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Galinda was on her way to lunch when she heard strumming.
Curious, she headed towards the fountain where the sound was. Rounding the corner, she paused at the sight of her ex-boyfriend, Fiyero (dressed in light brown trousers, a white collared shirt, and a blue jacket) sitting on the edge of the structure and playing a ukulele. They met a month into freshman year and instantly clicked as a couple. Unlike most of her relationships, dating Fiyero came easy. It was a nice change of pace for Galinda compared to the previous boyfriends she had. He was nice, fun, and considerate. He was perfect. They were perfect. Or so she thought. Months later, Fiyero had the audacity to break up with her in favor of staying friends. Normally, Galinda wouldn’t let that sort of thing slide, but after hearing his reasons, she agreed. Although, every now and then they’d tease each other like a couple just for the fun of it.
“I knew you were a dancer, but I didn’t know you played,” Galinda commented, startling him.
Fiyero chuckled and shrugged. “Sort of. I’m relearning to make a song with a friend. This is hers by the way.” He gestured to the instrument.
“It’s beautiful. Do I know her?” Galinda teased.
“You know everyone, Lin.”
“You’re avoiding the question.”
“Yes but not really. She’s also not the most outgoing, so you most likely have seen her in classes. She can be cold too, but I think she’s warming up to me,” he replied, beaming a smile.
She hummed. “Right, because who could ever resist Fiyero Tigelaar,” she mocked, causing them to laugh.
“I can think of one,” Fiyero said.
Galinda looked at him, puzzled, until the answer clicked in her mind. “Oh. I don’t think she counts though.”
She being the most unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe of a human that Galinda had ever come across known as Elphaba Thropp. And not because of her green skin (though that was a startling sight at first), but because that girl seemed to exist solely to torment Galinda as a classmate and a roommate. Galinda swore her very purpose was to defy everyone and everything, it drove her insane.
“Hey, I can be everybody’s type,” Fiyero quipped.
“So can I,” Galinda remarked, tossing her hair. “Want to test that in the cafeteria, or shall I leave you with your not-friend’s guitar?”
Fiyero smirked. “I can’t say no to that. It’s probably best to go. I’ve been stuck on these same three cords for a while, and I could eat anyway.”
Galinda smiled. “I’m sure you’ll get the rest soon. You seem naturally talented at it.”
He grinned back as he started to pack the ukulele. “Thanks, Lin.”
With the case in one hand, Fiyero took Galinda’s hand in his other then led them to the dining hall.
“So, I’m sure you’re all aware of the annual film festival coming up?” asked Professor Nikidik, the head of the Fine Arts department and Galinda’s film teacher.
Eager heads nodded.
“You’ve already created a narrative and a documentary, which are categories you could submit and possibly win in. But there’s one more that you could compete in. For your last assignment, you are required to create a music video.”
Students’ eyes widened in interest at the subject, especially Galinda.
“So for your first step, I want you to analyze a music video then present what you want to try to make. That shouldn’t be too hard. The more difficult one is that I want you all to have an artist in by next week. If you’re worried if that artist will bail or you want to switch, I suggest having a backup artist in mind. I know that you’re just freshmen, but I’m sure you’ve met new people by now. After that, I’ll give you a couple of tasks that’ll make your production process go smoother. Since this will count as your final project, you’ll have the rest of this semester to work on it, which is a little over six weeks. I’ll set up deadlines and check in each week to keep you on track. Any questions or concerns?”
They shook their heads.
“Wonderful! I’ll email you the instructions later tonight. Please don’t hesitate to ask for help. Good luck! You are dismissed!”
Elated talk filled the room as students packed their bags. Music and cinematography? The best combination for a project! Galinda’s mind spun for ideas, but she couldn’t get ahead of herself. Despite her popularity, she honestly didn’t know any singers – scratch that, she didn’t know any good singers.
Wait – Fiyero!
Whipping out her phone, Galinda texted him.
Galinda: hey! i was just wondering when are u and ur friend gonna finish that song that u were playing earlier?
Fiyero: Idk it might be a while why?
Galinda: i’m doing a music video project and was wondering if u would be my artist?
Fiyero: Aw I wish I could but I’m doing it for fun and still rusty but I can ask my friend? She’s a really good musician and has some original songs!
Galinda: yes please! thank uuu!
Feeling more optimistic for the assignment, Galinda skipped back to her dorm. Unfortunately, her roommate was inside, which was a rare sighting since the green girl would usually be gone until midnight or the next morning (though Galinda didn’t care to know where she’d go). Sometimes Galinda would think she’s hallucinated sharing a room with only an unmade bed for evidence of her existence. That didn’t mean she had to acknowledge her whenever they were in the same space.
With a few hours to kill until her next class, Galinda decided to get some homework done. Opening her laptop, she began to work on her dialogue script for screenwriting, but as she sat in front of the blank document, she suddenly didn’t know what to write. It was cruel. Watching the cursor blink at her, waiting for her to write, to do something. Although she could usually work well around others or by herself, her roommate’s presence was so irksome that her gaze strayed from the page to observing the brunette. Galinda tried to refocus on her writing, but then a crash and a whispered curse distracted her.
The blonde turned to see Elphaba kneeling on the floor and picking up scattered sheets of paper. While Galinda didn’t bother to know what she did, she couldn’t help but peer at the papers. Some had scribbles, others had . . . symbols? It was hard to tell from across the room.
“Can you keep quiet? I’m trying to work,” Galinda requested.
Elphaba rolled her eyes. “I didn’t do that on purpose.” She paused then smirked. “But I’ll make sure it’s louder next time.”
Galinda sighed. “What are those even for? Surely your professor doesn't make you write everything on paper?”
Elphaba gathered the papers to her chest. “Not everything, and why do you care?”
“I don’t.”
“Then don’t ask.”
“Then don’t make noise,” Galinda remarked.
Elphaba mumbled under her breath (probably another curse) and shoved papers into her satchel. She grabbed a black hoodie and possibly a beanie from her wardrobe then walked out of the room, slamming the door.
Galinda scoffed. ‘What was her deal?’
Whatever it was, she didn’t care. With the annoyance gone, she could work in peace for a while.
Later that evening, Galinda was doing her daily nighttime skincare when a notification buzzed on her phone.
