Beyond What You See: A High School Musical Fanfiction

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Side notes: If you haven't watched High School Musical 3, please do before reading this fanfiction. This takes place after the main characters went through college, which I assume to be the case due to the inconclusive time skip from Sharpay's Fabulous Adventure. It also might possibly have some spoilers for Sharpay's Fabulous Adventure, but you can either watch it before reading this fanfiction or just not care.

Behind a mainly blue set and mainly blue curtains was Sharpay in a red dress. In the audience was a face familiar to her with short blond hair by the name of Peyton. Most of the audience was clapping in response to Sharpay's recent performance. Some figures in black came from backstage. Sharpay wondered, "who are you?"

One of the figures urged, "we'll brief you on the way, but…"

Sharpay gasped, "I can't be seen with briefs."

The other figure in black sighed, "not what we meant. The point is that you'd be doing a great service by coming with us."

Sharpay objected, "but what about Broadway?"

The first figure concluded, "we spoke with your agent. For this, it can be put on hold."

Sharpay guessed excitedly, "someone wants to give me a record deal?"

The second figure figured, "sure…but only if it's kept secret."

Sharpay wondered, "and…why?"

The first figure added, "there are still a lot of angry Amber fans out there…and it'd be best to wait until it all dies down."

Sharpay figured uneasily, "umm…sure. But I know someone that isn't a fan of…"

The second figure urged, "I don't think so. Our boss doesn't want our popularity to go down, and so doesn't want the press to get hold of this."

Sharpay sighed, "very well…but I want a word with your boss."

The first figure added, "that could be arranged."

Meanwhile, on another stage…

Ryan in a formal red shirt and a formal white undershirt was saying on a yellow stage, "thank you…thank you!" Another audience in another theatre was clapping as he went behind some red curtains. He then noticed some figures in black. Ryan wondered, "what's going on?"

One of the figures suggested, "it's best if you come with us."

Ryan asked uneasily, "why?" The other figure quickly took out some knockout gas from a spray bottle with one hand, making a coughing Ryan fall unconscious. The first figure caught Ryan from behind.

The second figure urged, "let's go." The two figures dragged Ryan towards the way out without another word.

Meanwhile, on a basketball court…

Chad in a black and red basketball uniform was trying to shoot hoops in a big gray seated stadium, along with other Redhawk basketball players. At this point though, Chad was kind of out of breath. He passed by his coach. Chad's coach in a gray sweatshirt concluded, "you're doing good. You all are."

Chad added, "thanks." He continued on to the grayish locker room behind the bleacher seats, not noticing the figures in black that were approaching the coach from behind. They showed the uneasy coach a government badge.

The coach revealed reluctantly, "he's in the men's locker room."

One of the figures in black responded, "thank you." The two figures in black moved down the bleachers and towards the locker room that Chad just walked into.

Chad sighed, "there's my water…bottle." He had opened a locker, when he smelled quite a smell. Due to Chad's exhaustion, he wasn't able to react fast enough to get out of range of the knockout gas released from a spray bottle. Chad fell to the ground, coughing before he fell unconscious.

The other figure in black suggested, "we'll go out the back." Both figures started to lift Chad's body off the ground, carrying him out of the locker room and around a set of bleachers.

Meanwhile, at a law firm…

Gabriella in yellowish flower like clothing was walking from a pale blue office building to a small nearby parking lot…when she noticed two figures in black coming towards her. Gabriella suggested, "could this wait until later? I have a client to…"

One of the figures insisted, "your client is being taken care of. Right now, there's more at stake." The same figure held up a government badge for Gabriella to see. She went wide eyed.

Trying to stay calm, Gabriella figured, "if it's that important, I'll go with you."

The first figure muttered, "and here we thought this was going to be hard."

Gabrielle wondered, "what?"

The second figure urged, "nothing."

A considerable number of hours later, in a top secret area in New Mexico…

Troy in a solid blue shirt and red shorts was escorted out of a random car by certain figures in black. So was Taylor in a brown business outfit, along with Sharpay, Chad, Ryan, and Gabriella…from separate cars. On the outside, the place looked like an independent film studio. On the inside, it was an underground launch site, with the typical control panels and monitors within. Troy checked, "this is the place?"

One of the figures in black said, "yes…but keep quiet until we're out of earshot. We want to be sure we're not being followed." Troy nodded.

Sharpay pointed out, "that doesn't look like a recording studio to me."

A second figure in black suggested, "it comes with the deal."

Sharpay sighed, "I'm certainly going to have a talk with..."

A third figure in black whispered, "shh! Do you want the Amber fans to find out?"

Sharpay grumbled to herself.

As they went in with security clearance, the third figure in black muttered lowly, "I can't believe I just said that."

Sharpay figured, "does that mean I can talk now?"

The third figure in black muttered, "if you must."

Sharpay called out, "not even a studio looks this scholastic! And where are the cameras?!" Troy, Gabriella, an uneasy Taylor, an uneasy Ryan, and an uneasy Chad come their way. They were escorted by more figures in black, toward an astronaut training facility.

