Disclaimer: I do not own High School Musical in any shape or form.
A/N: Please don't flame me saying how great HSM2 is and that this is stupid. I actually do like that film, i just had thise idea and it wouldn't go away.
The Golf Course
John liked Lava Springs. It was quiet but not too quiet. It was relaxing but also energising. A bit on the expensive side but hey, you had to treat the family every once in a while, right?
Yes, Lava Springs was a great resort for a holiday.
His wife would go swimming, he would try assorted sports and he would put his children in with the kids' club. So far, it had been a smooth vacation.
On this particular day, John was walking. There was no specific reason for him to go walking: he had just felt like it. He had wandered by the pool, through some of the fields, through the grounds and now he was on the golf course. Part of him felt guilty for walking on it when he was clearly not supposed to but the other part- the rebellious part- told him that there were no signs telling him not to, if he got hit by a golf ball it was his own fault and besides, there were no golfers.
Which was actually a bit strange. Why were there no golfers? Maybe it was the wrong time? Although, he thought, there should have been somebody.
"I'm not gonna stop, that's who I am. I'll give it all I got, that is my plan."
John turned with some surprise. Ah, there was someone but he wasn't golfing. No, he was…was he dancing? And singing? He was pounding his hand and flicking his arms out. John stopped to stare at the strange individual.
"Will I find what I lost? You know you can," the figure sang, twirling as he did so.
John rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
"Bet on it, bet on it." The figure was walking now, but still doing arm movements. Cautiously, John moved closer, trying to remember all the self-defence he had ever been taught.
The figure seemed to walk around in a circle and then, an odd little strut, while still singing about some sort of plan he was making. John found himself praying that this plan did not include any more dancing.
Another spin, another arm flick and the man (he could see it was a man now) fell to his knees. Was this lunatic joining in with the anti-dance prayer?
The man got up and started to run towards where John was. All desire to meet this individual left John, who promptly turned and looked for a good hiding place. He jumped off the little rocky hill.
"How will I know if there's a path worth taking?" Now that the man was closer, John could see who it was.
That golf teacher. The one who had told his Sara that she had a great aim and had inspired a great desire to be a golfer. Troy. That was his name.
Was he safe to be near children?
"With all I've lost, my heart is breaking," Troy sang, flicking his arms out and then sinking to the floor. John wondered whether it was the random outburst of music that had made this teenager lose whatever it was he was annoyed about.
Troy walked on, still singing about doubting dreams. John took the opportunity to back away. Quickly. Before he ended up in the next song.
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"Daddy, why are we leaving?" Sara whined from the back of the car.
John put his foot on the gas. "Come on, come on," he muttered to the car.
"John, you're nearly at the speed limit," his wife pointed out.
"Got to keep going, need to go."
"Daddy, are we ever going back?"
Images of dancing golf teachers flowed through his mind.
"I wouldn't bet on it," he muttered before flooring the car.