The ballet/dance terms used in here-I have a little glossary in my profile if you wanna see it:)

"Wildcat," Gabriella said, going into the living room where Troy was and sitting down next to him on the

sofa.

"Yeah?" Troy asked.

"What would you think if I signed Brie up for ballet class? The first class if the year is Wednesday. I just read

about a dance studio in the newspaper and they're taking last minute sign ups."

"Aw, I think that would be pretty cute; we would have a dancer and a basketball player."

"Well I'm gonna ask her first. I think she's in her room." Gabriella stood up and walked upstairs. She went into

Brie's room. "Brie, would you like to take ballet?"

"What's that?" Brie asked.

"Dancing," Gabriella told her. "You learn how to dance."

"Like the movie of you and Daddy dancing? I don't think I wanna," Brie said. "I don't wanna dance with

boys." Brie was talking about the East High Senior Year play where her parents were dancing with each other on

stage. Gabriella had gotten a DVD of it for her husband Troy on the birthday he had right before the twins were

born. Of course the kids were curious about it and wanted to see it, so Gabriella had let them.

"No, it's not dancing with boys," Gabriella said. "Mommy will show you what it is. Come into the computer

room."

Brie followed her mother into the family's computer room. "Whay awe we hewe?" she asked.

"I'm gonna show you ballerinas dancing," Gabriella said, going online and doing a search for The Nutcracker.

She found a video of the snowflake dance, which was a bunch of ballerinas in white tutus representing snow-

flakes falling from the sky. Pushing play, she said, "This is what it is."

Brie watched intently. "Wow! I wanna do that!" she exclaimed, jumping up and down when the video was all

done.

"Well you'll need to start at the basic steps," Gabriella told her. "You won't do that right away."

"I'm gonna be a ballewina!" Brie exclaimed.

"Okay," Gabriella said, "I'll call the dance studio. You'll be starting on Wednesday."

"How many day is that?"

"Let's see, today's Sunday, so three more days."

"Yay!" Brie clapped excitedly.

"And today we'll go to the store and get you some ballet slippers, a leotard, a skirt, and some tights."

"Do I need to weaw that fow ballet?"

"Yes."

"Is Twoy gonna do ballet, too?" Brie asked.

"No, he likes basketball," Gabriella answered.

"Good. I don't want him in my ballet lesson."

"Brie, that's not very nice."

"But he's mean," Brie said.

"Who's mean?" her dad asked as he walked up the stairs.

"Twoy," Brie answered. Then, excitedly, she said, "Daddy! I'm gonna go to ballet!"

"You're gonna be a good ballerina," Troy said.

"I wanna be able to do what those ladies did in that movie."

"What movie?" Troy asked, confused.

"Oh," Gabriella said. "I showed her the snowflake dance from the Nutcracker on the computer so she could

see what ballet was."

"Oh," Troy said.

"And I'm gonna dance like them!" Brie said happily.


"Are you ready?" Gabriella asked. It was Wednesday evening, and Brie was going to her first ballet class.

"Yeah," Brie said, walking over to her mom. She was wearing a black leotard with a matching skirt, pink

tights, and little pink ballet slippers.

"Okay, let's go then," Gabriella said. She walked over to the door, Brie following her. But then she remem-

bered something. "Wildcat," she called, "Can you come kiss me? I'm taking Brie to ballet."

Troy came down the stairs and walked over to Gabriella. He pressed his lips onto Gabriella's.

Gabriella kissed back. "Thank you," she said.

"Daddy, I want you to kiss me, too, but not yucky like you kiss Mommy."

"Okay," Troy said. He bent down and kissed his daughter's cheek. "Bye, Brie. Have fun."

"Bye, Daddy," Brie said.

"Bye, Wildcat," Gabriella said, hugging Troy.

"Bye," Troy said, hugging Gabriella back.

"Mommy, why do you call Daddy Wildcat? Why don't you call him by his weal name?" Brie questioned.

"Do you know his real name?" Gabriella asked.

"Yeah," Brie answered, nodding. "His name's Daddy."

Gabriella and Troy both laughed a little. "Well actually Daddy's name is Troy," Gabriella said.

"That's my bwother," Brie said.

"Well Mommy and Daddy named you and your brother after us. Mommy's name is Gabriella, and so is yours,"

Troy said.

"No, my name's Bwie," Brie said.

"Well that's what you go by, but your full name is Gabriella," Troy said.

"Weally?"

"Yes, now I think you should go to ballet."

"Oh, ballet!" Brie exclaimed. "Mommy, let's go."

"Okay," Gabriella said, opening the door. "Let's go."

"Bye," Troy said as he shut the door after Gabriella and Brie walked out.

"Let's get in the car," Gabriella said, helping Brie into the backseat, then getting into the drivers' seat herself.

