Wicked Fanfiction Watching The Musical Novels & Stories

Just watched, every muscle coiled, waiting to see if I'd fall. I didn't slip. The music dropped. Heavy bass, rhythmic, a heartbeat that matched the pulse in my throat. The floor was a skating rink of malicious intent, oily residue of sabotage trying to sweep my feet out before I'd even begun. 'Nice try, Ivy. You're playing checkers with a woman who's already died once.' I didn't fight the slickness. I leaned into it. The music thundered. I summoned the void.

Invisible. The music swelled, a live band pumping out some syrupy tune, and there they were - Lucas and Leila, locked together on the dance floor. He held her like she was made of gold, his hands steady on her waist, her gown rippling like liquid moonlight. The crowd watched, their eyes glinting with envy, and I felt it again - that ache, that rage, clawing up my spine. I edged closer, tray balanced in my trembling hands, pretending to offer drinks as I strained to hear them over the noise.

It caused her eyes to twinkle with happiness. All five Alphas were huddled around a one-way mirror that looked into the chamber. I immediately understood what was so fucking funny. Jackson and two other people were ducking and weaving from person to person, randomly smacking the shit out of them. “Musical Slaps-a-Bitch! That’s what we need to invent,” Brynn said, bouncing excitedly. They looked at her as if she just offered up the holy grail within that suggestion. Thompson pulled out his phone and found the music that he wanted.

Everything was just an act to make her jealous. I almost laughed out loud, feeling utterly absurd. What did they take me for? A tool for their games? The theater lights dimmed as the musical reached a climactic scene. In the darkness, I gripped the armrests tightly, listening to the hushed whispers and rustling sounds of fabric coming from the two beside me. They probably thought the musical's volume was loud enough to drown it out, but I heard everything. Suddenly, a sharp, metallic snap echoed through the theater. Someone screamed, "Watch out above!"

He said, "I'm not Adrian King for nothing. Tell me what show it is. I'll make sure you see it after the semester break." Sadly, however, Riley never got to see the show. They went on a semester break, and when school returned, Adrian had met an accident. ### BACK TO THE PRESENT ### ~ "It's time to try defying gravity I think I'll try defying gravity." ~ In the very front row of the opera house, Riley covered her mouth. Tears were brimming in her eyes as she listened to the song, Defying Gravity, sung by a Broadway actress on stage. They were watching the famous musical "Wicked."

I am ready to drop my bags off in my room and change into some yoga pants and a t-shirt and get an hour of dancing in. I get to my room and hastily change and turn my spotify to an upbeat hip hop song and turn my blue tooth speaker all the way up. I then close my eyes and lose myself to the music. I must not have heard the knock at my door because at some point I turn my body towards the door and open my eyes only to see Bren, Gloria, Brandon, and Greg watching me with their mouths hanging open. I rush over to my phone and turn the music off.

I shrug my shoulders. "They have Footloose playing at different times this month?" "Is Footloose really considered to be a musical?" I furrow my brow while I press my foot down on the accelerator, the open road of the highway opening up in front of us. "I think so, there's singing and dancing in it?" I see her shoulders shrug out of the corner of my eye. It sounds like one she would enjoy, I'll suffer through it. "Alright then, I'll book us some tickets tomorrow" I reply. I'm happily surprised when Amelia leans over in her seat and presses a soft kiss to the side of my cheek.

The thrill of something forbidden, with so many people so close, sent a rush of heat through me. She noticed the change, her breath catching in a sound that felt both startled and tender. Instead of pulling away, she leaned closer, and the space between us disappeared in an instant. From where I was, the nearness of her, the soft movement of fabric, the closeness of it all, it was overwhelming. At that moment, she cheered and danced, waving her glow stick in the air, her eyes fixed on the performers on stage. She was shouting along with the music, "Hubby, I love you, hubby," as if she were calling out to the stars themselves.

The music was already starting to reach us, a deep bass vibrating through the ground. Max was bouncing up and down next to me, her eyes alight with excitement. "I've been waiting for this for months!" she shouted over the noise of the crowd. "Xefora is my favorite band ever!" As we pushed our way closer to the stage, the music became louder and more intense. The stage was a flurry of lights and movement, and the crowd was completely absorbed by the performance. I was starting to feel the excitement too, and I couldn't help but dance along with Max. Finally, we made it to the front row, and I was completely blown away by the sheer scale of the performance. Xefora was in full swing, their musi

She didn’t know who I was anymore. Neither did Adrian. *** Back inside, the music picked up again. Applause filled the air as more people danced, their joy bouncing under the golden lights. I slipped into the shadows. Watching. Watching her. Watching them. Let her pretend. Let them both enjoy their fairytale. But I was coming. And this time—I wouldn’t be playing nice.