Taylor pointed out, "you still can't get your words right, can you?"

Gabriella whispered harshly, "Taylor!"

Taylor turned to her, "what?"

Gabriella surprisingly started singing, "why can't you let it go?!" She then realizes that she just said that in front of everyone else.

Taylor, somewhat upset by this embarrassment, sings back, "why can't you see…see that she was using your dreams against you?"

Sharpay calls out in song, "I'm right here!"

Troy urges in song, "are we to repeat history until our dreams come apart?" Troy and Chad started walking towards each other, glaring.

Ryan called out in song, "as far as I'm concerned, we already had our last song!" He was about to leave, when he realized what was about to happen.

Chad challenged in song, "three times too many, the ice queen has tried to destroy our dreams! No more! No more!" Chad started trying to hit Troy with dance moves, but Troy kept dodging his legs and arms by spin jumping and spin tumbling around him. Most of them were too shocked for words, except for Ryan.

Ryan called out, "guys! Break it up!"

The first figure in black calls out, "stop it…right now!"

Troy called out normally, "don't do this, Chad!"

Chad muttered, "you know what your problem is, Troy? You're too forgiving!" He ran toward a scared Sharpay, when Troy used his legs in self defense to trip Chad to the floor. The figures in black grabbed an upset Chad and knocked him out with knockout gas again. Chad fell backwards into unconsciousness as he was carried behind a vault like black door in the base by two other figures in black.

The second figure in black muttered, "that was embarrassing…but necessary."

Gabriella called out, "what?!"

The third figure in black urged, "I'll explain. The CIA has been observing you for the past seven years."

Troy realized, "ever since Gabriella came to East High. But why?!"

Taylor commented, "if that was supposed to give us incentive to…!"

The third figure in black went on, "no…and yes. We expected you to get along."

Ryan wondered, "so why do you need us?"

The second figure in black sighed a little, "this wasn't up to us. Our boss wants to put young adults that haven't had training into space to stop a great threat called the Grion."

Gabriella pushed, "but we've just recently got out of college. Like you said, we don't have the training!"

The third figure in black suggested, "have you ever wondered why you stopped singing off stage?"

Taylor skeptically said, "college?"

The third figure in black concluded, "in a way. For some reason, when all of you are living within the same area, you have a greater chance of singing, acting, and dancing than doing so by yourselves."

Troy wondered, "what are you trying to tell us?"

The second figure in black suggested, "none of our scientists can explain it either…but at the risk of sounding philosophical, it's a matter of faith in yourself and others."

Gabriella figured, "isn't that just confidence?"

The third figure in black continued, "our boss thinks it's more than that...that it's some kind of mystical force that can be used as a non-lethal weapon against evil."

Ryan called out, "take that, preschoolers!" Everyone but Sharpay looked at him strangely. Ryan turned to them, "what?"

The second figure in black sighed a little, "this is going to be a long week. This way, Wildcats." The second figure in black started to escort the five Wildcats to a second vault like black door.

Troy asked, "is Chad going to be fine?"

The second figure in black concluded, "yes…but if he gets out of line again…"

Troy urged, "if you let me talk to him, he won't feel the need to."

The second figure in black figured, "very well. You can see him when he wakes up."

Sharpay pointed out, "I still get to see the boss though, right?"

The third figure in black deduced, "of course. This way, Miss Evans." The third figure in black lead Sharpay through an emergency backdoor like door.

Taylor muttered, "there goes the ice queen."

Gabriella urged, "Chad may be in enough trouble already!"

Taylor sighed uneasily at those words.

At the same time, on the other side of the backdoor like door…

Sharpay gasped as she recognized a familiar face.

The third figure in black figured, "Sharpay insisted on seeing you…but I assume you're already acquainted."

Sharpay realized, "dad?!" Mr. Evans in a gray suit was at a circular brown desk, surrounded by a circle of monitors.

Mr. Evans sighed a little, "you know my work is supposed to be a secret. That'll be all." The third figure in black nods and leaves the room.

Sharpay checked, "are you even my real dad? Or was it all an act?"

Mr. Evans sighed again, "sit down, princess. I didn't want you to be involved either. But, after seeing you on Broadway…our boss insisted upon it. Our boss can be very persuasive."

Sharpay checked, "is that why you've been so overprotective lately?"

Mr. Evans concluded, "among other reasons. But right now, the world is in your hands…and I can't do anything to change that."

Sharpay sympathetically insisted, "I don't like it either…but…"

Mr. Evans added, "but if you do come back, you'll come back to a recording contract. That's the best I can do."

Sharpay reasoned uneasily, "and these guys seem to know how to keep us here. Besides, if it truly is non-lethal…what would be the harm?"

Mr. Evans pointed out, "you're braver than I thought."

Sharpay chuckled uneasily, "it's called acting."

Mr. Evans urged, "if it helps, don't think of it as a dangerous situation. Think of it as another stage."

Sharpay sighed, "well, here I go. Wish me luck." As she left the room, she uneasily sounded off ma sounds.

Mr. Evans uneasily said, "good luck…princess."