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.
