Lights. They blind you straight away when that idiot calls out your name. Sing, Troy, sing. Not like anyone back in school would know.
Lights. They pass another young girl, pretty and about your age. Pretty, yes… Sing, sing, sing.
Music. It plays throughout the room and all eyes are on you and that other girl who seems more nervous than you. But you were more conscious than nervous, of course. Troy Bolton, always the popular guy. You wouldn't want your posse to see you like this.
Let go. You sing your heart out anyway.
The start of something…
New.