Musical One Shots, Imagines and Preferences (Requests Closed)

Popular - Wicked

"(Y/N/N), now that we're friends, I've decided to make you my new project," Galinda sits next to you on your bed
"You really don't have to do that," you reply.
"I know," she smiles, "that's what makes me so nice. Whenever I see someone less fortunate than I, and let's face it, who isn't, less fortunate that, my tender heart tends to start to bleed. And when someone needs a makeover, I simply have to take over. 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 have no interest in popularity, but you're too polite to say anything to Galinda.

"You're gonna be popular. 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 popular, 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," she leans over to you, "think of it as personality dialysis. Now that I've chosen to become a power sister and adviser, there's nobody wiser, not when it comes to popular. I know about popular, 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 populer...lar."

You didn't realise how much Galinda could say in the space of about 2 minutes, but you kept listening.

"We're gonna make you popular. When I see depressing creatures with unprepossessing features, I remind them on their own behalf to think of celebrates heads of state or especially great communicators. Did they have brains or knowledge, don't make me laugh! They were popular, please, its all about popular. Its not about aptitude, its the way you're viewed, so its very shrewd to be very, very popular like me."

"This is never going to work," you say.
"Oh (Y/N/N), you mustn't think that way anymore! Your whole life is going to change, and all because of me. Okay, stand... I will turn your frock into a beautiful ball gown! Stand up," you stand up and she waves her wand at your dress, "Ball gown!" she shouts. Nothing happens so she tries again, "Ball gown!" she shouts again. Still nothing, "is this thing on?"
"Do you want me to try?" you ask.
"No, I've got it," she tries one more time, and nothing happens, "oh, just wear the frock, its pretty! Now, I'll show you how to toss your hair. Toss, toss," she tosses her hair over her shoulders, "or you could use your hand," she demonstrates again, "now, for the finishing touch," she grabs a flower and puts it in your hair, "why, Miss Elphaba, look at you. You're beautiful."
She grabs a mirror and you look into it. You don't look anything like yourself.
"I... I have to go," you run out of the room and shut the door. You just stand outside and listen into the door. You can hear Galinda talking to herself. Something about you grinning and bearing your popularity, but you won't be as popular as her. You stand for a while, then smile to yourself. Galinda giving you a makeover was really sweet, even if you didn't want one. You're really starting to like your roommate.