“Morning sunshine.” Mimi said cheerfully that next morning. Mark felt dazed as he walked into the kitchen, early on a Tuesday morning. The room was drafty and cold since they couldn’t afford heating. Soft snowflakes fell outside, covering the street in a thin layer of cold, muddy slush. Mark shivered as he fell onto the rough couch.
Mimi had started recovering quickly after him and Roger began to take care of her again. She’d been staying in their apartment until she could get back on her own two feet again… at least that’s what Roger said....
GLINDA:
(Spoken)
Elphie, now that we're friends, I've decided to make you my new project!
ELPHABA:
(Spoken)
You really don't have to do that...
GALINDA:
(Spoken)
I know, that's what makes me so nice!
(Sung)
Whenever I see someone less fortunate than I,
And let's face it, who isn't less fortunate than I?
My tender heart tends to start to bleed.
And when someone needs a makeover,
I simply have to take over!
I decided to do a story where I put my iPod on shuffle and start writing. Lucky for me, all the songs were basically sad or angry music. So this is what I came up with :)
The rain pattered on the windows drowsily, drowning out Alana’s choking sobs. She sat in her favorite wooden rocker, and buried her face in her hands miserably. Her black hair clung to her sweaty face. Her clammy palms were wet from tears. She never wanted to move from that spot again. Although she was filled with irrevocable remorse, she felt comfortable there. No one in the house, rain...
Meredith sat up in the middle of the night screaming. Again. She felt tears wet her eyes at another miserable attempt at sleep. She wanted to pull her sore eyes from her sockets. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stay asleep. She wasn’t going to get any more sleep tonight, and Meredith knew that. She pulled off the sheets and slowly stood up. She wobbled slightly and held her head. These nightmares were going to be the death of her.
Meredith crept down the hall and into the kitchen for a little snack. Maybe some warm milk would put her to...
You get up
And somebody tells you
Where to go to
When you get there
Everybody's telling you
What to do
Thank you
It's been another
Bloody Monday
And noone
Is asking what you wanted
Anyway
A place, Somewhere
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