She giggled and took it. "T̶h̸a̸n̴k̵s̷s̴s̴s̶s̴o̶o̶o̷o̷ ̵m̸u̷c̶h̶!̸"
With a leap, she jumped down off the bed. Upon landing, and flexed her limbs, causing them to crack. With a shake of her head and a hum, she returned to Odette, who was up out of her chair, watching Red fall into his drunken state. Odile rushed up beside her, knocking into her shoulder and causing her to stumble.
"H̵e̵r̷e̷ ̸y̵o̴u̶ ̴g̶o̴!̶ ̵D̵r̶i̴n̷k̷ ̷u̵p̴,̶ ̵d̸r̷u̴n̷k̶a̵r̶d̶!̶"
Odette turned to her frowning. She wondered how she slept at night, finding herself face-to-face with this horror-movie-esque version of herself lingering around so often. She must have been desensitized because of how often she watched them.
Snatching the vial, she narrowed her eyes at the reddish color of it. She could practically taste the dye already, and it made her shudder. But, she didn't have a choice here, did she? She exchanged looks with Odile, before uncorking it and downing the substance. As she did, a puff of smoke appeared in front of her, with clear letters inscribed into it.
[[Sing a showtune! Full production! 🎶]]
Her eyes widened, and Odile started clapping almost immediately.
"O̶H̵H̵H̷ ̵Y̵A̶Y̷,̵ ̴S̷H̴O̵W̷T̸I̵M̴E̷!̵"
"Hang on, what?"
The lights shut off, and a single spotlight from gods know where rained down on her. There was suddenly a fully functional orchestra just off to her left, and they began to play in an accelerando. She recognized the tune almost immediately, and whined outwardly as the flashbacks of her in a black witches cloak, covered head to toe in green body paint, racked her brain.
"WAIT, NOT WICKED, HOLY SHIT--"
The potion took effect, and she suddenly had no control over her mouth, or her vocal cords.
🎶So if you care to find me
Look to the western sky!
As someone told me lately
"Everyone deserves the chance to fly!"
And if I'm flying solo
At least I'm flying free
To those who ground me
Take a message back from me🎶
🎶And nobody in all of Oz
No wizard that there is or was
Is ever gonna...🎶
She managed to break the effects of the potion to make a snide comment. "I hate this note so much."
🎶Bring...me...down!🎶
There was a reason she didn't like this song, and it was that goddamn trill. Idina Menzel really went out of her way to make this song the bane of Odette's existence. Odette had the chops and the range to hold that final note for the solid 6 seconds it required, but gods did she fucking hate doing it, especially without a warmup. The song rounded out, and on the final beat, the lights turned back on, the orchestra disappeared, and Odette was released from the potions hold. She slapped her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide, signaling just how mortified she was.
Meanwhile, Odile was sitting on the recliner couch she'd been so obsessed with earlier, clapping ecstatically. "A̷G̵A̵I̵N̷!̸ ̴A̵G̴A̷I̸N̵!̷
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