Fiyero: Hey good news! My friend said yes!
Galinda: really? thank u!
Fiyero: On one condition
Galinda: what
Fiyero: She won’t meet in person
Galinda: why?
Fiyero: She’s not a people person
Galinda: but what about filming?
Fiyero: Does she need to be in it?
Galinda: um i guess not i just thought that since it’ll be her song she’ll like to be in it too
Fiyero: That’s fair I can’t really speak for her on that front but maybe she’ll change her mind. Anyway here’s her number lmk if you need anything else
Galinda: great thanks again!
Fiyero: Of course! Good luck!
Ecstatic, Galinda breezed through the rest of her routine then jumped on her bed and added the new contact into her phone.
Fae.
That was it. No last name, no picture. Just one word. She never heard of someone that went by that, and she knew everyone. Whether it was real or an alias, the name had a nice ring to it. She didn't know why she suddenly felt nervous to reach out first, but she couldn’t back out now.
Galinda: hey! is this Fae?
Fae: Yes this is her. How’d you get this number?
Galinda: oh fiyero gave it to me! i thought u knew?
Fae: My apologies. Lin, is it?
She didn’t think Fiyero would’ve given this person his nickname for her. Galinda’s fingers were typing to correct, but she paused before hitting send. For once, someone didn’t know who she was. That should be impossible at Shiz. She never minded the spotlight (that’s what she’s striving for in film), but it came with the cost of being perceived before she could prove her worth, and by now, everyone knew who Galinda Upland was. Everyone except Fae. As confusing as it was, a small part of Galinda was exhilarated by this. Finally, a chance to meet someone on equal ground. Maybe a little secret wouldn’t hurt.
Grinning, she typed her response.
Galinda: yeah! idk how much fiyero’s told u but I was wondering if u have a song I could use for my music video project?
Fae: Possibly. Is there a specific song you need to fit your vision?
Galinda: nope! i’m open to whatever! well within appropriation and budget ofc lol
Fae: Fair enough. I can send you a couple of songs to choose from if that helps?
Galinda: i’d love that! thx!
Fae: Sure.
Fae sent 2 audio files.
Fae: Let me know if you need anything else.
Galinda: ofc! i’ll get back to u asap!
Fae liked a message.
Well, not the friendliest conversation, but Galinda’s had worse (take her roommate for example). What an interesting human being. At least Fae was a fast texter and straight forward, which would be great help with brainstorming (although that may cause conflict in the future but she’ll worry about that later), but also a little stiff. Granted, they’ve only talked through text, so Galinda shouldn’t assume Fae’s personality solely from that, but she hoped their conversations wouldn’t stay this . . . curt, to put it lightly.
Fingers hovering over the audio files, Galinda wondered if the music would reflect “online Fae” or unveil another side of her. She pressed play on the first file: “Alive.” The song started off with a pretty piano melody, but the vocals reeled her attention completely into it. At first, the singing was smooth and quiet, then the beat picked up, and Fae’s voice became a steady strength. It was as if she was walking in darkness until a light showed her the way.
I've had ghosts of my past come back to greet me
Big wide smiles in their eyes
I go blind looking back, pray they can't see me
Pray they'll let me be
Cause I can't outrun, outsmart, outlive myself
Outrun, outsmart my shadow
I wished I'd learned to take heed of all the signs
I wish I could turn back the hands of old man-time
It's the saddest of truths, seen it with my own green eyes
If you play with fire, you'll get burned alive, oh
I wish I could have known, the way fate would use me
Took my life in her hands, the things she'd do to me
Yet, I'd never complain, I'd always go through it (oh)
The pain's a part of the play (oh-oh)
Cause I can't outrun, outsmart, outlive myself
Outrun, outsmart my shadow
I wished I'd learned to take heed of all the signs
I wish I could turn back the hands of old man-time
It's the saddest of truths, seen it with my own green eyes
If you play with fire, you'll get burned alive
No wrong turns, no regrets
No lessons learned, this is all that we get
Yeah, that's just how it goes
The good and bad it takes its toll before we get old, oh
I wished I'd learned to take heed of all the signs
I wish I could turn back the hands of old man-time
It's the saddest of truths, seen it with my own green eyes
If you play with fire, you'll get burned alive
Even though it was her first listen, a few scenes started playing in her mind, specifically of a silhouette breaking free from burdens that chained her down, running to freedom and off into the sunset. Nothing was set in stone yet, but she was already excited to film just thinking about it. By the time the song ended, Galinda was grinning from ear to ear. Galinda’s heard a lot of singers (professional and amateur), but she hadn’t heard anything this unique.
This . . . beautiful.
Dang, if Fae released this on streaming, it would be Galinda’s top song on her playlist. Eager to hear more, she clicked on the other file: “Small World.” Similar to the “Alive,” it began with a piano, but unlike it, the beat remained calm while the vocals increased in confidence. It reminded Galinda of the ocean – a serene yet strong force.
I'm standing in the field
My feet lift off the ground
No one here will see me
No one will hurt me now
I'm brushing off the rain
While climbing through the clouds
Nobody can see me
No one can hurt me now
Goodbye, gravity
Goodbye, enemies
I'm going up to a place where the world is small
Where I can fly above it all
If I don't make it, sing my song
From here I'm weightless
No stars are famous
And the world is small
And the world is small
Still rising towards the dark
Don't care what's down below
'Cause no one can see me
And no one has to know
The atmosphere is lonely and beautiful
I don't miss a thing I used to know
I used to know
Goodbye, gravity
Goodbye, enemies
I'm going up to a place where the world is small
Where I can fly above it all
If I don't make it, sing my song
From here I'm weightless
No stars are famous
And the world is small
I feel so tall
If there's nothing to break my fall
It's okay, I've seen it all
And maybe I was always small
But I could fly before I crawled
If I don't make it, sing my song
From here I'm weightless
No stars are famous
And the world is small
And the world is small
Wow.
The way Fae could still sound just as powerful in a slow song as she did in an upbeat song was impressive. She could feel the emotions in her chest just through Fae’s voice alone (as well as the strings and piano, Galinda’s personal favorite duo). It felt like a dream that Galinda tried to reach for but couldn’t, not with the disappointment from her parents on choosing something “impractical” that wouldn’t get anywhere. But she was willing to prove it to them –to everyone– that she could rise to the top through her creativity with her films touching the hearts of Oz.
