Drew;

Sunday, June 10: We've been invited to the 66th Annual Tony Awards. Make sure to wear your best gala outfit and enjoy the show. Oh and if you're nominated or performing, break a leg! 

I included @tania-l's character.

Tonight was my night. The cast of Wicked had been invited to perform at the Tonys and obviously I was going to snatch some wigs. Especially that Milena girl... she sure thought she had what it takes to be a lead. I wasn't going to let her outshine me, so I asked for an exclusive costume to be prepared for the performance.

“Good evening, gentlemen.” I gave my best smile at the red carpet, my arm around my boyfriend's. Scott was looking as dapper as ever, he had even gotten a new haircut. On contrary belief, I truly loved him. I was just distant because of work. But he understood that. He always did.

The press asked me some questions, I replied as politely as I could—I mean, I might hate some of these reporters but I had an image to maintain. Then it was time for us to perform and I had to leave Scott.

“I'll be back as soon as I can.” I said with a smile, giving him a light kiss on the lips.
“I'll be right here.” He said grinning. “Break a leg.”

It was chaos backstage. Everyone was throwing clothes from side to side, getting ready for the performance. I spotted Milena in front of a mirror, checking her makeup out. I grabbed a container with green paint and dabbled it all in my face. Even with a green face, I was still hotter than her. Everyone said she looked like me, but I never saw the resemblance. I mean, I had a Tony award and she didn't.

“Lena.” I said sweetly, standing in front of the mirror, effectively cutting her vision.
“Hello, Drew.” She replied in a similar voice. “How are you?”
“Very excited to perform, you?” Two can play a game. Only one can bask in glory—that would be me.
“Likewise.” She stood up, grabbing a camera. “Hey, why don't we take a picture?”
“Absolutely.” I smiled, posing as fiercely as I could. Click. “Well, I'd better finish getting ready.” I said. “Break a leg.” I told her, hoping it'd be literally.

The shimmery gown was custom designed by Gareth Pugh—a new version of the fabulous Wizard of Oz inspired collection of 2009. I looked like a high fashion Elphaba but it still looked similar to the boring oversized gown I wore at the Broadway shows. 

We were halfway into the performance when Lena tried to take on the spotlight and I kindly shoved her by the side just as she sang one of the parts of 'Defying Gravity'

/Can't I make you understand? You're having delusions of grandeur/

I looked to my side and I noticed that Lena was stuck with one of the props. I smirked, singing my part confidently.

/I'm through accepting limits
''cause someone says they're so
Some things I cannot change
But till I try, I'll never know!
Too long I've been afraid of
Losing love I guess I've lost
Well, if that's love
It comes at much too high a cost!
I'd sooner buy
Defying gravity
Kiss me goodbye
I'm defying gravity
And you can't pull me down/

We continued with the song, everyone seemed delighted. By the end of it, we all curtsied and gave our bows and rushed backstage. Lena walked up to me and shoved me towards a wall.

“What was that?” She asked, clearly annoyed.
I shoved her aside, “What was what?” I rolled my eyes.
“You threw me into that prop!” She shrieked.
“Oh honey, you threw yourself into that prop. I just pushed you aside because that's what that moment required.”
“What the hell? No it did not.”
“Your word—the word of a rookie—against mine, a veteran.” I said with a smirk. “Have a lovely night, Milena. See you tomorrow.” I said, grabbing makeup remover and cleaning up the messy green makeup from my face.

I got back at our table and Scott was there with a bouquet of flowers.
“For the most amazing Elphaba I've ever seen at a performance.” He said, handing over the flowers.
“Oh darling, you shouldn't have.” I smiled, giving him a peck and sitting next to him.
“Everyone loved it. Especially that one part where you shoved Glinda aside.” Well, can't say they didn't like it. One point for me.
“Really?” I asked amused.
“Yeah, they weren't expecting it.”
“Well it was a spur of the moment.” I said, shrugging.
“I think we should get married, Drew.” Scott said with a grin.
I looked down, “But darling, what about my career? You know how people get...”
“It can wait. They all will agree.” He shook his head. “The thing is, I truly love you, Drew. I want you to be my wife.”
“I'll think about it. But I'm happy with being engaged.”
“Then you'll be even happier being married to me.” I wasn't so sure about that, but I wasn't going to let it spoil the night. I gave him a light squeeze in the hand and turned around to face the Newsies performance.
(Dress edited by Satinee)
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