Conflicts Arise

Na na na na. Na na na na. You are the music in meeeeee.

Gabriella heard familiar noises from a distant. Though faint, she could automatically tell it was Sharpay singing an up-tempo version of the song she was supposed to sing with her beloved Troy. The sounds continued, and the fact that it was altered wasn't the only thing that bugged her; now she could hear Troy responding to Sharpay.

When I hear my favorite song I know that we belong. Oh, you are the music in me.

That's it. Gabriella thought. It was obvious that Troy was being pulled onto the evil side; the side that she tried to avoid, the side that nobody respected. She couldn't help but let a few tears loose. Dropping down her face, you could tell she was upset. Troy betrayed her. That was their song. It wasn't created by Kelsi for "Troypay." No. Only for "Troyella," the couple that she was half of.

As the song faded, so did Gabriella. She wanted to confront Troy, but at the same time wanted to bypass Sharpay. Wherever Troy was, Sharpay followed, making sure that she could snarl at his friends and the woman who stole her man, and her reign of 17 continuing musical productions. Grr.

"Troy," Sharpay called. "You did FABULOUS!"

"Thanks," Troy replied trying to sound modest. "But I promised Gabriella I would take her out to dinner, so I have to go."

"Take her out to dinner?" Sharpay growled. "You need rest, boy. Our big day is soon. I don't want you to make contact with the peasants."

"Gabriella isn't a peasant, and neither are my friends. Leave them alone, or else I'm leaving you and your ditzy talent show to rot."

"Troy! How dare you say that! You know you looove it. I'm your entrance to making it big. Ya' know, the Redhawks, college, stuff like that. I'm your key, Bolton. Better not leave me, or else you're leaving the rest of your opportunities behind. Think of your future, Troy."

Gabriella made her way back to the locker room from the kitchen; saddened at the song she just heard. Too bad she didn't hear the conversation that followed suit; it would have made her feel better. Unaware of how Troy really felt, she dashed to the neighboring stage. Troy saw her, and wondered why she looked like her pet just died. While Sharpay, in the other hand, couldn't help but release a laugh. Ha ha ha.

"'Briella," Troy said. "What's wrong? Did your hamster die again?"

"No, Troy, my cat did," Gabriella answered sarcastically. "Shut up, this isn't funny. I heard you, Troy. I heard you singing with her; that monster."

"Uh, excuse me?" Sharpay asked rhetorically. "Do you need a mirror? Because you obviously need a mirror check. I'm not a beastly creature, you are!"

"You two are PERFECT for each other. Both of you. Both of you have the courage to hurt me. Go ahead and sing that song. I don't care," Gabriella cried. "And Sharpay, you're very good at a game that I don't want to play."

"Gabriella," Troy said.

Gabriella turned around to face Troy, as he held her hand.

"YOU GOTTA GETCHA HEAD IN THE GAME!"

Gotta love drama.