Just a little one-shot about Sharpay. She's at dance class… and with a totally different personality.
DISCLAIMER: Nope. I don't own "High School Musical".
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"Hi, Shar," my B.F.F. Meg said as I walked into Miss Hill's dance academy.
"Hey, Meg," I replied. "Ready for some Pointe 3 with Miss Jess?"
"Miss Jess is absent," Meg said. "Didn't you get the memo?"
I shook my head.
"Oh. Juliana sent an e-mail out hours ago."
"Well, ex-cuse me for going to a public school in which students are not provided with laptops, and must sign-in to use a computer," I retorted.
"Ugh," Meg groaned. "So glad those days are over!"
I giggled. "So who's teaching us?"
"Um… Juliana said Miss Vicki is, but Miss Vicki has Tap 2 this hour," Meg shrugged. "So more likely than not, Ms. Hill-Jenkins herself will teach us. Or cancel the class all together."
"No," I moaned. "Both those options are terrible."
"Hey, Blondie," Kaylee said, pulling my pony-tail and falling into step with us. "What is UP with the whole sick-being-ness?"
"What are you talking about?" Meg asked.
"Miss Jess is out with a fever," Kaylee replied. "And Juliana's mom called and said the Juliana can't make it cuz of a cold."
"Are you for real?" I cried. "Do you know who's teaching us?"
"Yeah," Kaylee said. "The new Beginning Ballet instructor, Miss, um, um, um, she's nineteen, um, Miss, um, um, um…"
"KAYLEE!" Meg and I screamed. "Chill out and think."
"Miss Becky," Kaylee declared. "That's who it is. Miss Becky."
"She's cool," I said. Meg and Kaylee nodded in agreement.
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Miss Chloe grabbed me after an hour of Pointe 3. "Sharpay," she said. "I need you to come help out down in Ballet Angels." (Ballet Angels is their starting ballet program for preschoolers and kindergarteners.)
"Okay…" I said. "But don't you and Miss Becky do that?"
"Yes, usually," Miss Chloe said. "But since Miss Jess isn't here, Miss Becky is doing her Jazz 2 class, and we need you. You are the top student."
I blushed. "Thanks."
"You're such a nice girl," Miss Chloe said.
I said goodbye to Meg and Kaylee, then headed over to the studio where Ballet Angels was being held.
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"Demy pliay!" called Miss Chloe
"Not so much, Charlotte," I said, tapping a little girl on the shoulder. "Demy means little."
"Grande pliay!"
"More, Liese," I commented, gently pushing on the girl's knees. "Good."
"Change to second position and repeat!"
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I finally changed out of my ballet slippers and back into my sweats and sneakers. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The "me" at school or at the club wouldn't talk to the "me" at dance class. "She" would make fun of "me". Right now, I had no make-up on, my hair was in a sloppy pony-tail, and my clothes were far from designer.
"Sharpay is such a nice girl," I overheard a parent saying. "I hope my Alaina grows up to be like her."
No, I thought. You shouldn't say that.
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Did you like it? Review, review, review! (Honestly, it's not that hard. I do it all the time.) If anyone is a ballerina, help me out with the ballet-ish words. I did ballet for a little bit, but nobody ever bothered to tell me how to spell anything.