A/N: Hey Guys! Finally updated it. And instead of it dragging on, I've tied a few knots together, kind of. Hope you enjoy it =]

Chapter Four – The Audition

Two nights had passed since that night and Troy hadn't got in touch with Hilary. She would sit on her pink quilted bed in her blue PJs, hugging her favourite teddy bear, staring either at the phone or into space, thinking about the events and what been said, especially, what Sharpay had said "shame he's with Gabriella," she had said with confidence. This worried Hilary. She wanted Troy; she didn't want Troy to be with Gabriella. Hilary was getting jealous. The more she thought about it, the more jealous she got. She knew they had a special bond, a bond that way 'unbreakable' she thought, but none the less, she still thought about him and wanted him.

The Monday alarm soon filled her room. She had fallen asleep on top of the covers again, the sun (luckily) hitting her feet and legs, so she was warm when she had woken up. Using her hands to sit up right, she looked around her room and out of the window.

"Monday..." she whispered to herself. She didn't want it to be Monday, "it'll be awkward."

Never the less, she shifted her weight and made her way to her wardrobe.

"Breakfast!" a voiced called from downstairs. Waffles, Hilary hoped. She threw on her white top, blue jeans and plaid shirt before making her way downstairs and finding out that she was fortunately right.

"Waffles will put me in a good mood," she thought, placing herself onto a stool. Her mother was sat next to her, "morning," she smiled, before taking a sip of her orange juice.

"Is it okay if I take my breakfast out?" Hilary asked carefully. Her mother would usually say no as it was just past 8.

"Yeah, okay," her mother answered.

"What?" she said in shock. Her mother never normally said okay to these things.

"Well I heard you were doing a paper that you needed to research on and I'm guessing you want to go to the library to finish it off," her mother replied. Hilary's face lit up. Of course, what a great excuse.

"Really? Thanks," Hilary exclaimed as she grabbed some kitchen paper and placed her waffles onto it, "see you later then," she said as she waved and picked up her bag.

She decided to walk to school today. The sun was out after all and the school wasn't that too far away. It was barely half past 8 before she got to the tall educational building. She made her way to the middle of the front lawn and sat down. She mind trailed onto another planet as she thought of school, then friends, then eventually Troy. How would she act today? How would he even act today? These questions arose in her mind many times before finally deciding to actually head to the library, but first she had to go to her locker. Her locker wasn't far from the library, but also wasn't far from Gabriella's. She looked at her enemy's locker for a few seconds, deciding whether to vandalise it or not. But it wasn't in her nature to be mean, so she therefore forced the feeling off her shoulders.

Walking down the corridor that lead to the book room, the notice board to her right caught her eye, for three reasons. The first one was that it had a bright pink notice on it, which obviously would be impossible to not notice anyway, even if you were blind! The second was that the pink notice was had been recently added and the third reason was that it was actually an interesting notice.

Auditions for Moulin Rouge

Will Be Held On Today

One O'clock In The Theatre!

Singing is compulsory.

Good luck to all that audition!

"I can sing," Hilary thought to herself, or at least she thought she could. She had done small singing parts in school musicals before and no one complained, but she hadn't been in a production in years! Knowing this she crossed the thought of going to the audition of her list and carried on to the library.

It wasn't too long before all the students of the school had poured into the building and were ready to learn – or at least that is what the staff thought.

"Now as you may have noticed that there is a new...notice on the notice boards and –"

"And we now know that you love the word 'notice'" said one of the students, that sat towards the back of the room. Giggles arose from several students.

"That's quite enough... as I was saying; the notice is for auditions for our summer musical. It isn't an original of ours. It is... Moulin Rouge, one of the saddest and most romantic...anyway, I hope to see any many auditionees from this class as possible. Oh! Bell!" the school bell rang for first lessons, "Good luck with the auditions."

The students gave a little moan. If they didn't audition, she'd know and then she would give them horrible jobs like 'being Sharpay's assistant' one thought. Hilary turned around to look at Troy, but he was facing his 'angel'.

"Are we going to audition then?" he asked her.

"Yes, course we are. Its fun isn't it!" she exclaimed with a large smile that grew on her face.

"Great, see you at lunch," Troy replied as he got up and made his way out of the room. The guys had gym first; the girls were stuck with physics. Hilary's face lit up once more when she heard the news 'see you at lunch,' he was going to the auditions...and so was she! She'll show Gabriella that she and Troy will become the leads, rather than Troy and Gabriella.

"Ready to go," she heard a voice say from above her. Hilary had slouched into her arms on the table. Looking up, it was Gabriella, "okay," she replied as she grabbed her blue denim shoulder bag.