Disclaimer: Do I honestly own HSM? No, but I'd like to. The people who do are filthy rich!
Note: I've decided I'm going to write… a High School Musical fanfiction. Now, some of the people on here who know me- know I'm not exactly the type you'd see writing in this type of fanfiction. Well, I have a secret. I indulge in the occasional Chyan HSM fic. There. I admitted it. I feel strangely liberated.
Back on topic. Alright, I do read some HSM fanfictions. Anyways, I got to thinking one day, what is it that makes a guy like Ryan enjoy the stage so much? And naturally, I had just finished watching an old movie, the 1962 Phantom of the Opera to be exact. Anyways, I decided I'm going to do a series. Each chapter's going to be on a different musical, or something musical related. And each chapter's going to explore the reasons Ryan likes them. Some will be serious, others not so much. Enjoy.
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The Evans knew exactly what it was in life they loved and enjoyed. For example- the head of the household, "Daddy" loved to golf. To the successful man, it was a way to wind down from the stresses of business and life. For the matriarch, "Mummy", it was shopping. It was a costly pastime, but the husband put up with it for one simple reason, it left Mrs. Evans feeling rejuvenated and energetic. Sharpay was an attention-lover. This was the main reason she preformed on stage; Sharpay adored the attention given to her.
The twin of the Evans family was similar in a way to his sister, he simply loved the theatre. Ryan Evans loved the way it felt when he put on a new costume- how it was like stepping into a person's shoes. The blonde couldn't go without feeling the emotions his character felt every time he acted out a scene. The stage lights were like heaven beaming down upon him, and the scent of the fresh paint on the sets were the best aroma he'd ever had the pleasure to smell. The music was a treat, and the dancing was the most enjoyable part.
What really attracted him to the theatre and musicals in general weren't the costumes, or the music, or even the dancing (though it did help). What really got to Ryan were the plots and stories behind each musical. This was also why it wasn't just musicales that drew his attention. Every type of music-related project was much loved. Be it movies or something else- it mattered little to Ryan. He loved the works just the same.
No matter the play, or the movie, or whatnot, Ryan always felt a certain affiliation that attracted him to wanting to perform it, and perform it well. Practically every day after school or summer activities was spent on listening to the music and reading the book adaptations. On some occasions, Ryan would leave the sanctuary of his in-home dance studio/bedroom and trek downstairs to the media room to watch film versions of his favorites.
Each piece held a special place in his heart. Each was like- a part of Ryan. Some were widely displayed for all to see. Others were locked away, the keys long since thrown away. But nonetheless, they were there- and they were what made up the enigma that was Ryan Evans.