Suddenly, her vision blurred, and Galinda blinked to clear the haze, but something damped her cheeks and when she touched it, she realized they were tears. Oh, she was crying? How in Oz did someone –a fellow student no less– made her, Galinda Upland, cry simply by singing? She’s listened to many emotional and relatable ballads but only a few were tear worthy. But this? This was something that hit deep in her soul.
Like the first song, she could easily see how this would be portrayed with the silhouette of the singer, walking alone in a field with only the stars to keep her company, along with other elements of her being in a dimly lit room, or Fae in space (at least the closest Galinda could get to what space could look like with a small budget, but that’s a later problem). Dang it, now Galinda wanted to use this one.
‘I wonder if I can do both? One for class, one for fun?’
That was probably the best option. Well, as long as things go well after the first video and if Fae was willing to work with her again.
‘Okay, one thing at a time, Galinda. Focus!’
But it was hard to keep her thoughts straight in this giddy state as inspiration flowed through her. Galinda quickly saved the audio files, then, like an addiction, found herself playing the songs on repeat while writing and sketching ideas. Deep in her thoughts as the music blared loud in her headphones, she missed the sound of her roommate entering the room. Galinda yelped when she glanced up to see the green girl staring (no doubt silently judging her).
“Has anyone taught you that it’s rude to stare?” she reprimanded.
Elphaba rolled her eyes then moved to her side and started to unpack. “My apologies,” she said, clearly not sorry. “I was just surprised to see you still up.”
“What? It’s– oh,” Galinda paused, seeing the clock. It was one in the morning! But she could’ve sworn it was 10 PM. Guess time flies when she’s in her creative mode. “That’s none of your business,” she said, trying to cover her error.
“Don’t worry, I have no reason to care.”
Galinda huffed, closed her notebook, then grabbed her things to get ready for bed. Normally, she would be in a foul mood after their banter, but Galinda was on a high from the music that she couldn't care less about anything other than her newfound artist. Although they just met, Galinda suddenly wanted to get closer and uncover the enigma of Fae the musician. Heart kindled with passion, she fell asleep with a smile and dreamt of her voice.
“So, how’s the artist thing going? Did she say yes?” Fiyero asked over coffee the following day.
“Yeah, she seemed nice. She sent me two songs to choose from,” Galinda answered cheerfully.
“That makes sense. Don’t want you to be stuck with a song that you can’t do or dislike. Well? What did you think of them?”
Galinda beamed and fully faced him. “Absolutely amazing! She has a beautiful range, both songs were great! She gave me an upbeat one and a ballad. I’m not a huge fan of slow songs, but hers I could listen to all day long! I did for several hours but didn’t know until my roommate came back past midnight.”
Fiyero’s brows rose in shock. “Did she know what you were listening to?”
“Absolutely not. I was just working on ideas for the video while listening to music with my headphones on, and she rudely commented about it for no reason. I was minding my own business, and she could’ve done the same, but instead she stared at me for Oz knows how long until I spoke. She has no human decency,” Galinda grumbled and continued.
“I’m all for showing off my creativity, but only the finished project, not the process. No one’s allowed to see it, and she’ll just criticize it like she always does in our gen ed classes. Remember when we had to swap essays with the person next to us to grade, and she marked everything? We were supposed to be critiquing the concept, but she just had to judge my grammar and format! Because of that, I refuse to let her see a single thing I make unless it’s purposely for the public.”
“I forgot she did that. Maybe she was trying to be helpful?” Fiyero suggested, but it was pointless given their differences.
Galinda tried to keep her issues to herself, but sometimes she couldn’t help but vent about every little detail of the green girl that irritated her. With Pfannee and Shenshen, they would immediately jump at the opportunity to scrutinize Elphaba and, of course, would take Galinda’s side, which eased her conscience. But with Fiyero, he would occasionally be the devil’s advocate, and, though she loved his compassion for others, she wished he wouldn’t play for both sides and simply agree with her.
“How in Oz was that helpful? It was full on showing that she's once again the smartest one in the room! Honestly, how can someone be such a nerd? Reading all the time and hanging out with the professors? Doesn’t she have a life?” she complained.
“I thought she’s never in your room?”
“Just because she’s not doesn’t mean she’s socializing. I bet you a hundred ozllars that she only goes to the library. She always comes and goes with a dozen books and papers but rarely has homework, so it’s safe to assume she finishes that there.”
Fiyero frowned. “Have you actually asked her?”
Galinda chuckled at the absurd idea. “Oh, no. Even if I did, I doubt she’ll tell me. Besides, I like it when she’s gone. I have the room to myself as I was supposed to.”
Originally, Galinda tried to room with Shenshen and Pfannee, but they couldn’t accept a four-room for three. She wanted to fight for her spot, but she decided to be good and give her friends the room. Her parents were generous enough to pay extra for a private suite. She had her luggage packed and ready for a single room, but when she arrived, someone decided to make a spectacle of herself and somehow got accepted into the university simply because she was the governor’s daughter’s sister and caretaker. But instead of living with her, she was assigned to share a dorm with Galinda. What was supposed to be Galinda’s best day turned into the worst and all because of Elphaba Thropp. Galinda swore that she solely existed to torment her. The saying that “your roommate will be your best friend for life” was a lie.
“Right, but if I may, have you thought that maybe she’s not as bad as you think she is? You give her as much shit as she does,” Fiyero said.
“Believe it or not, I tried being nice on orientation day, but she treated it like a joke and insulted me in front of everyone. So, if anything, she’s the one at fault for refusing my offer of camaraderie.”
“Really?”
Galinda looked at him, astounded. “Yes! Though knowing her, she’d probably say the opposite and blame me. Typical, mean thing.”
“She’s not a thing.”
“Why are you defending her? I thought you had my back?”
“I do. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to attack you, but maybe don’t attack her either? At least not without her being able to defend herself. I’ll stop if you will, okay?”
Galinda sighed. “Fine, but if we fight, it’ll be on her, remember that.”
Fiyero smiled at her promise. “Of course. And I’ll be there to swoop in if needed.”
