A/N: Okay, this is kinda short, and I'm sorry. I'm working on TONS of other one-shots right now, so I should be getting them done. I saw HSM3 last night with some pals and I got this idea. Again, it's short, but I hope you like it! Don't forget to give me your thoughts! (I'm too lazy to steal them from you.)

Dedicated to the ever-so-amazing D R O W N - I N - S E Q U I N S.

By the way, this story was supposed to be called Out-Bitch, but I decided not to put a swear in the title, because it might offend some people.


The Sharpay Evans

Sharpay sat on her

Thrown

In her dressing room

Backstage

Still registering in her mind

That Tiara

Her Tiara

Had just out-bitched her

She raised her head slowly

And looked at her reflection in the

Shiny mirror

And realized that

The show must go on

And who better to play

Sharpay Evans than

Sharpay Evans?

Answer:

There was no one better

Because she was the best

So she got into position

Ready to steal back her show

Because everybody knew

That it was always her show

No matter what

Even Troy and Gabriella knew that

So she waited to make her glorious entrance

And when she did

She sang with the voice of

A million angels

Better than she ever had before

And looked at the expression

On Tiara's face with a feeling of

Victory

Conquest

Triumph

Success

Rushing through her veins

Because the look could never be replaced

As the freshman realized

That she could never

Be Sharpay's substitute

Even though she was

Stupid enough to keep singing

And strutting across the stage

Elegantly

As she realized

That she could never

Be better than the

Sharpay Evans

But she could try

Even though she could

Never succeed

As she realized

That she could never

Out-bitch the one and only Sharpay Evans.