Juliet is… who?
Chapter One: The Play
A/N: Hey, I decided to be like a real author, and do several stories at once. So, I'm starting Juliet is… who? I think I have a really good idea for this. If you have any suggestions for future stories, just PM me.
Disclaimer: I don't own High School Musical. If I did, do you think I would be writing stories about it? No, I would be writing scripts, thank-you very much.
Have you ever wondered why school is so boring? I mean, some classes are interesting, such as Drama and Phys. Ed, but the other ones are so boring. Take history, for example. All we do is talk about dead guys who discovered stuff. Or sometimes, if we're lucky, dead women who discovered stuff. And honestly, who cares how the first humans lived? Personally, I don't even care what scientists say. As long as our world isn't about to explode, I'm good.
Don't even get me started about math. Math is like… singing for the deaf. Or miming for the blind. It's pointless! I mean, I'm good with multiplying and dividing and adding and subtracting. But honestly, when in my life will I divide a fraction? Or do an equation like, "3n + (-n) – (5n) 78." I mean, honestly! You never use that stuff in real life. I should know, my father is one of the most rich and powerful people in the world.
The reason why I am ranting about school is that I am, yet again, sitting through another boring LA class. To be truthful, I don't care about Emily Dickenson, or Hamlet. Even though Mrs. Darbus teaches it, and she is my favourite teacher. Seriously, the only part of class I listen to is the end, where she says our assignments. Or when she makes an important announcement. Which she was about to do.
"Class, I have an important announcement to make about the upcoming musical." I sat up in my seat and stared at Mrs. Darbus, which is not a fun thing to do. I'm sorry, but her outfits are atrocious. Today, for example, she was wearing a forest green dress, with a lime green waist scarf, which was patterned with yellow porcupines. And to top it off, she had on a lilac purple shawl. Not a positive fashion statement. And believe me, I, Sharpay Evans, know a lot about fashion.
She continued. "The musical has been canceled." A gasp went through the class. I was outraged. How could she do this? Take away the one thing I was good at! I turned around, and saw Ryan had the exact same facial expression as me.
"Now, now settle down. Let me continue," she said. I huffed one last time, and slouched down in my seat. "Instead of a musical, we will be doing the theatrical piece, Romeo and Juliet, to give the others who don't have an, ahem, advanced singing voice a chance."
My heart leap. Romeo and Juliet! It had always been my dream to play Juliet. My mom used to tell Ryan and I the story of Romeo and Juliet (without, of course, the violence and death). Ryan, being the grade three boy that he was, was totally grossed out, because "girls have cooties." Now, he didn't feel nearly the same way. I, of course, loved it, especially the romantic parts.
I stopped my trip down memory lane for a reality check; in musicals, Ryan and I are a triple threat. We sing, dance and act. But in just a play, way more people will audition, because maybe they can't sing or dance, but they can act. Which meant Ryan and I would have a worse chance of getting the lead. Crap! I turned my attention back to Mrs. Darbus.
"The auditions will be in the auditorium at lunch on Wednesday for those who would like to try out. Oh," she interrupted herself, "No costumes are needed for the auditions, thank-you." Everyone turned to look at me. I glared at them. So what if I overdid it sometimes? It just made the performance better, anyways.
The bell for the end of the day rang. I sighed in relief. The auditions are in two days! I have to practice!
"So, Ryan," I said as we walked out of the classroom. "What scene should we do at the auditions? I mean, we are obviously auditioning."
"I don't know, Sharpay." He replied. "I mean, there are a lot of, well, you know, kissing scenes."
I stopped by my locker and twirled my combination. "Yeah. So?"
"So, we're brother and sister, in case you haven't noticed! We can't kiss! It's gross!"
I turned to him. "Do you want us to sacrifice the lead just because you don't want to kiss me?"
"We don't have to sacrifice the lead; I do. I mean, I'm not as into theater as you." He finished hastily.
"But Ryan!" I whined. "This is my dream! For us to play Romeo and Juliet!"
Ryan put his hands on my shoulders. "Sharpay. Listen to me. Kissing each other; it was OK when we were little, but now it's gross. People will shun us, I swear! Do you want to be shunned, now that we've actually made friends? Plus, you have a boyfriend. What will he think?"
I ignored the little thing about Zeke. "Ryan, do you really care what people say about us?"
"Yes, I do, and I know you do, too. Don't tell me you buy all those designer clothes just because they are more expensive."
I sighed. "Can we please still audition? At least try! I'm sure if we both got the leads, we could get Mrs. Darbus to stop the kissing scenes. Or get a stand in, maybe."
Ryan rolled his eyes. "Fine. But I don't like it at all." He warned.
"Oh, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you!" I screeched, and jumped up and down. People that were left in the hallway started looking at me weird. I glared at them. I mean, excuse me if I get a bit excited sometimes.
I sighed and flounced off to my car. I'm guessing that school is going to be a bit more interesting from now on.
A/N: Yeah, I know, it's a really short chapter. You tell me if I should continue or not, I'm not quite sure. So review, review, review if you want to continue! Just press that little lavender button! Remember, I accept anonymous reviews!
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