“I don’t need saving.”
“No, but she might need it from you,” Fiyero teased, and Galinda laughed.
“She most certainly will, my dear Fiyero.”
For several days, Galinda was constantly messaging the musician. Mostly to gain a better grasp of the artist for the video, but sporadically she’d ask a random question for fun. Unfortunately, Fae was a short texter and would reply hours later, which was slightly frustrating for Galinda (though there were worse problems than a late texter). On the rare occasion that Fae did respond quicker than normal, Galinda seized the chance to lengthen the conversation in hopes to learn more of the singer (and maybe because she enjoyed talking to someone who humored her in her antics).
Galinda: so what’s ur favorite color?
Fae: Really? That out of all things?
Galinda: for the music video obvi. i want to know if it could work for lighting or a scene in the music video
Fae: . . .
Galinda: and maybe bc i’m genuinely curious
Fae: I doubt my favorite color should be the deciding factor for lighting.
Galinda: well it’s not THE deciding factor but it’d give me a better idea of ur style yk?
Fae: I suppose. Have you picked the song then?
Galinda: yes! it was a hard choice bc i love them both a lot!! but i need to show my professor tomorrow in class for proof that i have an artist and i think for approval of song choice but i think he’s fine w anything
Fae: Great, and there’s no hard feelings. I’m glad to hear that you liked them.
Galinda: thank you so much for sharing them! i’ve been listening to them on repeat! they need to be released now!
Fae: Maybe one day. So which one did you pick?
Galinda: Alive!
Fae: Really? That’s my favorite too.
Galinda: aw yay! i hope i can do it justice w the music video! it’s an amazing song!
Fae: Thank you.
Galinda: can i ask what it’s about?
For a moment, Fae didn’t respond, and Galinda feared it a touchy subject. She’d rather create the video centered around its meaning, but she supposed she could do something different if Fae asked her to. To her relief, the girl was soon texting back.
Fae: You may.
Galinda lightly scoffed at the correction, yet she oddly didn’t feel insulted as she typically did when people would correct her (specifically a certain roommate).
Fae: It’s about confronting your history and learning from them instead of running away from them. By accepting and taking back yourself from your past and those that hurt you will you be able to move forward.
Galinda: that’s beautiful
Fae: Thank you. I hope that message is conveyed through the song. I worry it’s not if you’re asking.
Galinda: no it does! i just wanted to ask in case if i got it wrong!
Fae: Oh that’s good then.
Galinda: may i also ask if there’s a specific moment that stands out to u? i know i’m directing it and all but it’s ur song and i want u to have a say in it
Fae: That’s very considerate of you. There’s not a specific moment in mind. It’s more of several events that happened in my life, but I’d rather not talk about that right now. I'm sorry, I know that’s not very helpful.
Galinda: that’s totally okay i completely understand! i shouldn’t have pushed
Fae: You’re fine. If you do need a moment, I can possibly come up with one.
Galinda: no worries! i can figure something out! i’m sorry that u’ve had a rough life. u deserve better
Fae: That means a lot, thank you.
Galinda: ofc. ik we’re not close but u’re welcome to talk to me if u ever need it!
Fae: I’ll keep that in mind.
Galinda: :)
Fae: I should probably get going. Voices lessons are about to start
Galinda: no worries! wait are u free sometime this week to brainstorm? dw i won’t ask to call or meet in person
Fae: Sure. I have classes that take up most of the time, but I can meet in between or after? How long will the meeting take?
Galinda: probably an hour but idk sorry
Fae: That’s okay. What day were you thinking?
Galinda: honestly whenever works best for u
Fae: How about Wednesday at noon? That’s my only break unless you’re still up past 10pm?
Galinda: noon’s perfect!
Fae: Great, talk to you then.
Galinda: can’t wait!
The blonde then set her phone down and resumed working on the project, but before she could, her phone pinged.
Fae: Green is my favorite color by the way.
Galinda smiled and made a note of it in her journal.
On Wednesday, Galinda was walking out of her morning class when she spotted Fiyero exiting a building and talking to someone wearing dark clothes and a hoodie.
Peering closer, she froze in her tracks when she realized the person was none other than her roommate. Since when were they friends? As much of a loner Elphaba tended to be, Galinda’s seen her around the same small group of people that consisted of three guys and sometimes her sister. But not once had Galinda seen her and Fiyero together.
“Fiyero, dearest! I’ve missed you. What are you up to?” Galinda chirped, flashing him a smile and sending a small glare at Elphaba, who returned it just as strongly.
“Oh, hey darling. I was just leaving class. We got out early,” Fiyero replied, then hugged and kissed her on the forehead. She leaned into him, and her smile formed into a smirk at Elphaba’s disgusted face.
“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” Galinda mocked.
“Wow, smooth,” she said sarcastically. “But sure. Anywhere’s better than where you are. Bye, Fiyero.” Elphaba gave him a grin, which instantly dropped when her eyes fell back on Galinda, then strode away.
“Is there ever a time you two don’t fight?” Fiyero genuinely asked, watching Elphaba’s figure fade into the distance.
Galinda shrugged. “We manage to keep it neutral in the dorm to not talk, but if we do, it’s usually an argument, but it’s gotten better.”
Fiyero chuckled in disbelief. “Sure. The day you guys become friends will be historic.”
“That’s not going to happen.”
“You never know,” he teased, bumping their shoulders.
“I’m about ninety-nine point nine percent certain that it won’t. Anyways, can I ask you something about Fae?”
Fiyero immediately looked intrigued. “Yeah, what is it? Do you not like her? I thought you did.”
“No, I do! She’s a great singer and songwriter! I just– everyone in my class has met their artist in person and has been making faster progress with it. I like Fae, but her slow texting kind of gets on my nerves. Sometimes it feels like I’m talking to a wall with how little she says,” Galinda complained.
“Ah, yeah she does do that. I tried getting her to text better once, but I think that only made her do it less,” Fiyero said dejectedly.
“Glad to know who I should blame instead of her,” Galinda joked but then got serious again. “Out of curiosity, how opinionated is she?”
Fiyero’s brows furrowed in thought. “Hm, sometimes. Depends what it is. Why?”
