Every Tragedy Needs a Greek Chorus

Disclaimer: I do not own Legally Blonde the Musical.

Hello to all! I hope everyone's holiday season is going well! (For those of you who celebrate it, Happy Hannukah!) I can hardly wait till Christmas, mainly because I get off from school until January, which is just what I need to get a break from my busy school and rehearsal schedules. And so, in my rare spare time, I managed to start off a new story! I won't give too much away, but I will let you know that it revolves around two very special Legally Blonde couples and that it is very loosely inspired by the movie Just Like Heaven (which I do not own either). So read and let me know what you think! The beginning of a story is always the toughest for me, so your feedback is greatly valued :)

Prologue

Once upon a midnight dreary…

While someone banged on the door loudly and clearly…?

Elle Woods, tired and dazed, seeing as it was the middle of the night, woke with a start when she heard someone banging feverously on her front door. Careful not to wake her sleeping husband and daughter upstairs, Elle crawled from the couch where she had been sleeping and slipped into her warm robe. She flicked on the light and slowly made her way to the door. The person at the door kept banging, never missing a beat.

With a confused grunt, Elle unlocked her front door and swung it open to reveal the familiar face of Warner Huntington, who’s screaming four-year-old son, Joey was balanced on his hip.

“Elle…I…I’m sorry I didn’t call or let you know I was coming here in advance or anything. I just…you were the first person I could think of.”

A million questions flooded Elle’s mind. Why was Warner here in the middle of the night? Where was his wife? Why would he show up here if he hadn’t contacted Elle in four years? Why was Joey crying? And most importantly, why was Warner tearing up? Elle was about to open her mouth to ask her ex-boyfriend if everything was okay when Warner shoved his son in Elle’s hands.

“Just take him. Please, Elle, I can’t handle him…not right now,” Warner told Elle, a pleading look in his chocolate brown eyes. Elle didn’t understand. Warner loved Joey to pieces. He was his only son, his only child. Why would Warner even want to hand over his son so easily to her?

Again, Elle was going to open her mouth and ask what was going on and what was making him so upset, when Warner, tears now streaming down his face, cried:

“Brooke’s in the hospital!”