It was the end of the musical, Senior Year, a brilliant title by Ms. Darbus, and a tall girl shooed her friends away playfully as she packed up her instrument. She lovingly buffered the keypads as she looked up at the curtains covering the stage, knowing it wouldn't be long until one of the teachers approached her about the next year's musical. And sure enough, just as the girl was sliding the large instrument into it's case, the drama teacher walked up beside her, smiling proudly with a slightly distant look in her eyes. The girl's grey eyes sparkled as she looked up smiling, putting a lock of hair behind her ear and blowing her bangs out of her eyes. "Are you alright Ms. D?" she asked, standing up and stretching slightly.
"Oh, yes, I'll be fine. Just thinking about how I will miss that group. As much trouble as they got in, it was fun," she stated, and the girl nodded in agreement.
"Ya, I remember last year; I could hear Coach Bolton yelling at the boys all the way in the music room. Although, the musical they put on was gorgeous. I'm going to miss playing Kelsi's music," she said, nodding and smiling once again.
"Ah, and music is just what I came here to talk to you about, dear. Now that Kelsi is at Julliard, I would like you to help write and do the music for the winter musical. I know it may seem strange, seeing as it is almost the last day of school and winter is a long way away but…"
"It is never too early for music, Ms. D. I probably won't work on any music until I kind of know what I want to do. Hopefully I'm in your homeroom next year," she grinned. Sure, Ms. Darbus could be a pain, but she really cared about her students, a fact that she was aware of from her brother, who had graduated five years before.
"Well, whether you are or not, I expect ideas on my desk by the end of the school day. Now run along, Ms. James seems to have ignored your order to go have fun," Ms. Darbus laughed, as a regular height girl stood impatiently by the theatre exits. "I need to go and stand on the platform to congratulate the others who are graduating."
"Of course Ms. D, and I'll remember to think about some things for the musical. Have a nice summer!" she called as she kicked her case under her chair and ran to her friend, who punched her in the arm.
"What did Ms. Darbus want?" the impatient one asked, tugging her friend's hair teasingly.
"What do you think? I'm going to have to make the musical for next year."
A/N: Sorry it's short, I just wanted to put the...well, not really prolouge, in it's own chapter. Constructive critcism is appreciated. Oh, I clearly don't own any High School Musical characters, but I do own my two, and anyone I make up later.
