Sharpay Evans is, as you feared, not the kind of girlfriend you would like for your son. You've spent the whole night at home, and half of the morning at work, looking for everything you can find on her in the Internet. Sure, she's quite an attractive and talented girl, but she's … well … she's much like Troy for you to easily accept it. It is not that you dislike your son's best friend, but you've never felt entirely comfortable with Chad being nothing but his sidekick, his shadow, when he could shine so much by his own.
You know that they are as close as blood brothers, if not more, yet every time that the popular boy achieves something a little sting accompanies the pride you feel. He's been part of your lives for years, he in a way belongs to your family now, yet Chad is the one you'll without a doubt pick if a life-or-death situation were to arise. And because of this, you don't take lightly (even if you try) that your son is always the second best, even when there are times he's clearly superior to his friend, although nobody else seems to notice.
So finding out that this Sharpay girl is quite as popular as Troy makes you a bit grumpy. The fact that you have been up for almost 36 hours now is probably adding to your gloomy mood as well, but you know that the little bits of information you've been slowly collecting would have made you unhappy even in a shiny day. After all, there are differences between Sharpay and Troy, and these make the future look even worst. Your son doesn't need another incandescent star by his side, and this girl-of-a-diva has all the looks to be even more dazzling than the basketball team's captain. She is disgustingly rich - not only to Albuquerque standards, or in the New Mexico area, but even beyond. She is also a willing show-off, judging by her practiced smile in the many pictures cluttering the social and gossip columns, and by the articles accompanying them.
That she's white and blonde is only the cherry of the cake. You are not racist, noting more far from the truth; yet because of your younger brothers' dating experience, you know that it is never easy for a dark colored man to date such a whitely woman. And you use the world to refer not only to her exterior but also to her soul. The girl is probably spoiled rotten and close-minded as hell. That is, if her mind works at all. You remember that your son said how his last girlfriend's overwhelming brains made it difficult for the two of them to relate - yet you would have preferred for him to spend the rest of his days wondering about half of the words Taylor uses, instead of parading around with a very pretty yet equally empty minded clone of Paris Hilton.
But the worst thing is that you know Chad, and you know he is no dumb kid. So either this girl is not as bad as she seems to be, or your son is so blinded by her beauty that he doesn't cares. Whatever it is, you can't change the fact that your only male kid, your firstborn, is completely ga-ga over this girl. Even with the superpowers granted to you thanks to motherhood, you can't make him stop doing it. You can give orders to him, lock him, punish him; yet it will only create a riff, and you know you'll be sorely needed whenever Sharpay Evans decides that she's got bored, and dumps the sweet boy that is your son.
