Stay The Night.
Introduction.
"Daddy, Hey Hey Daddy, Hey Dad"
"What Sharpay?"
"I'm marrying Troy Bolton today"
"I'm sure you are sweetheart."
Okay, so maybe that was a tad dramatic. But I am meeting him tonight! The Troy Bolton, The superstar Troy Bolton, The most amazing singer you will ever find, Troy Bolton.
I've been like this all day, okay all week. No scratch that, all month! Ever since Daddy got me tickets to his latest US tour and backstage passes to match with a guarantee of meeting him! I plan on us having a romantic liaison, It all starts with him seeing me and is immediately overwhelmed with at how beautiful I am and how perfect we fit together and so he proposes to me right there and then, announcing our engagement on stage whilst we sing a duet together to celebrate. Before you ask, Yes I have had this dream and Yes, I know its totally not going to happen but I'm hoping he will at least remember my name. Is that too much to ask?
I continued to dance around the living room and in and out of the kitchen until I got under Moms feet enough times for her to yell at me and tell me to sit down, So instead I went upstairs to dance around instead because its just impossible for me to sit still for more than a minute at a time without wriggling around, Its Troy freakin Bolton!
I rushed into my room, My colour scheme and decoration? Troy Bolton with a hint of glamour. My posters dominate my room, That's all you can see. I can't even remember the colour of my walls underneath! Knowing me, Probably pink. I twirled around my four poster bed that's in centre placement, Singing my little heart out as loud as I can so that the whole world would know how happy I am. I occasionally reached my hand out to stroke a few Troy posters, along with the cardboard cut outs I have collected up in one of the corners of my room.
I was happily in my own little world until Daddy yelled "Sharpay, 45 minutes and were leaving!"
Crap, I have nothing to wear! Well, Of course I have something to wear. But I don't have anything appropriate for a meeting with the sensational Troy Bolton. I could wear one of my various Troy t shirts, But would he be freaked out if I turned up in a t shirt with his face on? 'Yes' is probably the answer to that, I finally decided on a cute little floral dress after chucking out half of my wardrobe on the floor whilst rocking out to my ipod. I was ready to go meet Troy Bolton.
The journey to the venue was awkward, not for me! But for Daddy. It was only a short 20 minute ride up the road and round a few corners from me but that 20 minutes was filled with me gushing about how hot Troy is and wondering if he would be any hotter in person, but then contradicting myself and saying there is no way he could get any hotter than he already is. Dad didn't seem to care. He was too busy worrying about the timings and how he was going to escort Troy from his car to the backstage door without the group of screaming girls that is inevitably following behind him. Okay, I should probably explain what my Daddy's job is and how I got these front row tickets with backstage passes. See, My Dad is a bodyguard for the stars. Whenever anybody famous comes down our way, He is employed to look after them and protect them from any dangers. And hence the fact that I have these tickets and passes.
I carried on rambling to Daddy, oblivious to where we were. For we had just pulled up outside the show hall, I was stopped only by Dads single point of a finger out the window and I was in awe. A giant billboard of Troy's face had been put up outside to promote his new album, there was a red carpet running up to the front doors, along with the posh lights you get outside of premiers in Hollywood that can be seen for miles. For the whole day I had been non stop excited, but now we were actually here…I felt sick.
"Daddy, Where are the toilets."