Who's Getting Married? (Really. I want to know.)
What time is it? (Really. I want to know.)

What time is it?! Wedding time! It is a wedding! That's right, children. Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girl, birds and bees, aliens and robots of ALL ages, I am getting married. Be very proud. Of course, everyone knew this day would come eventually. It's only been planned out since the day I was born. But is it like an arranged marriage if the two participants want it? Not really. Anyways, it wasn't our parents' idea. It was ours. Hers. Whatever.

So, where was I? Oh yeah. What time is it?! Wedding time! That's right, say it loud! Really loud. Let be known to the world, that today is my wedding day. And I am getting married. Today. I'm really excited for this. God, I feel like such a girl.

Anyways, what time is it?! Time of our lives! Anticipation…. Anticipation. Right. That must have something to do with the tingly feeling in my stomach. Chad called it "butterflies". I told him that sounded gay, and he punched me in the shoulder. It still hurts. He went on to explain that it's perfectly normal for a groom to be nervous about his wedding. Ryan offered a quote from Rocky Horror ("I see you shiver with anticip…ation") which wasn't helpful.

What time is it?! Wedding time! Marriage! Scream and Shout! That doesn't rhyme! Oh, well, it's not perfect. This is an occasion for screaming and shouting. It is certainly a day we all knew was coming for a long, long time. She's had the date set out for years. And all the colors, and the wedding party, and the place, and the clothing, and the flowers. Everything. For years. You think I'm kidding? I'm not kidding. Why would I kid? I have no reason to kid.

Finally, the wedding's here. Good to be getting married. I'm…really excited, and there's lots of pressure, but my girl's what it's all about. It's all about her. I'm pretty sure that if my presence wasn't required at the wedding, I wouldn't be missed at all. She just…yeah. It's always been about her. Just her. Not me. Well, it's about me sometimes. But not when she's around. Not that I mind. She's just…I don't think she can help it, really. She's just never been told "no" to.

Ready for some…wedding…for my heart to take a chance! I'm here to stay not running away, ready for a wedding romance! Wedding night. Always an interesting topic of conversation. Chad had decided to give me advice on the subject. When I protested and said I didn't need the advice, he just told me to shut up, and continued. In particular I remember him saying, "And don't forget to pack protection, unless you want to have kids right away, because that's a surefire way to do that." Not only had it made little to no sense, but it got me thinking about kids. How many would we be having? Seventeen? I hope not.

Everybody's ready, going crazy, yeah it's time…Come on and let me hear you say it right this time! Hey, that one rhymed. Chad had also given me some advice on what to say and what not to say during the wedding. Knowing me, I'm more likely to remember to what not to say list. He advised that the only right thing to say during the wedding was "I do" and anything else the "priest dude" (as he had said) wanted you to say.

Goodbye to being single, no time to mingle, I'm going to get married. It's a great big fancy wedding, and the party never has to stop! What rhymes with "married" anyways? The reception. It was great and big, although kind of lax on the fancy. It was buffet style, not sit down dinner. Apparently it was some kind of tradition (luckily) in both of our families. It was going to be outside in a great big white tent, with a stage on one end, and the food on the other. I hoped for the guests sake that karaoke would not be on the menu.

I've got to get married, no time to tarry, and I cannot stress enough…I've invited you and you, and you and you, Don't make me get tough! Rhyming dictionaries are a godsend. The invitation list. Not very exclusive, actually. You'd think it would be, but it wasn't. Basically, everyone is invited. Everyone. And you think I'm kidding. I'm not kidding. Everyone we've ever known ever, basically, was invited. Including any and all exes, that either parties happen to possess. Yeah, because that's not awkward to an insane degree. But the wedding was to be "swanky" and a "soiree". Whatever that meant. Fancy words not my strong point. Never has been, never will be. See: why my song doesn't rhyme.

Everybody's ready, going crazy, yeah it's time…Come on and let me hear you say it right this time! Everybody sure was going crazy. Chad even tamed that wild beast he calls "hair". No, he didn't get a haircut, but they did something to it, and it looks better. I think. I'm also not that observant. It might be exactly the same. But Taylor wasn't being very calm, either. She kept running statistics at us, telling us that the divorce rate is at 49 percent for first marriages, and the five steps to a great and successful marriage, and other stuff you learn in second semester psychology classes. Kelsi wasn't very calm either. She was actually providing the main accompaniment for the wedding, and she was really getting nervous. It wouldn't help her to say "like Kindergarten" so I didn't even try.

