For this update, you can thank my patron saint, mother nature. For making the mid-west overly cold. And forcing my school district to deem it 'overly cold' for the past two days. Yeah, making this a four day weekend. Which has done two things for me. I saw like, the first ten minutes of High School Musical 3. I was laughing the whole time. I mean, the locker room speech, Chad like shrieking WHAT TEAM!?, Troy falling, Gabriella standing up, standing out from the crowd, proclaiming that she believes in him, them to top it all off, Troy passing the ball to the dorky kid, who made the winning shot! (even though they all lifted Troy up instead of him... seriously) Gabriella having Troy wrapped around her finger, the booty shot of Sharpay walking down the hall, Gabriella being all like 'I want to stage the perfect Prom' I mean seriously. I thought since it was in theaters, it would be slightly less cheesy. Also, I found out that there's such thing as Sunday School Musical. And its a serious musical too. Not a parody. I mean, how hilarious is that? I'm Christian, but even I think that that's a bit much. So here you go, an update. Enjoy...
"Hey Shar." My brother said, entering the apartment in the afternoon. I nodded in his general direction without looking up from the book I was reading. "Have you seen Gabriella?"
"She's probably off somewhere practicing her signature as Mrs. Gabriella Bolton." I said, again, without looking up.
"They're not even engaged, and she's not that deluded." Ryan said, for some reason sympathizing with her.
"What, are you gearing up to seduce little miss sunshine?" I asked, looking up.
"I think she's cute, okay? It's not like I'm stealing her. Or that I even could, for that matter." Ryan said, jumping the couch to sit next to me. "Besides, I thought you two were getting along."
"I had a little chat with her boyfriend." I rolled my eyes at the thought.
"Troy? He seems like a cool guy." Ryan said, smiling sheepishly. "But as a person who shares a room with him, I can tell you that he uses way too much axe."
"Seriously? I thought that by college he'd finally get over that." I cringed, remembering the numerous times I'd complained about the way Troy smelled.
"Give the guy a break, he didn't have a sister to tell him that those commercials would never actually happen. I mean, deep down in my heart I actually thought if I wore enough of it, hot girls would randomly jump me." Ryan said, feigning sadness. "It was worse than when I found out that the guy at the mall wasn't actually Santa Clause. Thanks for ruining that too, by the way."
"It's not my fault that his beard was faulty." I crossed my arms. "And I was six, when are you going to get over that?"
"Never. You ruined Christmas." Ryan laughed and I rolled my eyes. "Hey, wait a second, how do you know him anyways?"
"Santa Clause?"
"No. Troy."
"I don't." I snapped, then bit my lip. This was a tricky subject for Ryan and I. I knew he wouldn't get it if I told him about how Troy and I really knew each other. If he knew that his new roommate had done anything more than play Scrabble with me, he would probably suffocate him in his sleep.
My silence confused Ryan. "Oh God… you like him don't you?"
My jaw dropped. "How the hell did you come to that conclusion?"
"Well you sure seem to know a lot about him for someone who isn't taking a special interest in him." Ryan gave me a scolding look and shook his head. "And you were chewing me out for calling Gabriella cute, at least I'm not trying to get into her pants."
"Okay, you're only not trying to get into her pants because you know it'd be pointless. She's not dumb enough to blow her first time on you." I rolled my eyes.
"Was that just a compliment for little miss sunshine?" Ryan asked raising an eyebrow, completely unscathed by the verbal abuse he had grown so used to.
"I'll admit, the girl has some merit." I said. "But that doesn't mean that I like her boyfriend."
"No, you like her boyfriend because you like what you can't have. You always have." Ryan said.
"I have more important things than some high school golden boy to worry about." I rolled my eyes. "Like the audition I went to this morning."
"Oh yeah." Ryan said. "How'd that go?"
"Good." I said. "Unfortunately, Chick Movie is still on the record."
"Don't worry Shar, people will get over it." Ryan said, not understanding that Chick Movie was the reason why no casting director would ever take me seriously, even if I rocked the audition like I did today.
"If you say so." I said.
"No, I'm serious. You're too good to be written off like that." Ryan said.
"No one is too good to be written off. That's why there are so many Disney movies where the kid who gets written off end up rich, famous, and with an amazing boyfriend." I tried to explain, knowing full well that it wouldn't make a difference.
"You've got the second part down, the other two will come in time." Ryan said.
"That creepy pale guy who works the morning shift at Starbucks telling me that, quote, 'my ass looks even better in person' because he saw the bikini scene in Chick Movie does not count as me being famous." I said. "Though the director did decide to stick me in a bikini for a full ten minutes, so I guess it really could be worse than some jackass barista."
"That is disgusting." Ryan said while gagging. "He is so not getting a tip anymore."
I laughed. "Thank you for defending my honor."
"Well what are brothers for?" Ryan smirked and elbowed me.
I rolled my eyes, and jumped as I heard the words 'Val Alert' coming from my cell phone, signifying that I had just been texted by my manager. I pulled the phone out of my pocket and flipped it open:
Casting Director called
They like you
Don't screw up.