“We’re going to discuss the details of the video, and I’m worried that whatever idea I have won’t match hers, and we’ll end up arguing. What if we never come to an agreement? What if she quits? I guess it’s not too late to find someone else. Oz, I should’ve had a backup plan, I don’t know why I didn’t take my professor’s advice on that,” Galinda rambled, but before she could say more, Fiyero was quick to comfort her.
“Whoa, relax. It’s going to be okay. I’m sure she’ll like your idea. She may have strong opinions, but she’s not mean when it comes to creativity. She won’t say she hates something without reason, and if you have yours, she’ll listen. She respects talent and dedication, both which you are incredibly good at,” Fiyero encouraged, but doubts still lingered in Galinda’s mind.
“I appreciate your support, dearest, but I want this to go well. I can’t leave a bad impression.”
“You? Galinda Upland leaving a bad impression? Ha! That’s impossible.”
“My roommate would say otherwise.”
“That’s because you guys started on the wrong foot.”
“She’s the one that stepped on mine first,” Galinda remarked defiantly.
Fiyero sighed and mumbled, “Women.”
“What was that?” Galinda asked.
“Nothing. Look, it’s going to be fine. As long as you’re both being respectful toward each other, cooperating with her will go off without a hitch. You’ll see.”
Galinda hummed in resignation. “Okay. I’m trusting you with this. If she’s a bitch, we’re going to have a problem.”
“I can talk to her if you’d like?” Fiyero asked.
“No, I don’t want her to get mad at you if the issue is between us. That’s unfair to you.”
“Alright, but I’m here if you need anything.”
Galinda kissed him on the cheek. “I know.”
By noon, the filmmaker decided to eat lunch in her dorm so Fae had her full attention, but when she entered, the room was already occupied by Elphaba, who was chewing an apple while reading a book at her desk. Galinda could’ve sworn they shared the same lunch period, and despite all the teasing, she’s seen the girl in the cafeteria often (typically alone or with her strange friend group). The times she wasn’t, rumor had it that Elphaba ate with her professors. So what was she doing here out of all days?
Generally, Galinda would’ve carried on like she didn’t exist, but her anxiety was a little higher today since she’s about to conceptualize with someone who she had no idea how to talk to. She always prided herself at being able to read people and knowing what to say and not to, but with this “text only” communication, Galinda felt like she was in the blind. She could handle a small disagreement, but it’s different when it’s about her ideas. It’s personal. Even if it wasn’t, it’d still feel like an attack on her mind and abilities.
If that happened, she refused to break down in front of someone, especially Elphaba.
Galinda could go to a study room or a classroom, but that wasn’t the same as being in the privacy of her own space. There’s the chance that they both stay, the meeting goes well, and Galinda would be fine. But there’s also the chance that it would go poorly, and Galinda couldn’t afford that risk. And so, in true Galinda Upland fashion, she decided to be petty and irk her roommate to make her leave.
“When I asked if you had somewhere to be, I didn’t mean here.”
Elphaba glared at her. “It’s my room too. I thought we were over this?”
“Oh, you taking over my space? Absolutely not, but at least I’ve been nice about it. Can’t say the same about you though.”
“You know, if you wanted the room to yourself, you could’ve just asked.”
Galinda narrowed her eyes in distrust. “Can you leave?”
Elphaba thought for a moment, then smirked. “No.”
A groan then a toss of her hands was made by the blonde.
“Why do I have to go? You’re not the only resident of this place. Don’t you have friends or a boyfriend’s room to crash?” Elphaba countered.
“Don’t you– oh, wait,” Galinda replied with a sly grin.
Elphaba slammed her book shut. “Alright, fine. I’ll go but I'm not doing this for you. I highly doubt you even know how to be quiet anyway.”
She then slid out of bed and packed her things. When ready, she took one last bite of her apple then threw it in the trash on her way out, loudly shutting the door behind her.
Galinda slumped into her chair in relief. “Thought she’d never leave,” she mumbled.
As she was getting her laptop and notebook setup, a text came in.
Fae: Hey I need a few minutes then I’ll be ready. Sorry.
Galinda: no worries! everything okay?
Fae: Yes, just roommate issues.
Galinda: oh i’m sorry that’s the worst wanna talk about it?
Fae: Nothing unordinary. I left the room because we got into an argument that she started out of nowhere. I think she just wanted me gone.
Galinda: that’s awful u shouldn’t let people walk over u like that its ur room too and u have every right to it
Fae: I try not to, but if we kept arguing, then I’d have less time to talk to you so I had to take the hit today.
Galinda: if u’d rather talk later i don’t mind rescheduling!
Fae: No this is fine. I found a study room. I’m ready whenever you are.
Galinda: okay great! so i was thinking a narrative story of u running from a toxic relationship and trying to find urself after it but u’re still haunted by the past. music is ur escape but that’s not working either. there’ll be flashbacks of the good and bad parts of that person and then the music video will end w like acceptance and taking back urself w the ex there as a closure. does that make sense?
Fae: I think so. I don’t know about the ex at the end because if it’s a toxic relationship and if I get back with him, then that feels like everything I worked for was for nothing. I don’t want to send that message.
Galinda: it doesn’t have to be toxic toxic but like something that didn’t work out yk? and the ending could be u finding peace or showing him that u’re better off
Fae: Alright I’ll accept either of those. Also, do I have to be in it or is it okay if I’m not? I’d rather not be on camera.
Galinda: not even for singing parts? ik a majority of this will be the story but i think some singing scenes would be good to have so it’ll keep the viewer engaged and to show off u as the artist
Fae: I’m sorry but I have to draw the line at being filmed. If you can’t respect that, then I’ll have to drop this project.
Galinda sighed in resignation. She tried, but she couldn’t risk losing her music artist.
Galinda: okay u don’t have to be in. it’d be nice if it was u but i won’t force u. just thought i’d ask. i can find an actress instead. i need an actor for the ex so it’s probably best to get theater majors who already know each other anyway
Fae: Thank you. I’m sorry for being strict on that and I hope finding the actors wouldn’t be too much trouble
Galinda: no worries it’ll be fine! i’m friends w some of them so it shouldn’t be an issue!
Fae: If you’re sure. I may know a few too if you need help.
Galinda: Nice ilyk ty!
Fae: Of course. Anything else?
