Title: Moments in an Evolution
Summary: Troy has no "Bet On It" epiphany and Sharpay's summer continues to go exactly as planned. More like a series of Troypay drabbles than something resembling a plot.
No ownership of HSM(2), blah, blah, etc, etc.
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It was their third rehearsal for the talent show, and while Troy thought they sounded decent to good, Sharpay had found something seemingly monumentally wrong with every run–through. After the sixth take, Troy's throat was scratching unbearably and he was covered in pink glitter, a look he was pretty sure wasn't great for him. Sharpay was running around, yelling at the Sharpettes, the band, Kelsi, the lighting guy, everyone. He walked across the stage and grabbed her upper arm.
"Umm…Sharpay?" Troy began hesitantly. "Could we, uh, maybe try the song the way it was written?"
"No," replied Sharpay with irritation as she shakes his hand off her.
"Why not? It's really too high for me. I may not be an actual singer but you have to have heard that I'm seriously straining to reach every note in this song."
"No. That was Gabriella's song," she says disdainfully, "and nothing I'm doing will ever be like her. My production, my way."
"But…" Troy trails off.
"But what Bolton?" Regardless of how nice she's been to him recently, Troy can't help but notice that in rehearsal her inner drama dictator never fails to shine through. He can sense her growing irritation with his amateurism, and quickly rushes out his next thought.
"I just don't think it means the same thing when it's all fast and rockstarish like this."
Sharpay is taken aback and looks quite surprised for a few seconds. "Do you want it to mean the same thing?" she asks quietly.
"Maybe I do."
"With me?"
"Yes."
"Then we'll do it that way." And Sharpay smiles for the first time all rehearsal.
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So, this is my first foray into HSM fiction. Honestly, I'm surprised that there isn't more fic set during HSM2, so I'm going to dive into that. Expect more little scenes like this, and over time, it may evolve into a plot.
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