Key to success : Is being together
Full summary : Troy bolton leads a luxurious lifecomplete with a posh house , maids , high society , everything. The only problem?
He wants to set his own foot , he decides 2 leave his comfortable life to make his own identity starting from a scratch.
Gabi is poor & lives on the streets .
He meets her.
Together they embark upon a journey ranging from working in a cafe , to auditioning , to showbiz , to fame and much more - with just one principle - staying there for each other.
what is in store for them?
Disclaimer: I dont own Hsm in any way.
Hello fanfictioners, Here's a new story I am just starting , hope u like it and if u do kindly review.
Chapter 1- Away
He sat there with a fake smile plastered across his handsome face , slowly taking in his surroundings , if you could just comprehend through his viewpoint , you would be able to see how he was choking in that wide spacious room full of ever so famous , rich and high class people.
If only you could see the pain that was deep inside those pearly whites , if only you could see the utter dismay and trapped feeling under those dull blue eyes , his blonde hair flickered a bit as he saw his dad from the corner of his eye , his dad gave him a smile , the one exhibiting the feel of I-am-proud-of-my-son , he hastily smiled back.
He tried to loosen his golden silk tie , in an attempt to ease his uneven breathing , it did not help however , and he knew the reason why , apparently the soft tinkling of glasses and cutlery sending him crazy , his mind overwork , if he could have his way he would have thrashed all those beautiful pieces of glassware.
But no , he couldn't do that , he could just sit there helplessy smiling at all the people giving him triumph smiles , or all those women clad in sheen gowns and expensive jewellery , all those 'beautiful' and 'well-mannered' eligible girls giving him flirtatious smile , fake , all fake.
This lifestyle , this show , pomp , superiority all was fake in the eyes of Troy Bolton . Troy Bolton , the son of the richest man in that country , soon to take over his entire business , his entire empire , however no one asked what he cared about , no one bothered to know his aspirations , his dreams , his goal...
His goal was certainly not sitting on a luxurious carved rosewood made chair with imported cushions of Europe , his dream was not to be served like you don't even own hands to pick up the food yourself , his aspiration was certainly not inheriting your Father's entire posession and wealth as a token of their gesture , when you did not think you were capable of it .
Suddenly his father clanked the glass in a highly melodic voice at just the right alignment of the spoon to produce that littlle perfect tinkling sound , the entire table sprang to attention ceasing their hustle buscle , Troy would have bet they wouldn't have paid any attention even if a rock metal band had burst in playing at high speed , they would have simply ignored or 'pardoned' themselves as you call it and switched rooms , however the entire room had his attention on Jack Bolton as he spoke...
" Scuse me ladies and gentlemen " he said beaming in his perfect Louis Vuitton suite " Today we have gathered here to celebrate a very special event , as you all know today my son Troy Bolton , has turned eighteen " he paused to beam proudly at him but Troy didn't smile back this time he turned his head and one of his hand stoked his forehead and he closed his eyes momentarily , to think about what he was about to do , his dad however continued " So on this auspicious occasion , I , Jack Bolton , would like to announce Troy Alexander Bolton as his next- " he was cut off as Troy raised himself from the chair.
" I am sorry Dad " he said in the most calmest and gentlemanly voice possible , the entire table gasped and whipped around to face Troy with shocked look on their make up smeared faces , half of which Troy knew were fake , he continued taking a deep breath , to summon the courage within him , but he knew this was it and he could no longer hold it in him " Dad , I don't think I am responsible enough to take over your business " he said tearing his gaze away from his father's rageful face , " I am sorry ." he said one last time before stroding off the large hall as people gazed at him with astonished and shocked looks and his father's deathly glare.
But as he walked away he was sure he heard the harsh clink of a glass shattering the floor...
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Troy strode in his large mansion , he reached over to his room and he grabbed his guitar from his position throwing his expensive tie somewhere on the floor not bothering where it landed , his guitar , his music , his passion , the only thing that made him happy , his fingers glided over the smooth material carefully adorning it , a small smile grazed his feature feeling the object of desire in his hands , his fingers slowly and expertly strummed the strings of the guitar creating a sound which was a pleasure to Troy's ears , he slowly closed his eyes at hearing the beautiful sound , before his fingers magically started weaving a beautiful tune and he closed his eyes in pleasure working magic with music.
However he was brought back to reality as he felt a screech of car disturbing his music , his eyes opened as he realised his dad's hammering footsteps come over the door , the doorknob turned and there stood an angry looking Jack Bolton.
" Why the hell did you do that ?" Jack Bolton growled at his son.
Troy didn't reply , neither did he look up but still played his guitar to a highly soothing note ,
" Oh shut that menace !" he said shouting.
Troy stopped for a second , registering his dad's word's still not looking up , his hands found his way back to the string's again as he began playing a high and continous note that had an excellence of it's own , he however had no audience..
" Will you shut that bloody thing and look up ?" Jack said in a low dangerous voice clenching his teeth in frustration.
Troy finally got up containing his anger within him and keeping a straight face " Don't insult my music." he stated.
" Ha!" Jack snarled viciously " You insulted me back there , what about that ?" he said his face clenching with anger.
" Dad " Troy said shutting his eyes " I didn't mean to , I just told the truth." he said calmly.
" Yeah , some truth , you told there . You Troy Alexander Bolton told them that you would not be taking over , do you have any idea what that means ?" His dad retorted back sharply.
" I don't have interest in your business dad and I don't want to run your company." he said with his head bent down .
" What ?" his dad snarled " You don't want to run my company , my company which I have grown from the past 10 glorious years." Troy winced at his reply .
" Those years were not glorious years." he muttered under his breath.
" What ?" the older man hissed coming close to his son " Look up " he said sternly.
Troy didn't flinch.
" I said look up." he basically yelled and that was it , Slap!!
He hit his son with all his force , Troy's face jerked with a force at the impact and his one hand automatically clasped a hand to his cheek,
" What do you think of me now ?" Jack said victoriously.
The hard slap had ignited a spark in Troy which was on the verge of turning into a fire.
" I think you are a self centered pig " Troy said his blue eyes turning a shade of deep violet.
Jack staggered back a few steps surprised at the sudden change of tone in Troy's voice " Troy " he shouted .
" Yeah thats what I think about you , you are one selfish heartless creature who cares about nothing else but money , who left his wife for money , who wants to force his son into his company not even caring about what he wants " Troy yelled " You know what I want dad ? I want my own identity , my own sucess , I don't want people to know me as Jack Bolton's son , I want people to know me as an indivisual." Troy thundered.
Truly astounded by his son's comeback , Jack shouted a " Go to hell " and walked out of his room.
" I am sure its a better place than this." Troy muttered.
It was at that moment he made a decision , a decision to sneak out at night and run away , away from his horrible life , away from his dad's shadow , away from a place called 'Home'.