No more crazy nights and wild rides, cause now I'm a one girl guy. Enough already, we're waiting come on let's go…get this show on the road! It's time. Yep. It's time. The wedding is beginning. I'm standing there, and everyone else is standing there, waiting for our wonderful vision in white to come gracefully glittering down the aisle like a…dragonfly…or a glitter monster. But a graceful one. She is so beautiful. I won't ever give her up. Why would I? She can be conceited at times, but so can I. Nobody's perfect.

Wedding, don't blow it, blow it. We're perfect and we know it, know it. Wildcats! Are the best! Red, White, and Gold! School spirit. Nothing like it. Wildcats to the very end. We all are. When it all comes down to it, that's all we're ever remembered for. Unless something really amazing happens at this wedding. I don't think anything will. It's just a wedding. A swanky soiree. Nothing really special. Don't mess this up. Get'cha head in the game.

When's it's time to work, we do it, do it. Said "I do", got through it, through it. Let's live it up, party down, that's what this wedding's all about…! Yep, I did it! We got married! And we kissed in front of a whole bunch of people, who were watching us kiss. Perverts. Just kidding. Anyways, we're walking back down the aisle, and I think I heard Chad grumbling about the length of weddings. Well, his was longer. Plus he didn't have an awesome song to narrate with, like I do. The reception is a giant party. I'm still hoping "no" for the karaoke.

What time is it? Party time is finally here, yeah! Let's celebrate! Wanna hear you loud and clear now! Wedding's done! We can party as late as we want to! It's our time! We can do whatever we wanna do! So, the reception is great. There's champagne, and wine, but nothing any stronger than that (a "real shame" in Jason's opinion), but Sharpay had insisted. She said that she couldn't have a whole bunch of thoroughly drunk people to take care of on her wedding night. I thought she was going to go totally sober on us, but apparently not. The guys are psyched it's party time, and they all drag their girlfriends (or wives, or just any random girl that they see) to dance.

What time is it? It's party time! We're loving it! Come on and say it again now! What time is it? It's party time! We're gonna have the time of our lives! By the end of the night, the only ones of us left are me, Sharpay, Ryan, Gabriella, Chad, and Taylor. Just the Wildcat Six. We're all in this together. Get'cha head in the game. I don't dance. You are the music in me. Whatever. Still together, still going strong. Except there's one little change. I'm married to Sharpay, and Ryan's with Gabriella. We both got what we really wanted, anyways. Chad and Taylor? Yeah, they're perfect together, like always. Whatever. Sometimes they're so mushy, it's has to cause cancer, but yeah. We're all happy. And we're all for one. Or something less lame that I could say.

Yeah!

A/N: Yeah! So, my mom and I have this running joke that they're going to make a bazillion High School Musical movies, (Three High School Musicals, Five College Musicals, and then Seven After-College Musicals). After-College Musical 4 is commonly known as After-College Musical 4: Zac and Vanessa's wedding, because after a certain amount of time (around College Musical 3) they stopped using the names "Troy" and "Gabriella" and just went as "Zac" and "Vanessa", because that's all it really is. None of this is true, by the way, but they did announce High School Musical 4! Who is excited? -cricket sounds- That's what I thought. Anyways, I always joked how they'd sing "What Time is it? Wedding Time!" as the opening song for ACM4, so I thought I'd write it…with a twist!

This, my friends, was a Troypay wedding (for troypazash)! If you didn't catch that. In Troy's POV. Also, if you didn't catch that, because I never actually said it. And it doesn't rhyme because I don't feel like making it rhyme. And I'm lazy. So there.

So, thanks for reading, and please review! Even if you're not going to suggest the next pair to get married (which you should, because I might get these out faster if you do). And if I don't get any suggestions, how will I know what to write next? Then I just wouldn't write another one. (Okay, yes I would, but I'm giving you the chance to CHOOSE!). So review. And suggest. And have fun. And review.

Samantha.