I don't have a lot of a life. Believe me, I know. Most people think I'm just the snobby, stuck-up, drama rich kid who feeds off his sister's existence.
I'm not a parasite.
There's hardly time for being alone.
On
Monday, it's school, rehearsal, voice lessons, dance lessons,
sleep.
On Tuesday, it's school, rehearsal, tap class, improv,
sleep.
On Wednesday it's school, rehearsal, jazz workshop,
voice, sleep.
I think you know where I'm going with this.
Saturday is 'free day'. And I don't like spending my free days as Sharpay does. She curls up with a box of chocolate and watches old movies.
Every once in a while, I'll join her. We'll hang out in her room in our pajamas and croon I Singin' In the Rain /I as loud as we can until someone comes and tells us to shut up.
Then there are the other times…when I get into one of my 'moods', which I've easily been slipping in and out of lately.
And when I get into a 'mood', I go out. Anywhere and everywhere.
I usually end up someplace I've never been. A place where I don't have to be Ryan Evans. At least not the Ryan Evans everyone else thinks they know.
However, I seem to find myself at this dance club a lot. It's called Chill. And there are tons of people, loud music, and flashing lights. I'm not wearing one of my usual get-ups, and I'm not trying to stand out.
I just dance. Not some corny tap routine, or a showy number with a fake smile pasted on my face.
I close my eyes. And just let the music take me.
