Me: *skips happily into my theatre class humming some random song that may or may not be from a Broadway show* HIIIII, EVERYBODY! IT'S ANOTHER BOO-TEE-FULL DAY HERE AT LEGACY HIGH!
Travis: *holds up his theatre journal triumphantly* HA! I'M FINALLY FINISHED! AT LONG LAST, THE SECRET MESSAGES ARE COMPLETE! NOW I SIMPLY MUST WAIT ANOTHER TWENTY-FIVE YEARS BEFORE MAILING THE KEY TO MAC SO SHE CAN DECIPHER THEM!
Everyone else: O_O
Peatre Ferman McHolmes the Theatre Fish: Awkward.
Mallorie: OMG, PEATRE JUST TALKED!
Me: HE'S A FISH, NOT A FISH! I KNEW IT ALL ALONG!
Peatre: Crap. *goes back to pretending he's a fish instead of a Fish*
Christina: *comes running in like a madwoman* LENNON'S NEPHEW, WHERE!
Me: OMAHOZ, RUNNING THE RED FLASHBACKS, MAH PEEPS!
Mah peeps: Ditto!
Me: HEY LOOKY IT'S MJ! *glomps him*
MJ: *is glomped*
Travis: Ha ha, MJ got glomped!
Me: *glomps him too*
Travis: *is also glomped*
Mac: Hey, everybody, guess what! Ferman and I decided we're gonna do a musical for our next show!
Everybody: *freaks out but in a good way cuz we're musical obsessed thespians*
Mac: WE'RE DOING WICKED!
Me: *has world's most epic spaz attack in the history of fo'evah then miraculously recovers* DIBS ON ELPHABA!
MJ: I CALL FIYERO!
Christina: GLINDA! MINE!
Madison: *runs off then comes back in a wheelchair* I SO TOTALLY GOT NESSAROSE IN THE BAG!
Travis: Aw, I wanted to be Fiyero!
MJ: Too bad, ya shoulda been quicker.
Fiyero: Don't I get a say in who gets to be me?
Travis & MJ: NO!
Elphie: MAGGIE, I HEREBY OFFICIALLY FORBID YOU FROM TAKING OVER MY ROLE!
Me: *is uber depressed* ...I'm gonna go cut myself now. *runs off crying*
Mac: Okay, just for that, she's getting the role.
Me: *comes back with super human speed and stupid big grin* WOOOOOOOOOOOT! MAC, YOU ARE THE BEST DRAMA TEACHER EVAH! *glomps her*
*insert cheesy music and graphics here*
A few days later...
Cast list: *is posted then attacked*
Me: WOOOOOOOOOOOT, I GOT ELPHABA! *victory dance*
Madison: NESSAROSE, YES!
Nessa: Aw, COME ON!
Christina: OH YEAH, I AM SO TOTALLY GONNA PWN AS GLINDA!
Glinda: ...I'm scared.
Travis: YES! IN YOUR FACE, MJ! FIYERO IS MINE!
Fiyero: Ok, so that totally didn't sound like a sexual innudendo.
MJ: *is disappointed* Man, seriously? *sees his name on list* Oh, hey, would you look at that! I get to be Boq! Wait a minute, I GET TO BE BOQ?
Boq: O_O I have no idea what to say to that.
Madison: *is sitting in her magically appearing wheelchair grinning creepily at MJ*
Boq: RUN FOR YOUR LIIIIFE!
Nessa: GO, MY PADAWAN! MAKE ME PROUD!
Madison & MJ: YES, MASTER!
*MJ runs off being chased by a psychotic Madison in a wheelchair*
Lenny: Man, why do I gotta be the bad guy?
Mary: Because you've got a beard and if we put fake gray in it, then you'll look old enough for the part.
Lenny: *mutter* ...Shave this thing off...*mutter*
Mallorie: Hey, Mary! Check it out, you're Morrible!
Mary: O_O *faints*
Hunter: I'm FREX? PLEASE TELL ME I DON'T GOTTA SHAVE MY HEEEEAAAAD! *runs off in fear*
AN: I don't own Wicked, any of its characters, or any of the people mentioned in here except for myself, and Peatre the Theatre Fish belongs to my theatre teacher(s).