"I'm excited!" Brie said happily.

Gabriella pulled out of the driveway and drove to the dance studio, listening to Brie talk about how excited

she was for the whole ten minute drive. "Alright," she said when she had found a parking space, "Let's go in."

Brie jumped out of the car.

"Wait for Mommy," Gabriella said. She went over to her daughter and helped her cross the parking lot and go

into the building.

"Whewe do I do ballet?" Brie asked.

"We have to go in the waiting room," Gabriella told her daughter, leading her over to a chair. "You can sit

down."

"Okay," Brie said, sitting in the chair. She looked around at the other little girls waiting for their class. Sud-

denly she saw someone she knew. "Hi, Abbie," she said, running up to her friend from preschool.

"Brie!" Abbie exclaimed. "I never knew you wewe coming hewe."

"I'm doing ballet!" Brie said, jumping up and down.

Just then, the door to the ballet room opened and a lady with medium blonde hair walked out. "Okay, it's time

for ballet class," she said. "I would like all the parents to come in so I can get the names and ages of your girls."

"Brie," Gabriella said, "Come here."

Brie went over to her mom. "Let's go in!"

Gabriella took Brie into the ballet room. The floor appeared to be made of glass, though it was really just a

Marley style floor-the kind ballet dancers should use. There were barres in the middle of the room and a mirror

all along one wall.

"Hi," said the ballet teacher to Gabriella. "I'll need your mom's name and your little sister's."

"Oh, she's my daughter," Gabriella told the teacher, trying not to sound rude.

"Really? You look so young to be her mother. Well anyway, what's your name then?"

"Gabriella Bolton."

"Okay," said the teacher, writing Gabriella's name on an notepad. "And what's your daughter's name?"

"Brie Bolton," Gabriella answered.

"Pretty name; I like it." Then, to Brie, she said, "Hi, Brie. I'm Miss Emmy."

"I wanna learn ballet!" Brie said happily.

"You will. Let me finish talking to your mommy first." Miss Emmy turned back to Gabriella. "Alright, well if

you want you can watch the class for today. But in the future, we would like parents to stay out of the room be-

cause it's really a distraction for the girls. But occasionally we'll have days where parents can watch."

Gabriella nodded to show she understood.

"Alright, now just for safety, I need to know who's she allowed to go home with besides you."

"Well sometimes my husband-and her father-Troy might come to get her. His last name is the same as mine.

And that would pretty much be it."

"Okay, and in case of an emergency, can I have your phone and cell phone numbers?"

Gabriella gave the home phone number along with both her and Troy's cell phone numbers.

"Well thank you. Brie, you can go over to the ballet barres."

Brie ran over to one of the barres.

Gabriella, deciding she should call Troy so he knew she was going to watch the ballet class, left the room for a

minute, called him on her cell phone, then went back in and sat down in one of the chairs that was in the corner

of the room.

"Okay, girls," Miss Emmy was saying, "We're going to learn the five positions of ballet. This is first position."

She put her heels together and spread her feet out so they made a straight horizontal line. Then, she put her arms

in front of her so that they were making a circle. "Now you try it."

All the girls tried to copy their teacher, but were having trouble.

"Alright," Miss Emmy said, going around to each girl and adjusting her feet-as far as they could go without

hurting the girls-and arms to first position. "You won't be able to put your feet in a straight line right away," she

explained. "It takes practice." Once all the girls were doing first position as well as they could, she said, "Now

here's second position." After they did that and she corrected them, she had them do the last three positions.

"Alright, now we're going to do tondus." She took one of her feet, pointed her toes, turned her foot to the side so

her heel was turned towards the ceiling, and let her still pointed toes stay on the floor.

"That's easy!" one of the girls said, trying to copy her teacher.

"That's not correct," Miss Emmy said, looking at her student's foot. "What I want you to do is do it one at a

time and I'm going to help you do it the right way. If you don't learn the right way now, you'll get confused when

you get to be big ballerinas. Brie, can you go first?"

Brie picked up one of her feet, pointed her toes, then put her foot on the ground, her heel facing backwards

and her toes facing straight forward.

"Okay," Miss Emmy said, "That's a good start, but you need to do a turn out during your tondu. A turn out is

when your heel faces the ceiling and your foot isn't in a straight line." She took Brie's foot and gently moved it

to how it was supposed to be. "Do you feel the difference?"

Brie nodded.

"Alright, good. You can stop doing the tondu now."

Brie listened to her teacher. When the other girls were done with their tondus, it was time to learn plies. "Now

a plie," Miss Emmy said, "Is just a bending of the knees. So what I want you to do is put one hand on the barre

and the other on your side. And I would like your feet in first position."

All the girls did as they were told.

Miss Emmy corrected each girls' foot position and then said, "Alright, now just slowly bend your knees." As

she spoke, she demonstrated what the move was supposed to look like. "Now let's try it one at a time."

