"Ladies and gentlemen! A native from Albuquerque, and a funny guy! CHAD DANFORTH!" announced the Emcee over the roar of the cheering crowd. Chad Danforth came bounding out with an excited, child-like smile on his face.

"Hey! What's up Santa Fe!" he yelled, earning another cheer for him in the crowd. "Oh wow, this is such good turn out…wow…you guys are awesome." He stuffed his hands in his pockets and gripped the microphone tightly,

"Y'know, my life right now is great, I just celebrated my 15th wedding anniversary, and my daughter learned to drive—which be sure to thank your lucky stars that you live here and not where we live because—" a deep guffaw escaped his throat "—my daughter is just the worst driver ever!" the audience laughed.

"I mean, when I was teaching her to drive my neighbor came up to me the next day…."

"Hey, Danforth," asked his neighbor, Tyrone Williams, "when did you get a stereo system in your car?" Chad stopped what he was doing—which happened to be cleaning the gutters of his house, he climbed down the ladder and faced his neighbor, wiping his hands on the washcloth that he always kept in his back pocket that he had with him when he did odd jobs around the house.

"Stereo system? What do you mean, I didn't get no stereo system…" Tyrone looked at him, a confused look on his face.

"Well, yesterday when you and your daughter were at the corner, I heard something that sounded"—he put a hand over his mouth and imitated a booming, bass dropping stereo—"BOOM BOOM BOOM!" Chad gave a small sheepish smile.

"Uh, that wasn't a stereo system," Chad said, hoping those words would be enough to clear up the misunderstanding.

"Then what was it?"

Uh—oh, it should've been expected to be asked this question. Chad ran a hand through his hair, but he answered without skipping a beat, "it was me stomping on the imaginary brakes on the passenger side of the car…"

The audience roared with laughter when Chad finished the story, even Chad himself chuckled lightly. "You cannot make that up, its honestly too stupid to make up…ha." The audience finished up their laughter.

"Y'know, it makes you proud that when your kids are just little and they are literally attached to your hip and want to do everything together," the audience whooped in agreement and cheered lightly, "yeah, so you guys get it, but you parents know how it is when they grow up and it stops being you and your kids to your kids and the weird friends that they bring home

"Like—I'll tell you a story, a short one, but a story; my daughter has this friend who is into the goth scene and I got to know…what is with these freaks?"

The audience laughed, "I mean, the black clothing, black hair, black nails, white paper face—I'm sorry, but didn't we used to call that 'Halloween'?"

"Daddy?" asked 16 year old Christina Danforth,

"yeah sweetheart," Chad said looking up from his work—and by work, I mean the basketball game that was playing and currently being overran by his number one team. The Redhawks.

"I want you to meet my friend…Lucy" Chad turned to his daughter to see a….well, something…standing next to her, did this chick have any other color scheme other than black? Chad tried to keep all sarcastic comments to himself.

He stood up, held out his hand and said, "Well hello Luci….fer" and what he got was a gasp of sarcastic shock from Christina and a glare beyond all evil from her friend.

"I kid all you guys NOT," Chad said, the audience still dying down from the story. "if looks could kill, this chick looked at me as if saying, 'I will set you ablaze right now'" the audience then again, erupted in a fit of chortles and chuckles.

Chad couldn't help but laugh as well, "Then there's the boys that we have to worry about, and my wife keeps asking telling me that I got to be nice—here's a great example!"

"Last month, me and the family were all at the lake and it is about 3:35 in the morning when the phone rings…"

"Chad, get the phone…" said Sharpay Evans-Danforth, groaning as the loud ringing of the phone buzzed loudly through the master bedroom of the lakeside cabin, Chad groaned turning over on his side.

"Shar, babe, you get it—"

"I'm asleep, you get it…" she groaned, pulling the cover's off of him, he shivered as the warmth of the blankets was replaced by freezing cold air. He groaned exasperatedly, reaching over to grab the phone that sat on the side table on his side of the bed.

"Hello?" he asked, his voice dripping with sleep, but soon went away real quickly when he heard the voice on the other end.

"Uh, is Christina there?" Chad's eyes widened with anger and annoyance, and he couldn't stop the words that came out of his mouth.

"Boy, if you have any brains in that hard skull of yours you will hang up the phone right now!" and the teenage boy on the other end couldn't have hung up any faster than he did. Chad huffed, slamming the phone back in its cradle and went back to bed, pulling the covers back over himself and nearly falling asleep, that is until Sharpay said,

"Chad, you've got to be nice…" she said, turning her head to face him. Chad instantly to eyeball her tired but annoyed face.

"NO! NO! NO!" chad yelled, "No ma'am! Nice ends at midnight!"

The audience laughed harder than before,

Sharpay rolled her eyes, turning her back to her husband and falling asleep once again.

"Then my wife started asking me what I'll do when Christina starts dating before we got the call," Chad took a deep breath, the audience dying down once again. Sometimes he—actually, all the time—loved the adrenaline he got from being up here and the joy he got from making people laugh like this.

"And I said, 'honey, I'll cross that bridge when I get to it'…"

"Chad seriously," Sharpay asked, aggravated that her husband was avoiding the question. "what are you going to do when our daughter starts dating because the way you've been acting—and especially at the lake—"

"Hey! That was fairness on my part because that numbskull of a boy called at 3 fricking 35 in the fricking morning!" Chad defended himself.

"Well that doesn't matter Chad," Sharpay said, crossing her arms and sitting next to her husband. "but what will you do when our baby girl stars growing up and dating…"

"Babe, you want to know what'll do, I'll tell you what I'll do…"

Sharpay listened intently, interested in what he would do. "First, I'll put my arm around his shoulders and lean up to him so only he can hear what I'll say, and I'll say, 'Boy' he stared intently into Sharpay's eyes, 'boy, look at me, you see that girl over there? She's my world, she's my little girl, so if you think about kissing…and hugging….you just remember these words.' "He let a small extended silence lay between them for a second or two before finishing, " 'I got no problem going back to prison'"

The audience laughed, and Chad bowed. "You guys were great! Now, I want you to keep the love flowing for my best friend TROY BOLTON!"

The audience stood up and applauded as the blue eyed hunk of man, Troy Bolton, came walking out with a glass of scotch and a cigarette in his mouth. Wearing a simple black pants suit.

this is a two shot, I will post the second part later on…but I hope you enjoyed this part!