Song of the Day #2

For some reason, my last two posts weren't showing up, but now they are. Very strange. . . ANYway, here's another completely random song. So random, in fact, that I'm still deciding what song to type. Gimme a sec. . .

Okay, got it. This is from Wicked, a musical about the Wicked Witch of the West and Glinda the Good Witch of the North as they grew up together, meeting at school. They started hating each other, then became best friends. This is when they actually began getting along.

Popular

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 know I know exactly what they need. And even in your case, though it's the toughest case I've yet to face, don't worry! I'm determined to succeed! Follow my lead and yes, indeed, you will be. . .

Popular! You're gonna be pop-u-lar! I'll teach you the proper ploys when you talk to boys, little ways to flirt and flounce! Ooh! I'll show you what shoes to wear, how to fix your hair. Everything that really counts to be popular. I'll help you be pop-u-lar! You'll hang with the right cohorts, you'll be good at sports, know the slang you've got to know! So let's start 'cause you've got an awfully long way to go. Don't be offended by my frank analysis; think of it as personality dialysis. Now that I've chosen to become a pal, a sister and adviser, there's nobody wiser! Not when it comes to popular. I know about pop-u-lar! And with an assist from me to be who you'll be, instead of dreary who you were. Well, are. There's nothing that can stop you from becoming pop-u-ler. . . -lar. La, la, la-a, la. We're gonna make you pop-u-lar!

When I see depressing creatures with unpreposessing features, I remind them on their own behalf to think of celebrated heads of state or especially-great communicators. Did they have brains or knowledge? Don't make me laugh! They were popular! Please. . . It's all about pop-u-lar. It's not about aptitude, it's the way you're viewed. So it's very shrewd to be very very popular like me!

*Spoken* And now, I'm going to change your plain old frock into a beautiful ballgown! *waves training wand like a baton* Ballgown. *Nothing happens. Waves it again, furiously.* Ballgown! *Elphaba cowers, but nothing happens. Glinda begins whacking the wand against her bed.* Is this thing on? *Elphaba speaks* Want me to try? *Glinda throws the wand over her shoulder.* Oh just wear the frock. It's pretty! And now, for the finishing touch. . . *She takes the pink flower from her hair and pins it in Elphie's.* Ooh, pink goes good with green. *She hands Elphie a mirror.* Why Miss Elphaba, look at you! You're beautiful! *Elphaba* I- I have to go. *She runs off.* *Glinda* You're welcome. . .

*Glinda sings* And though you protest your disinterest, I know clandestinely. . . You're gonna grin and bear it, your newfound popularity! La, la, la-a, la! You'll be popular! Just not quite as popular as me!