Galinda: if u’re on board w this narrative idea then i already have it outlined for each verse and chorus as well as an opening and ending scene. i can send the pdf of the breakdown w u
Fae: Sure.
Galinda sent a file.
Scene 1: dressing room
- Dressing room w/ Fae staring at her reflection (nervous before going on stage)
- She picks up her guitar, notices a guitar pick from her Ex, and gets flashbacks
Scene 2: flashbacks
- Fae and her Ex playing guitar and making music together in a room (living, bedroom, or studio?)
- ECU on the guitar pick that the Ex made and gifted to Fae as a romantic gesture
Timeskip
- They get into a huge argument (over a gig or themselves) – throws the guitar and music sheets around the room
- Fae takes her broken guitar in its case and leaves the Ex behind
Scene 3: city
- Fae walks the city alone, trying to survive and lost on what to do next
- Trying to start anew, but everywhere she goes, traces/memories of the Ex is there → Fae keeps running away
- At rock bottom, Fae eventually finds a place to pick herself back up via music (helps forget the past but not fully)
Scene 4: stage (present)
- Fae sings the song on stage, but the world slows down when she notices her Ex in the crowd
- Flashbacks hits again
- After the show, they meet backstage and talk (Ex apologies)
- Fae smiles (forgiveness) and they walk out hand-in-hand
Fae: Wait why do I get back with my ex? Isn’t the whole point not getting back with my ex?
Galinda: sort of? u realize that living a life without him isn’t want u wanted and that u both were in the wrong so when he comes back u’re ready to give it a second chance
Fae: How does that make sense? I don’t think I should get with him at all. That feels contradicting to my goal to live a life without him.
Galinda: no bc it’s that u tried and experienced what it’ll be like without him but it’s thru that journey that u realize how good u actually had it. u just needed space from everything to see it
Fae: Hm that was a valid argument, I won’t lie.
Galinda: so . . . is that a yes?
Fae: Yes, we can do it your way. I still refuse to act in it though.
Galinda: yay! and of course! dw i have the perfect person in mind!
Fae: Alright, but if the video goes awry, I will say something.
Galinda: fair enough. i’ll start preparations today!
That weekend, Galinda was a jittery mess, double checking everything as she picked up her gear before meeting with everybody – and that included Fae herself.
Keeping to her promise, Galinda found an actress to play as Fae in the video. Since the musician didn’t have to be on camera, she was allowed to come in whatever she was comfortable in (as long as the colors were dark to avoid reflection) to supervise and give creative input. Unfortunately, Fae couldn’t visit on the set dates except for one which was after her voice lessons, but Galinda didn’t mind. She was just excited to even meet the artist in person, no matter how long or short their interaction would be.
For two days, they filmed the flashbacks of a relationship and “Fae” (the actress) walking alone in the city. On day three, they arrived at their last location, the Three Queens (the theatre building) at nightfall. Parking around the back, Galinda followed her friend to the entrance, standing a few feet behind as he knocked on the doors. A beat later, they opened and revealed two guys.
One had short brown hair, dressed neatly in the university’s uniform like a true scholar. The other had wavy blonde hair that curled above his eyes and wore his collared shirt unbuttoned with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows (no blazer and tie in sight). They seemed like polar opposites, but their matching grins told Galinda that they were anything but.
They let out a loud guffaw as they embraced their friend.
“Fiyero! Perfect timing! Class just ended, so you got the place all to ourselves tonight!” exclaimed the blonde.
“And yes, he means us too. If you thought we’ll let you film in here without us watching, then you’re mistaken,” added the brunette.
“I wouldn’t mind you guys staying, but that’s not my call to make,” Fiyero said remorsefully, then stepped out of the hug and gestured to Galinda. “Guys, this is my friend and director of the film, Galinda. Galinda, these are my friends, Crope and Tibbett. Both theatre majors and the reason we can film here.”
“Ah, finally he introduces the ex! You’re much prettier in person! Lovely to meet you, Galinda,” said Crope (the brunette), offering her a hand that she happily shook.
“You really are gorgeous, Miss Galinda. Fiyero’s loss,” chimed the blonde, Tibbett, who also shook her hand.
“It was a mutual breakup,” Fiyero defended.
The guys raised their brows at Galinda. “Was it?”
Galinda smiled sweetly and nodded. “It was but I don’t let him off the hook that easily.”
“Good for you! Don’t ever let a man run you over,” Crope cheered.
“Oh believe me, Lin didn’t when I brought it up,” Fiyero said, shooting her a grin.
The theatre majors paused and shared an unreadable look, then glanced at Galinda with newfound curiosity.
“Lin?” Crope asked.
“It’s just a nickname he has for me,” replied the film major, shyly smiling at Fiyero.
“Oh, this just got better,” whispered Tibbett, which caused a jab to the ribs by Crope.
Galinda stared at them in suspicion, but the moment vanished when the boys carried on the conversation.
“So, Lin, since you’re in charge here, is it cool if we stay and watch? I promise to be quiet,” Crope implored.
“That’s not what you said last night,” Tibbett countered.
“Neither were you–”
“I swear, if I hear another story of what you two do in your room, I’m kicking you both out,” Fiyero deadpanned.
Galinda chuckled. “I can see why you three get along.”
“It’s our charm,” Crope said with a wink.
“You can never get rid of us.”
“We still can actually,” Fiyero threatened.
“Don’t listen to him, you are welcome to stay and watch. We could probably use the extra hands anyway,” said Galinda.
“We got plenty of that,” teased Tibbett.
Fiyero ignored his comment and glanced at Galinda. “So what do you want us to do first?”
“I want to check the stage and the dressing room, then we can figure out the lighting. I originally planned to use our own, but if we can work the theater’s, that might be better.”
“Cool. I’m sure Crope and Tibbett will love to give you a tour.”
The two smiled widely.
“It would be our pleasure. Right this way, Miss Galinda,” Crope said, looping his arm through hers, then led the group inside.
“So, how do you know Fae?” he asked.
Galinda’s attention piqued. “You know her?”
“Sure do! Met her in the library through a mutual friend. We then met Fiyero a little after that and realized we shared some classes and lived on the same floor,” answered Tibbett, who appeared on the other side of Galinda.
