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CHAPTER TWO
The breeze wipped around Ryan's face as Sharpay's pink convertible made its way through the mountains.
She pulled into a clearing and the Lava Springs Country Club was in sight.
The automatic gate opened for them and they were quickly greeted by a couple of workers. "Miss Evans, Mr. Evans, looking very sharp this summer," the valet driver said. Ryan smiled at him and the workers, who were unpacking the luggage from the car, which looked as if pink had puked all over the bags.
"Thank you Charles," Sharpay replied as he opened the door on the driver's side for her.
Okay, Ryan thought, I'll get out of the car myself. Of course, he was capable of getting out of the car himself, but it bugged him that his sister was treated better then he was, which happened often.
As Sharpay strutted with her miniature pup, Boi in hand, she called over her shoulder "Oh, would you find some shade for my car?"
"Even if we have to plant a tree," a slightly overweight man with glasses in a suit said.
Ryan sighed. He was hopping that this summer he wouldn't have to listen to people slave over his twin. He should've expected no improvement at the club which his father owned.
"Fulton," Sharpay directed as a greeting to the man. Ryan gave a quick wave.
"Welcome back," Fulton replied.
"Yes its good to be home," Sharpay said. She turned to face the mountains before walking towards the polished doors of the country club.
Ryan looked towards the mountains, but not for the dramatic effect that Sharpay had used it for. Not everyone gets this view. This was a view you definetly couldn't get from the windows of East High.
After a few seconds he followed Sharpay. Fulton lagged behind the two long legged teens.
Once they entered through the doors, they were surrounded by polished wood floors, fake plants and fancy rich people, the kind who wore pearl earrings and sweaters tied around their necks.
Right in the doorway there was a poster for the Midsummer Night's Talent Show, a show that was held by the club each summer.
"Are the flyers ready?" Sharpay asked upon spotting the poster.
Fulton lead the two Evans to a desk where a stack of papers sat. "This year we embossed the flyers for the show," he informed.
"Inspired!" Sharpay exclaimed, taking out a pink pen. She autographed her initials on each flyer in glittery pink ink. "I plan to limit the members-only auditions to thirty seconds each. Ameteur performers can be so -"
"draining?" Fulton finished as if he were some expert in the area of performing arts.
"Yes," Sharpay agreed.
Or they could be really good, Ryan thought, the memory of Gabriella and Troy's performance in the winter musical coming to mind.
Sharpay picked up the golden trophy that was beside the flyers. "And should I -"
Ryan cleared his throat. Ryan and Sharpay did duets. Meaning two of them. Which meant Sharpay AND Ryan won the trophy. But somehow it always ended up being in his sister's possesion.
"We," she corrected,"be so fortunate as to win the Star Dazzle Award again -" Sharpay drew out the last word. She lead them into a type of sitting room, where a row of trophies stood proudly. "But where would we put it?" She asked eyeing the shelf, which was completely filled with golden trophies neatly alined.
"We're planning on expanding the trophy case, the prints are in my office," Fulton informed. He sounded like a little school kid expecting a star for his good work.
"Fulton, you are so efficient!" Sharpay said. Fulton smiled, as if a little gold star had been placed on his breast pocket. Sharpay handed the trophy to Fulton, who passed it on to Ryan without even glancing at him.
Ryan looked down at the shiny tropy, with a pink star on top. He didn't get to hold one of these very often. That sounded pathetic to him. He won these things but hardly ever held one.
The scene formed quickly in his head - the house was full, every seat taken. Gabriella was there. The spotlight was on him, and everyone cheered as he accepted his award. 'Thank you!' he yelled. He blew a kiss to mom. And he didn't even glance at his sister, who was watching Ryan's glorious moment from the sidelines.