okay, so since a few of my stories are coming close to an end, i figured it was okay to at least start up another.... right? so anyways, i've had this idea for quite a while and it's been burning me up to write it. this chapter is just kind of a promo/teaser. so let me know what you think.... thanks!

You know, and I know
You know that
I know and I know
And you know
A change is gonna come

'A Change is Gonna Come' - Sam Cooke

Altogether, it was another gorgeous day in Hollywood. The bright sun shining overhead, Chad Danforth and his best friend Troy Bolton sat around a table a small cafe waiting for Michael Stokes, the man both of them called their manager, to appear. Both of the young men knew exactly why Michael urgently needed to meet with them, although neither had said anything on the matter yet.

"Dude, he's gonna be so pissed at you." Troy said taking a sip of his water and gazed out at the street in front of him.

"I don't see how. I'm Chad freaking Danforth, the bad boy of Hollywood. The more scandalous tabloids there are about me, the more people like me." Chad responded cockily.

Troy opened his mouth to respond, but shut up when he saw the tall, dark haired man come storming across the room. As he approached their table he slammed a magazine down in front of them and looked at Chad with his nostrils flaring.

"Care to explain Danforth?" The man said in a low voice, his eyes shooting daggers at the young actor.

Troy looked down at the popular tabloid that had a picture of Chad driving a car with three women surrounding him with a bottle of beer in his hand and a cigarette in his mouth on the cover. Troy winced knowing this wasn't one of Chad's brighter moments.

"Michael, c'mon. Like anyone really cares." Chad said smirking.

Michael sat down at the table with them, and tried to do everything but scream at the man sitting adjacent to him. "Like hell the don't! Your popularity is going down from this charade you're putting on Danforth. How do you expect to keep getting movie roles if you're drunk half the time? No director or producer wants to deal with that, and what does this," he said holding up the tabloid, "say to them?"

Chad leaned back farther in his seat. "Listen. For ten years me and Troy have been starring in movies and winning the hearts of the American people. Especially the women." He flashed his friend a grin and wiggled his eyebrows before continuing. "I'm the badass, and he's the sappy, happy-go lucky, charmer you wanna take home and me the folks. That's how it is, and how it's always gonna be."

Troy glared at Chad while Michael looked down at table, seemingly trying to channel some of his anger. "Ten years ago it worked for you because everyone thinks it's cute for the young seventeen year old to be a 'bad ass.'" Michael using his hands to quote the phrase. "But nobody wants to see a twenty seven year old man use women and see pictures of him drinking and driving. They want to see you be a man, fall in love. You're coming to that time in your life Chad."

"Oh, get off the soap box Mike. Nobody thinks that." Chad's voice was impudent.

"Damn it Chad!" Michael said exploding, coming to his last resort. "You lost the movie with Katherine Heigl."

Water sprayed out of Chad's mouth, his body shooting up in shock. "What?!?!"

Michael met Chad's astonished gaze. ""They just called and said they were going with someone else. Someone with a cleaner image. Hell maybe they'll consider Troy."

Troy, at the other end of the table, had to hold back from laughter. It was about time something like this happened to Chad. He would never deny that Chad was his closest friend, but it was about time that Chad learned something from his actions.

Chad's expression fell into a solemn one and he looked up at his manager. "I can't believe this. What do I do?"

"Well, we have several options here. But most importantly we need to clean up your image." Michael said seriously.

Chad nodded his head. "Right, okay."

"And it's good that your friends with Troy, because he's already got that clean image we're looking for."

Chad looked over at Troy who just smirked back at him. He shot his friend a glare before looking back at his manager.

"And we had an idea to do some sort of reality show." Michael whispered quickly.

Chad's gaze quickly shifted back to his manager. "Excuse me? What did you just say?"

"Chad listen." Michael said nervously. "I spoke with a couple people back at the office, and they have this idea to clean up your image a bit. It wouldn't be anything too extreme, we just want to show you have a soft side, you know, a little heart?" Michael half questioned himself. "Show a little romance."

The two men watched as Chad stared blankly before he caught on to what Michael was saying and his eyes went wide. "No, no, no, no." He said standing up and putting his hands on his head, running his fingers through the dark ringlets that adorned his head.

"So what are you going to call it?" Troy said, his face red from fighting to restrain the laughter. Chad glared down at him.

"I Want To Marry Chad Danforth." Michael mumbled out.

"What?!?" Chad screamed.

Michael opened his mouth to respond but the only thing that could be heard was Troy's uncontrollable laughter as he buckled over as Chad stormed out of the restaurant.