(Sits on the stool, pats the floor) Sit.
(ELPHABA watches her go, touches her own green cheek, then looks at her hand where the spark came from.) Wicked Jr The Musical Script
(Standing, striking a pose) Darling, no one remembers ordinary. Now stand up. Let’s practice your wave. (Sits on the stool, pats the floor) Sit
(Elphaba waves bigger. A small spark of magic pops from her hand. Galinda shrieks — delighted.) (Sits on the stool
Horrifying. Again. With feeling .
Maybe ordinary isn’t so bad.