Two girls went, then it was Brie's turn. She bent her knees slowly, but lifted her heels off the ground.

"Your heels need to stay on the ground," Miss Emmy said.

Brie let her feet lie flat and tried again.

"Good." The rest of the girls did their plies, then Miss Emmy said, "Okay, well that's all we have time for to-

day. You all did a great job and I'll see you next time."

Brie ran over to Gabriella, a smile on her face. "I was doing ballet!" she said happily.

"I know, and you were great," Gabriella said. She hadn't thought her daughter would really like it after seeing

how much the girls were corrected.

"It was fun!" Brie said.

"I'm glad you had fun. Now let's go home and tell Daddy about it," Gabriella said.

"Okay," Brie said happily, walking out of the room with Gabriella.


"Daddy, I had fun!" Brie said as soon as she arrived home with Gabriella and saw her father.

"That's great," Troy said.

"They really work hard," Gabriella added.

"Well they can't work too hard if Brie liked it," Troy said.

"Well it was a lot of correcting," Gabriella said. "And when we got there, Brie's teacher thought I was her sis-

ter instead of her mother."

"Well remember that lady who we got her package one time?" Troy asked.

"What lady?" Gabriella asked, confused.

"We got a package, so we opened it, then found out it wasn't for us. Then we returned it and the lady was all

mad and stuff. Remember that?"

"Oh, that. Yeah, and she thought we were sophomores or something."

"Exactly. People always think we're way younger than we are."

"Mommy, you and Daddy awen't young," Brie commented.

"Well that's something we don't hear every day," Troy said.

"Where's Troy?" Gabriella asked.

"Oh no! I forgot all about him!" Troy exclaimed. "He was being so quiet, so I decided to watch TV, and then I

forgot he was even in the house!"

"What? You forgot about your own son? Troy Bolton, he could be hurt! I really hate you right now!" Gabriella

yelled with unexpected anger.

"Mommy, don't yell," Brie said.

"Shut up, Brie," Gabriella said rudely. "Get in your room."

"I'll go check on him," Troy said, quickly running upstairs with Gabriella and Brie following him. After Brie

went crying into her room, Troy and Gabriella went into their son's room. They found him lying on the floor.

"Troy," Gabriella said to her son in a panic, "Wake up!"

Troy didn't move.

"TROY BOLTON, I HATE YOU!" Gabriella screamed to her husband. "I REALLY HATE YOU!"

"I'm sorry," Troy said gently.

Gabriella picked up her son. Just as she did, his eyes opened. "Mommy, I hit my head," he told her.

"Are you okay?" Gabriella asked worriedly, kissing her son's forehead. "What happened? How did you hit it?"

"I bumped it on my bed," little Troy answered. "And then I fell asleep."

Gabriella decided not to tell her son he had most likely fainted; it would scare him since he was only three.

"Well why don't you lie down in your bed and rest?" Gabriella suggested. "I need to talk to Daddy."

"Okay," little Troy said.

Gabriella put her son on his bed, then said, "Come on, Troy, let's go in our room."

"Mommy, I'm in my woom," little Troy said, thinking his mother was talking to him.

"Mommy's sorry," Gabriella said. "She was talking to Daddy."

"Oh," little Troy said.

Gabriella then walked out of her son's room and into her and Troy's, with Troy following her. Once they got in

there, she shut the door. "Okay," she said angrily, "He could've died. I hate you."

"But I love you," Troy said.

"Well I really hate you." Angry and sad tears filled Gabriella's eyes.

"I'm sorry," Troy said sincerely, "I'm really sorry. I should've been paying more attention and I shouldn't have

been so lazy. It's my fault; I'm not gonna deny it."

"Sorry i-isn't good e-enough," Gabriella said, still angry. "M-My son c-could have d-died."

"I know. I realize that. And I regret not paying more attention," Troy said. "I really do. Please forgive me."

Gabriella sat down on the bed and didn't answer.

Troy knew he should just give Gabriella some alone time. He walked out of the room and went downstairs.

"W-Where did you go, Troy?" Gabriella asked as she wiped the last tears from her eyes. She then left the

room and went downstairs, where she saw Troy sitting on the sofa, looking very dejected. "I-I'm sorry," she said,

starting to sob again. She ran over to him, sat down next to him, and hugged him tightly as she let her head rest

on his shoulder.

"It's okay," Troy said gently, hugging her back.

"I-I d-don't hate y-you," Gabriella said. "I-I love y-you."

"It's alright," Troy said, rubbing Gabriella's back gently. "I forgive you."

"Thanks," Gabriella said, looking at Troy and smiling a faint smile. "And I forgive you, too, Wildcat."

Troy and Gabriella then kissed each other passionately. Everything was okay again.