Act Two: Scene Three

(As the golden glow of the Marquee B swirls around Baxter, he soars through the Broadway time stream once again. Music echoes around him, flashes of past performances flicker in the air. He hears the distant whoosh of wind—)

THUMP!

(He lands on… something. Something hard. And moving. And very, very high up.)

(Baxter’s whiskers twitch. His little rat nose sniffs the air. He dares to open his eyes.)

(And then—his tiny heart drops.)

Baxter Realizes His Situation

(He is standing—*no, balancing—*on the edge of a broomstick. A soaring, sky-high, spell-casting broomstick.)

(Below him? The entire land of Oz. Glittering, glowing, so far down. The winds howl around him. The moonlight illuminates the stage.)

(And right beside him?)

ELPHABA.

(In full, green-skinned, dramatic Defying Grabity mode.)

(And she is holding out a hand.)

“Together we’re unlimited…” 

(Baxter freezes. His tail flicks in panic. He looks at her. Then the sky. Then at her again. Then at the audience below—who are all watching, waiting, breathless.)

(Oh no.)

(OH NO. He knows what’s coming. He’s not just in Wicked. He’s IN THE NUMBER.)

HE IS FLYING.

Baxter Has No Choice – He Sings!

(Elphaba grips the broomstick, eyes burning wiff determination. Her emerald hand is still outstretched toward him.)

“If you care to find me, look to the Western sky!” 

(The orchestra builds. The music shakes the theater. Elphaba BELTS. The broomstick tilts. Baxter nearly falls.)

(And then, somehow, by pure Broadway magic—)

“AS SOMEONE TOLD ME LATELY… EBERYONE DESERBES THE CHANCE TO FLY!” 

HE HITS THE HIGH NOTE.

(The audience gasps. Elphaba’s eyes widen. The orchestra erupts. The broomstick rises even HIGHER.)

“AND IF YOU CARE TO FIND ME—”

(Elphaba and Baxter BELT TOGETHER. The lights explode in dazzling emerald brilliance. The cape billows. The crowd is on their feet.)

“TELL THEM HOW I AM DEFYYYYYYYING… GRA-BIT-TY!” 

(Baxter clings to the broomstick for dear life, but in this moment—he is unstoppable. He is soaring. He is BROADWAY.)

THE AUDIENCE ROARS.

(The music swells to its peak. The sky glows green. The broomstick holds steady. Elphaba throws back her head in triumph—)

THE MARQUEE B GLOWS AGAIN!

(The golden energy sparks around Baxter, wrapping him in light. The broomstick shudders. Elphaba turns in shock—)

Elphaba (shouting over the wind):
“BAXTER, WHAT’S HAPPENING?!”

(Baxter flails as he starts to vanish. The magic is taking him again.)

(The last thing he hears—)

“TOOOOOO FLYYYYYYYYY!!!” 

(—before he is ripped from Oz, vanishing into the Broadway void.)