If it weren't for the fantastically amazing good news I would have totally called Val back all ready to fire her (as I had done so many times in the past). Instead of doing this though, I screamed.
"What the hell Shar? I think I lost all hearing in my right ear!" Ryan looked at me frowning. "That better have been one hell of a good text."
"That was my manager!" I shouted, standing up.
"Oh, right." Ryan laughed. "What is it this time, a Taco Bell commercial? A part as bikini girl number three in some trashy teen surfer drama? Or does she want you to pretend to be a drug addict for some press buzz?"
"I got a call back!" I screamed now jumping up and down, to excited to roll my eyes at Ryan.
"Are you serious?"
"Well, not officially, but pretty much!"
"That's fantastic Shar!" Ryan stood up and gave me a hug.
Gabriella walked through the door. "What are we celebrating?"
Forgetting that I was supposed to be mad at her and Troy, I ran over to her. "I got a call back for a movie!"
"That's amazing! Congratulations!" Gabriella hugged me. "We have to celebrate."
"Oh my god, you're right." I said, realizing that I hadn't thought of anything awesome to do yet. "How about Pretty in Pink and Pat Benatar?"
Gabriella shook her head. "This is bigger than Pretty and Pink. Dare I say it, this is bigger than Pat Benatar."
"Though it goes against my firm belief that nothing is bigger than Pat Benatar, I'm going to have to agree." My brows furrowed before a light bulb went off in my head. "We could go clubbing!"
"What?" Gabriella seemed confused.
"There's this Club, Sunsets, that's supposed to be really great. My manager, Val has been hounding me to go. You know, to meet insiders and what not. We could use my semi-famous status to get in." I laughed at the idea.
"Don't you have to be twenty-one to get into those places?" Gabriella asked nervously.
"Only legally." I shrugged.
This didn't seem to help. "Maybe we shouldn't go. It's not safe."
"We'll be fine, and besides, just because we're there doesn't mean we have to drink."
"Come on Gabs, don't be such a goody-goody." Ryan said, approaching us.
I crossed my arms. "Who says you're invited?"
"I'll go if Ryan goes." Gabriella said quickly.
"Fine. I'm going to get dressed." I said.
"Same." Gabriella followed.
"I'll be on the couch." Ryan said, I rolled my eyes.
In about an hour, Gabriella and I were set. Gabriella had opted for a short, white bubble dress with flats, and a matching clutch (all borrowed from me), while I went for a flowing purple top with a deep V neck worn with a black cami under and black skinny jeans with pumps.
When we were all primped and ready to leave the room, Ryan got up from the couch. "You look great Gabriella."
"Wow, you were seriously on the couch this whole time weren't you?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Don't judge me." Ryan said.
"Hey, why are you guys all dressed up?" We all turned to see Troy at the door.
"We're clubbing." Gabriella said giddily.
"Clubbing?" Troy looked skeptical.
"Sharpay got a call back." Gabriella announced sounding almost like she was proud of me.
"Congrats." Troy said.
"You can come along if you want." I said, probably acting stupidly because of the excitement.
"Oh come on Troy, we're all going." Gabriella pleaded.
"Alright." Troy put down his books and smiled.
"Are you sure you're up to it?" I asked with a smirk. "Clubbing isn't for everyone you know."
"I think I can work something out." Troy smiled down at me. It was a familiar feeling that kind of swept over me, taking me back to something so… comfortable.
"Let's go." Ryan said, snapping me out of my temporary delusions.
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"My manager Val Jennings said I'd be on the list." I said, crossing my arms.
"Yes, but tonight we're especially crowded, we have to cut a few people out, I'm sorry Ms. Evans." The bouncer said.
"It's fine Sharpay, we'll just go somewhere else." Gabriella said, obviously kind of freaked out by the bouncer.
"No it isn't, I have a place here, and it isn't fair that you can just decide that I'm not it." I said.
"It's fine, Mike, she's with me." A vaguely familiar voice came from behind me.
"The bouncer looked down at me and smiled. You should have told me that you were with Jason.
"Is that Jason Quincy?" Gabriella whispered in my ear.
I nodded as Jason approached me. "I remember you." He stated with a smile.
"I was in one of your music videos." I said shyly.
"I know, I just wanted to see if you remember me." Jason stepped closer to me.
"How could I forget?" I asked. "It's not every day you meet the guy you were going to marry in Junior high."
"You're the unforgettable one. Everything from your face right down to you Name." Jason looked down at me with his brown eyes. "Mrs. Sharpay Quincy. I'm not sure how smart you were in your tween years but it sounds just about right to me."
I didn't know how to respond to that, the butterflies in my stomach were transforming into little tiny tornadoes. "Thanks for getting us in again. I owe you."
"You owe me a dance once we get inside, other than that it was worth it just for this conversation." Jason laughed. "Well, shall we make our entrance, I think your friends have gone in without us."
"Well we better catch up then shouldn't we?" I said, taking his arm and walking into the club.
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