Dropping her cases at her feet, Kelsi glanced at the bare walls of her new room and proceeded to collapse onto the bed. Staring at the ceiling for a while, she let out a low groan and closed her eyes. She almost wished she was back at East High preparing for her senior year again, rather than being a million miles away in a new city, starting college in a place where she knew no one (well, she knew one person, but he'd be way too busy to talk to her) with a serious case of writers' block. Which wasn't good considering she'd come all this way to become a famous composer and songwriter and make a million dollars with a musical that was going to be bigger than anything on Broadway ever.

There was one consolation, she thought to herself. She was away from some of her former classmates, including one in particular. Gabriella, Gabriella, Gabriella...Even her name made Kelsi break into a grin. She was so gorgeous and talented and sweet and kind and funny...and just happened to be in love with the star of the basketball team, Troy Bolton. Oh and had also gotten into a college not far from him so they could live happily ever after and have lots of cute babies.

OK, so that wasn't fair. Troy was a great guy, and Kelsi couldn't help it if Gabriella liked guys, it was just a stupid unrequited crush which might actually go away if she learned not to think about her and channel all her hurt and upset into writing some amazing songs instead of on her pillow at night.

Hearing a knock at the door, Kelsi groaned again and was about to yell at whoever it was to go away, but then realised that might not be the best idea. She did need to find some friends here, and telling people to get lost when they were only trying to talk to you wouldn't be the best start to any friendship.

"Come in, it's unlocked!" She called, pulling herself up and grabbing a hat to cover her hair. It had been a habit she'd fallen into at high school and one that she hadn't really grown out of yet. Besides, the hats covered her face, made her almost invisible.

"Well if it isn't East High's former resident songwriter!" A voice came from the doorway and she glanced up to see a familiar face standing there smiling at her.

"Oh, hey Ryan." She smiled slightly and invited him into the small bedroom. Sitting down on the chair by the desk, she pulled off her hat again. "What are you doing here?"
"Well I was bored and thought that you might want to come and explore the college with me. There's a tour starting in ten minutes." He suggested, and she shook her head.

"I've still got to unpack and I want to go and find somewhere to buy a few posters for this room. And I want to try and write something, I've hardly written all summer…" She trailed off, but Ryan took her hand and looked at her sternly.

"Nuh uh, those are lousy excuses, almost as bad as the one you made to try and get out of going to prom with me. Besides, I need a cute girl by my side." He winked and pulled her to her feet.

"OK, OK, but you owe me big time, Ryan Evans."