Disclaimer: HSM does not belong to me, duh.
"I sort of wish you were doing this just for me"
Those words hit him like a bolt of thunder. Did she really mean that? Did she really want him to perform with her on stage? Did she really want to sing with him? Was all this just another of her tricks?
But none of the questions made sense. He had always though that she had wanted to separate him from his friends, separate him from Gabriella. He had thought that she had wanted to parade him like some sort to pet poodle on stage. He had thought that Sharpay hated his singing voice.
But now she had no reason to act. There was no glitzy stage, no adoring audience. Her face was blotchy, her make-up was wet, her hair was in a mess and her eyes were red. She was definitely not ready for a close-up.
But to him she looked more real, more beautiful than ever. This was the real her, no make-up, no sparkling costume. This was the side of Sharpay that most people have never seen.
And at that instance, he realized that he wasn't just doing this for the Wildcats, he wasn't doing this for himself.
He was doing it for her.