Note: I was enjoying myself so I kept going. Ten +1 this time!
LOVE'S DART - DJANGO DJANGO
Maybe he shouldn't have come here after all. These were not his corridors anymore; not his colours. Wildcat red and white around every turn was starting to make him nauseous.
"Troy Bolton?"
He blinked at the voice, and turned to the man peering at him from a classroom doorway. A man with a smart hat perched on the back of his head.
"Ryan?"
"It is you! I thought I'd gone back in time for a second then. What are you doing here?"
Troy smiled, surprising himself. "I could ask you the same."
His old classmate flapped a hand dismissively. "Giving the fledgelings a few tips. Favour to Ms Darbus."
"She's still running the place?"
Ryan gave him a look like 'of course'. "Anyway how are you? How's Gabriella? I never got to congratulate you guys on the engagement!"
"Oh, er. Actually..."
THE FASTER I BREATHE THE FURTHER I GO - PJ HARVEY
He didn't think about where he was going, just kept putting one foot in front of the other; crawling panic; shuddering, sobering reality; he barely heard the night sounds of the city.
They'd come here to see his first Broadway show; bright familiar smiles adding to the excitement but reminding him of old insecurities. It had gone great, and so had the after party, until... until that dark corridor where Troy had...
What the hell had that been? Unfair, that's what. Not fair on anyone.
Gabriella's face.
Disaster.
PICTURE THIS - BLONDIE
Ryan danced around, hairspray can in place of a microphone, the room restricting his flourishes more than he would like. He spread out into the rest of the empty apartment, away from the mirror and the powder blue bed, spot-turn-twirling through the open door into the kitchen.
There he spotted a picture amongst the others on the pin board; a yearbook photo of the school basketball team from senior year. Star captain in the centre, eyes twinkling confidently right through the camera. Ryan sang to the photo, unable to help laughing every other line.
A few seconds later when the front door opened with a scratch of keys, he continued his performance to the real Troy, who was slightly bewildered.
PIANO CONCERTO NO.1 - TCHAIKOVSKY
Troy followed the swelling sound of classical music through the house, louder and louder as he approached its source. Everyone had been worried when Sharpay arrived at school solo the morning after the humiliating incident surrounding her brother. He still hadn't spoken to anyone two days later, and Troy felt weirdly like everyone (Sharpay) kept looking to him to do something about it.
There was no answer when he tried knocking on the door, so he tentatively pushed on the gold star containing the occupant's name. "Ryan?" He was spread like a star himself across silver silk bedding, gazing up at the canopy above him.
"Troy?! What-?"
"Sharpay let me in. Um. I need your help. And only you can help..."
Ryan sat up to stare at him, looking surprised and slightly awkward in pyjamas.
"So. My cousin is getting married in a couple months and I have no idea what to wear..."
11:59 - BLONDIE
"What's with you tonight?" Chad studied his best friend, suddenly realising he wasn't even listening to him.
"Hm? Nothing, man."
"End-of-year woes? Yeah... But the next one'll be loads better, Danforth guarantee."
Troy said something in return to stop him worrying, and caught the eye of the same someone across the party for the hundredth time that night, feeling that buzzing elation he never stopped craving.
"So... You got anyone in mind for midnight?"
PRIDE - KOSHEEN
The first time they pass in the corridor after it happens neither of them acknowledges the other. Ryan spends the whole six seconds hoping they would, though.
It's way past the point of other people noticing a tension between them when Troy finally looks at him for a long moment, something guilty in his eyes.
"Hey, Ryan. How've you been?" he says, just to him.
Ryan arches an eyebrow.
JAILHOUSE ROCK - ELVIS PRESLEY
There was a clang as a guy at the front of the cell hit something against the bars. Ryan gave a start; Troy continued to stare at a spot on the floor.
"How long do you think it'll take Sharpay to contact your folks?" he muttered, not wanting to draw any more attention to them.
"Not long. I hope." Ryan had lost his hat before they got here, and had since done up all the buttons on his jacket to try and hide the fact he was wearing a floral shirt. "This isn't as fun as they make it look in movies."
"It never looks fun in movies."
"Exactly."
THE DROWNERS - SUEDE
It was amazing the things you could get away with when there was no chance of suspicion. There was a loud thud as one of the textbooks slid to the floor, the two people stretched out on the single bed far too distracted to care.
Troy broke away, hair in his eyes and sweaty at the temples, and watched his fingers slide up the bare flat chest beneath his.
"We are so gonna fail this project."
"Shut up and keep kissing me."
FRIDAY I'M IN LOVE - THE CURE
"Ugh, Ryan! Are you even listening? I asked you which you want to watch later, Phantom or The Sound of Music? By the way are you sure about those socks with that outfit? You look like a packet of orange and lime tictacs."
"Sorry, Sharpay. I've got plans tonight."
"Again? What plans? Are they the same as last week? Are you planning something for my birthday? Because I already told Mom..."
...
"...so I thought it'd be a good idea for a date, you know."
"Yeah, I'm sure you and Martha will have fun."
"You doing anything later?"
"Hm? Oh. No. Just staying home I guess."
"On a Friday night?"
SHAKIN' ALL OVER - JOHNNY KIDD AND THE PIRATES
Troy and Ryan were inches apart, mostly looking down and to the side at their scripts.
"How could you do it, Jimmy? I thought we were best friends. She was my girl..."
"I know Rosie never loved you, Spike..." Troy said, exaggerating with his eyebrows. Ryan succeeded in keeping a straight face only because he was a professional. "Because... because!" Troy was ignoring his lines. He swooped forwards, and Ryan didn't need to act surprise as he took in the way his lips were being looked at.
Ms Darbus glided past with a rattle of beads. "Very good, everyone! Remember to work with your partner, Cyndra..."
Ryan looked back to a rather mischeivous looking Troy, further away and smirking at his script.
LA LA LA - THE BIRD AND THE BEE
"I can't believe you have a stage in your house... Actually, yes I can." Ryan was rummaging through a wardrobe bursting with colours, sequins, and feathers. "Um. What are you doing?"
"We can't do karaoke without costumes, Troy."
"Right... Nothing like... pink or glittery though, right?"
Ryan gave him a withering glance and threw him a magenta boa. Troy pulled a face, looked shiftily around the room, and put it on. It wasn't bad.
An hour later and he was pulling costumes out for himself. Glitter and all.
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(Edit: Woops, added another line to Picture This so it made more sense.)