that he dressin'
Ain't no question chicks like wooo!

Girl walk in the spot, She stop traffic
She blowing your mind, With her asset
So Jessica Alba fantastic
Instant classic boys like ooh!

Baby I can see us movin' like that,” sang Nessa, before she stopped the music. “I need to take a break!” she said, breathless.

“Not surprising, considering you’ve gone through the song five times.” Said Elphaba.

“Oh, stop being so snarky.” Said Nessa.

“Well, being snarky is my nature.” Said the older Thropp as she stood up “Listen, Nessa, I needed to talk to Doctor Gebra about the Calculus test tomorrow. Night, Nessa.” Said Elphaba, slipping out the door and heading not to the Math building, but her dorm room. Once inside, she picked up the extra microphone that Glinda had left behind. “Okay, practice time.” She said as she popped in the CD.

“Mai-ia-hii
Mai-ia-huu
Mai-ia-hoo
Mai-ia-ha-ha

Mai-ia-hii
Mai-ia-huu
Mai-ia-hoo
Mai-ia-ha-ha

Mai-ia-hii
Mai-ia-huu
Mai-ia-hoo
Mai-ia-ha-ha

Mai-ia-hii
Mai-ia-huu
Mai-ia-hoo
Mai-ia-ha-ha

Alo? Salut! Sunt eu, un haiduc
şi te rog iubirea mea primeşte, fericirea.
Alo? Alo! Sunt eu, Picasso.
Ţi-am dat beep şi sunt voinic
dar să ştii nu-ţi cer nimic.

Vrei să pleci dar
nu mă, nu mă iei,
nu mă, nu mă iei,
nu mă, nu mă, nu mă iei.
Chipul tău şi
dragostea din tei
mi-amintesc de ochii tăi!”sang Fiyero, the Winkie language easily flowing off of his toungue.

“Well, a good job if I do say so myself, Master Fiyero.” Said Avaric, though he understood little of what the prince was singing..

“Oh, please, Avaric. You’re just saying that because you’re my servant. Tell me what you really think.” Said Fiyero.

“Like I said, it was good!” said Avaric. At that moment, however, a pink-clad blonde puffball came zooming through the doorway and latched herself onto Fiyero’s waist.

“Uh, hi Glinda.” Said Fiyero, who was nearly knocked over. Glinda may have been skinny, but she had a LOT of force behind her.

“Fiyero!” she said. “Guess what? I signed us up to do a duet!” she said. Fiyero looked down at his girlfriend. “Uh, what song did you pick?” he asked.

“Candyman!” she said. “Come on, Fiyero, it’ll be fun!” she said, seeing the obvious lack of enthusement on his face.

“Okay, Glinda. Whatever you say.” He said. He had found that it was much easier to agree with Glinda than try to argue your way out of it. She would usually threaten him with that embarrassing photo of him kissing Crope. He was drunk, for Lurline’s sake! But it was still an embarrassing photo, and the “Little Pink Puff of Blackmail”, as he called her behind her back, could spread the photo over the Ozternet faster than you could say “The Wonderful Wizard of Oz”.

“Yay! Now, Avaric, you are dismissed! Fiyero and I need to practice!” she said as she pushed the young Gilikinese man out the door and shut it behind him. ‘Oh boy, it’s gonna be a long, long day.’ Fiyero thought as he sweatdropped.