Look at this. I must have it. It will be mine.
I played the Wicked Witch in our high school's production of The Wizard of Oz; there's even a photo of me in our yearbook in my oh-so-sexy latex nose. I suffered for my art. I remember being distraught at the sight of several of my Lee Press-on nails (remember those?) flying across the stage during a performance, starting my disillusionment with acting in general and musical theatre specifically. When you can't dance too well and you can't control clawlike plastic fingernails, those are hints. After the next year, when I had to sing tenor (yes, girls, tenor) in a skin- tight satin dress while battling a mystery ailment that made me lose so much weight I sat on stage, shivering from cold, I was about done with performing. So I got out of acting, went into makeup and costume (probably I was searching for nails that would not fly off and the perfect Chinese brocade shift dress--these were my definitions of high style in the mid-90s), and then ended up in the insurance industry. It was a natural progression, I think.
Anyway, I still hold an affection for the story of the Wizard of Oz. Not for Dorothy. The witch. I love the book and musical Wicked. The witch got a bad rap. Yes, she was nasty. You'd be nasty too if you were green, and people made fun of you. And your fingernails flew off at a moment's notice. That will grate on you. And Dorothy broke in her house to steal stuff. I realize she needed to get home, but all criminals have a justification for their crime. Does that make it right? No.
So this is on my wish list. And it will be in my cart when it comes out.