“Enough of us though. How do you know Fae?”
“Fiyero. He gave me her number, so we’ve only been texting. She’s supposed to come today, so it’ll be our first time meeting in person.”
Crope raised a brow, impressed and shocked. “I can’t believe that you managed to get her to come out of her comfort zone for a bit. We’ve been trying for weeks.”
“But nothing,” Tibbett finished.
“Who knew that it only took a Miss Galinda to break her shell and rise to the stage.”
Galinda chuckled and shook her head. “Sorry, but she isn’t going to be filmed, just helping from behind the scenes.”
“What? Why not? She’s one hundred percent photogenic! Yeah, she may be shy around cameras, but she’ll get over that,” Crope said.
“We met you in less than five minutes and you’ve already betrayed us. How could you,” Tibbett proclaimed, feigning hurt.
“That wasn’t my choice to decide. Why am I getting the blame?” Galinda remarked, slightly offended but mostly playing along.
They paused in thought.
“You’re right. It’s not entirely your fault,” said Crope.
“It’s both of you girls’ faults,” corrected Tibbett as they both grinned ear to ear at her.
Galinda rolled her eyes. “I’d like to disagree, but if we’re going to play the blame game, then I’m about to put it on you two if we don’t get started soon.”
Tibbett laughed. “I’m loving you more and more.”
“Alright, alright. How about we agree it’s on Fae and to not mention this at all, yeah?” Crope suggested.
“Sure as long as you do as I say since you’ve also agreed to help.” Galinda stated.
“At your command, your majesty,” Crope joked with a bow.
Galinda lifted her head high and smirked. “Good because I have just the tasks in mind.”
An hour later, everything was set up and ready. All lights, except for the bulbs on the mirror, were off and angled away from the reflection but still with the actress in frame was a tripod with the camera on top.
The crew was by the snacks, talking (mostly Shenshen and Pfannee who arrived minutes ago) while Galinda was in the middle of giving directions to the actress, Sarima (a tall and dark haired girl), of the first scene when the sound of boots thudded from behind. The noise died as heads turned and gaped at the figure in the doorway of the dressing room.
The person was dressed in all black from the sunglasses and mask to black hoodie under the leather jacket that complimented the pants with chains hooked on either side of the hips to the heeled combat boots and even to the gloves. Not a single spot of skin was shown, almost passing off as a shadow (though very attractive for one despite being unable to see their face). Some part of this person screamed mysterious and dangerous, and the blonde wasn’t sure if her heart was racing because of that or something else. What Galinda was certain though was that she knew who this was.
Fae.
Galinda wouldn’t admit how often she pictured their meeting since the first day they texted – purely excited to meet and hugging each other with welcoming arms, an awkward situation where they’re too opposite to know what to do with one another, or colliding to the point of arguing and wouldn’t be friends afterwards. But in those dreams, they had one thing in common: a face. She understood the musician’s desire to not be filmed, but she didn’t think it meant Galinda wouldn’t see anything of her either besides her fashion style (which wasn’t her taste but Fae was pulling it off quite well).
Disappointment dropped in her chest at the cold reminder that Galinda and Fae were not in fact friends and were simply acquaintances working together for an assignment. She felt foolish for thinking –hoping– that she made a genuine friend who saw her for her.
Galinda plastered on a smile as Fae glanced around. Although she couldn’t read her facial expressions, she noticed hesitation when the singer-songwriter’s gaze landed on her, and a chill shivered down her spine as Fae continued to stare. For someone who didn’t mind being the center of attention, she absolutely hated it when eyes would linger on her as if they could see through her. Once again, Galinda wished she knew what the girl was thinking.
The silence stretched for what seemed like hours but mere seconds until Fiyero started walking towards Fae with a grin.
“Fae, so glad you made it! I was starting to think you got lost,” he joked.
Fae’s head turned to him in what Galinda guessed was a glare but didn’t speak. Was Fae not going to talk the whole time either? As a director, she supposed that was a good thing, but as a creative that bounced off other’s ideas, she was disheartened by the lack of it and hated the pressure that Fae would be silently analyzing her every choice for the music video.
“You know Crope and Tibbett. They’re production assistants along with Shenshen and Pfannee over there,” Fiyero introduced as he led Fae through the room. “This is the actress, Sarima.”
The artist and the actress shook hands, then they glanced at the last crew member.
“And here is the director, Lin.”
Galinda grinned widely and offered her hand. “It’s so lovely to meet you in person! I know I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again, your songs are beautiful. You have a great voice.”
“Thank you,” Fae said, though said voice was slightly muffled by the mask.
Yet unlike Sarima, Fae didn’t shake Galinda’s hand. Galinda dropped it, but not her smile or enthusiasm.
“I’m excited to work with you. You’re welcome to stay or leave whenever, just let me know beforehand in case we're filming. You’re also free to give feedback on the scenes or just watch, up to you.”
Fae nodded but didn’t respond. She stared at Galinda for a few more seconds then peered at the scene.
“Oh! We’re doing the first scene, then after we’ll do the last one. Figured it’ll be easy to get them both out of the way since we’re in the same place,” the director quickly explained.
Another nod.
‘This is going to be a terrible night if she keeps doing this,’ Galinda thought.
“Okay, well I think we’re about ready to film. If everyone can leave the room, that'll be great. There should be a monitor on one of the tables for you all to watch. Also, Fiyero, since you’re doing slate before every take, I’ll need you close by, if that’s okay?” Galinda ordered.
“Yeah, of course,” Fiyero replied, then glanced at Fae. “Unless you want to?”
Fae shook her head and stepped aside with a gesture that said “it’s all yours.”
Fiyero grinned at Galinda. “I got you, Lin.”
“Great! Now clear the room, please! If you need anything, text me or Fiyero or wait until we’re done filming,” Galinda exclaimed, and everybody but Fiyero shuffled out with Fae being the last to close the door.
Galinda's smile faded as she went into work mode. She readjusted the camera lens to focus on the slate then explained how to use the clapboard to Fiyero. Officially set, she hit record.
“Camera’s speeding,” she ordered.
“Scene one C. Take one,” Fiyero said, then slapped the sticks and moved behind her as she refocused on Sarima.
“And . . . action!”
With her back to the camera, “Fae” began “putting on” makeup for a clock tick till the stage manager (Crope) appeared blurry in the mirror behind her to give the five-minute call. “Fae” nodded, looked at her reflection one more time, then stood and approached her guitar case on the couch. Unhooking the locks, she lifted the lid but froze when a heart-shaped plectrum slipped out of the inside pocket. Hands slowly picked it up then flipped it over. Her eyes widened. Engraved in the middle were the words: “Forever Yours.”
Throughout the shoot, Fae barely spoke a word nor expressed movement of her view on the music video, which disturbed the director the further along they got into the production, though to be frank, there wasn’t much to comment on (unless she despised Sarima’s acting skills) since they mostly filmed the beginning of the music video and the closing shot. It wasn’t until they reached the final scene (the stage) of the day when Galinda tried to have a conversation with her, specifically about the ending.
From the bridge to the last chorus, “Fae” would be performing on the stage as flashbacks of good and bad moments of the relationship intercut (which would happen in post-production); then the closing shot was her exiting the dressing room and leaving the guitar pick behind. But Galinda was debating whether the ex should attend the concert to give some type of closure or to keep him out of it.
“What do you think?”
When there was no response, Galinda was about to make an excuse to leave, but then to her surprise, the artist answered.
“It looks good cinematically.” Galinda smiled. “But . . . I don’t think the ex is the best idea.” Then frowned.
“As in, you don’t want him there? Because we can totally film Sarima singing the song without interacting with the ex. I just thought that having that moment would tie it nicely.”
“No, it’s the relationship aspect.”
Galinda blinked in utter bafflement.
What?
“What?”
“I’m sorry, I know we’ve discussed this at the meeting and that filming’s almost done, but after seeing it, this doesn’t feel like my song. Not its true meaning.”
Galinda wanted to rip her hair out.
“It’s not my fault you wouldn’t tell me anything.”
“Just because I didn’t want to talk about it doesn’t mean you fuck up my entire song!”
“Excuse you, I have been extremely respectful to you since we met! And how could I fuck up a song when I was given nothing? Sorry but newsflash, not everything in film is accurate.”
“That doesn’t mean it should be entirely inaccurate.”
“What do you suppose we do? Reshoot everything? We literally agreed that this whole concept was you –her– learning and moving on from her past relationship. If that’s not what she learns from, then what? A toxic friendship? Family issues? We have the career theme of a struggling artist or would you like to throw that away too?”
“No– maybe– well, I don’t know. Just that something needs to change.”
Galinda crossed her arms over her chest. “If you don’t like the video, you can say it to my face. I can take it.”
“I doubt it,” Fae scoffed, but Galinda heard it clear as glass.
“Well, at least I’m not being an ungrateful brat.”
“Oh, don’t act all innocent. I’m the reason this project is happening. From what I’ve been told, I was your only choice.”
“I’m starting to regret that now.”
“Glad that we’re finally on the same page. You lost my support on this.”
Fae turned to leave, but paused when Galinda replied.
“Fine by me. It’s not like I need you anymore. I can still finish the video without you.”
The artist then marched towards Galinda with a pointed finger. “No, that’s my song. I forbid it,” she hissed.
“Too late. I have the audio and the footage. It may be your song, but I have the rights to the music video.”
“Not unless I sue you over it.”
Galinda rolled her eyes. “Didn’t you hear a word I said? The music video is mine, not yours. You’re welcome to find someone else to make a new one if you want it so badly. Now if you don’t mind, we have a film to complete. Have a good night,” she said, then flicked her hair as she walked away.
“You really are a selfish and cruel bitch, aren’t you, Galinda Upland,” Fae spat.
Galinda froze in shock. Never had she heard her name with such vile. She was almost scared to glance back. “How do you know who I am?”
“Oh, please, everyone on campus knows who you are. You don’t exactly hide it.”
“That’s because I don’t dress like a homeless punk,” Galinda sneered.
“Fuck you, Galinda!”
“What? No! Fuck you, Fae, if that’s even your real name!”
“I don’t have to answer that.”
“So you’ve been a fake this whole time? I should’ve known. I bet your voice is fake too.”
“My voice is as real as your arrogance. And you can’t say anything. You also could’ve told me your real name, Lin,” Fae ridiculed, spitting her nickname like a curse.
(True, but Galinda wouldn’t give her that satisfaction of admission.)
“If you asked, I would’ve told you,” Galinda argued.
“Would you?” Fae asked in disbelief.
Galinda was ready to shout “yes,” but the voice in her head made her hesitate.
‘No, I probably wouldn’t have.’
Since their first conversation, Galinda didn’t feel like Galinda Upland, but simply Galinda. She couldn’t help but cling to that feeling of living this secret-double life that allowed her to be herself without judgment. Who could resist that?
Unfortunately, her silence answered for Galinda.
“I knew it. What? Scared I would’ve ratted you out to the entire student body if they knew how much of a nerd Galinda Upland is?”
Galinda glared at her. “Please, they wouldn’t fall for that, especially coming from a nobody like you.”
“Better than being a manipulative bitch–”
SMACK!
Fae stumbled back, holding her cheek, and stared wide-eyed at Galinda, whose hand burned red from the impact.
“You little shit.”
Before Galinda could react, Fae slapped her in the face – hard. After regaining her footing, Galinda glanced at the artist, who gave her a taunt. The blonde may not be able to see her expression, but she bet her life that Fae was smirking underneath her mask, and Galinda wanted nothing more than to smack it clean off. Gritting her teeth, Galinda rushed at Fae, who easily blocked her attack by holding her arms. The two were interlocked in a push and pull.
Switching tactics, Galinda yanked backwards, catching Fae off balance as she tripped forward. Galinda would’ve celebrated her little victory, but she underestimated her own force and completely fell to the ground. She grunted as pain flared from her back and front as Fae landed on top of her. The sunglasses slipped and hit Galinda on the head.
“Ow! What in Oz–”
The words choked in her throat as she stared at the familiar emerald. In the dark, Galinda could’ve dismissed it as someone else, but she spotted the shade of green around the eyes, and she knew this wasn’t just anybody.
“You?” Galinda exclaimed in shock and betrayal.
Glaring at her was none other than her roommate, Elphaba Thropp.