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(She steal me money)
Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger (When I'm in need)
But she ain't messin' wit no broke n (She steal me money)
Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger (When I'm in need)
But she ain't messin' wit no broke n(I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go 'head get down (I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go 'head get down (I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go 'head get down (I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go 'head

Cutie the bomb
Met her at a beauty salon
With a baby Louis Vuitton
Under her under arm
She said I can tell you rock
I can tell by ya charm
Far as girls you got a flock
I can tell by ya charm and ya arm
but I'm lookin' for the one
have you seen her?

"Troysie Poo!" Kelly's shrill voice called through his house. "Where are you? We have our first meeting with our wedding planner today. Did you forget?" There was no answer. She walked around his house looking for him. "Where are you, Troysie Poo? Troysie!" She continued to search for him. "We're going to be late." But Troy wasn't there. Kelly peeked into his garage and realized his car wasn't even there. "Maybe he's meeting me there, even though we agreed to go together."

Start of Something new

The Start of Something new…

"That's really good," Gabriella gushed, "I think we're ready to record. What do you think Paul?"

Paul was her technical manager. "It's perfect!" he called. "Let's go ahead and begin to record it. If you perform the same way you have been we may be able to lay it down today as complete."

"Good," Gabriella called back. "Ready, or do you want a break?"

"Let's do it," he answered. As the music began to play, his cell phone rang. He had forgotten to turn it off. "Sorry. One second."

He answered the phone. "Kelly this is not a good…" he began annoyed.

"TROY BOLTON!" she screamed so Gabriella could hear it perfectly. "I AM AT KATIE BERANGE'S OFFICE, AND GUESS WHAT? YOU ARENT HERE! TROY! HOW COULD YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN?! WE'VE HAD THIS PLANNED FOR 3 WEEKS! SHE DOESN'T HAVE ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD, AND WITH OUR SCHEDULES THIS IS HARD TO PLAN! WHERE ARE YOU?!"

"At p-practice," Troy replied.

"YOU DON'T HAVE PRACTICE RIGHT NOW! I WAS TALKING TO TAYLOR THIS MORNING! YOU ARE LYING! WHY ARE YOU LYING?! WHAT ARE YOU HIDING, TROY BOLTON?!"

"I'm not at a team practice," Troy told her, "I am at a private one. Coach wants me to perfect some new moves."

"AND YOU FORGOT ABOUT OUR MEETING WITH THE WEDDING PLANNER! IS BASKETBALL MORE IMPORTANT THAN YOU AND ME?!" Troy was seriously considering his answer when Kelly shouted for the final time in the phone conversation. "YOU HAVE TEN MINUTES TO GET HERE TROY BOLTON OR YOU WILL BE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE!" She hung up on him.

"I…um…I have to go," Troy said as he hurried out of the studio without another word or glance behind him.

"Wait…Troy…" Gabriella began, but he was gone. She shook her head, and threw the music off the stand in disappointment.

"Bitch," she mumbled. "Well, I guess that's it for today." She was talking to Paul now. "We can't really do anything without him."

"I agree, Gabriella."

Troy noticed Katie the wedding planner was gorgeous. She had caramel skin with long black hair and big brown eyes. She had a soft amiable face, and Troy guessed she had no problems with relationships at all. She dressed along the lines of Kelly, skimpy but fashionable.

"So what kind of wedding were you thinking about?" she asked Troy leaning over the table slightly, showing slight cleavage.

"Well," Troy replied trying not to look down, "I was thinking really small and casual, you know, something quiet…"

"Actually," Kelly cut in, "we wanted a huge wedding, 600 to 700 people, maybe even more with a star-studded lineup. We plan on inviting all our famous connections, maybe even some paparazzi. We want full news coverage and everything."

"That's…interesting," Kelly replied, surprised. "Most people don't want paparazzi at weddings. They're quite a nuisance."

"Well we aren't most people," Kelly replied smugly. "We're famous."

Katie the planner stared at her for a second. "Right…" she mumbled shuffling some papers. "Well, do you know when you want the wedding to be?"

"July," Kelly replied, "When the flowers are blooming. I want fresh ones in my hair, you know,"

"Perfect," Katie smiled. "Now…where do you want it?"

"Malibu Park," Kelly gushed. "When it's in blooming season, it's completely divine, and it would fit everyone comfortably!"

"What about the reception?" Katie asked her.

"That manor on the beach," Kelly answered. "I have this all figured out."

"I see that, it's very good," Katie told her. "Well, we are almost out of time. When you come to the next appointment, please come back with a list of three possible dates, a list of possible desired colored schemes, and an organizational list of the wedding party."

"When you say organizational list…" Kelly started.

"I mean just numbers, not people," Katie explained. "Don't give any names yet. Just decide how many bridesmaids, groomsmen, etcetera. I'll give you little homework assignments like this every meeting, and you need to make sure they are completed when you come the next time. It was very nice meeting you both. I'm sure together we can create the ultimate dream wedding for you both."

"Thank you very much," Kelly said shaking her hand.

"Yes, thank you," Troy added doing likewise.

"Since you have the night off," Kelly started as they walked out of the office building, "I was thinking we could cook up some food ourselves at your place, then discuss the stuff so we are prepared for our next appointment which is in two days. I'm paying her a little more than what we are supposed to so we can plan this thing accelerando."

"Yeah, okay," Troy replied. "I'll see you at my place." He kissed her on the cheek.

"He just walked out of the recording session?" Sharpay asked Gabriella incredulously. "Is he stupid? Is he Chad?"

"That fiancée of his called and started yelling at him about something," Gabriella explained, "and he retreated to her like a lapdog. She sounds kind of…controlling."

"Tell me about it," Sharpay agreed. "She sounds like a blonde gold-digging bitch."

"Troy has better taste than that," Zeke said flatly.

"Not always," Sharpay disagreed, "can you say Kayla Liparty?"

Gabriella frowned. Kayla was the girl Troy cheated on her with back in high school. "You're right, Sharpay." Gabriella stood behind her. Zeke was still doubtful, though.

"I still think he'd choose better than that when it comes to marriage. He's choosing to spend the rest of his life with this girl."

The words rest of his life stung Gabriella. Well, it served Troy right. He was getting himself into this. It was his problem, his bad decision.

"Maybe he's turning a blind eye to her bitchy qualities," Sharpay suggested.

"Maybe she has no bitchy qualities," Zeke retorted.

"Okay, baby," Kelly said, a pen and pad of paper in hand. "Dates. I think a Saturday, definitely a Saturday. So we can just suggest the Saturdays in July. That's obvious."

"Yeah," Troy replied, happy she hadn't said something ludicrous yet.

"And to the color schemes," Kelly began, "I think we should have bright summer colors. I want to wear pink because it's so pretty, and I want my bridesmaids in orange. The flower girls can wear blue, and of course, yellow, pink, and red roses. I want the ones in my hair to be white, though, to compliment the gown."

"That won't match," Troy said simply. "I was definitely thinking white and maybe pale pink or purple bridesmaid and flower girl dress."

"That's boring," Kelly whined. "I'm the designer, here. Trust me, bright summer colors will look amazing."

"I just don't want us to look silly," Troy admitted. "And using all the colors of the rainbow won't look right."

"Yes it will," Kelly snapped, "moving on. I think we should have twenty-five bridesmaids and groomsmen at least with 10 flower girls and ring bearers."

"Before I even touch the bridesmaids, groomsmen, and flower girls, I must ask you, how can you use ten ring bearers? Do you plan on having ten rings?"

"Well, I was thinking," Kelly began, "we each have a massive diamond ring, and then we have 4 bands a piece around them, two on each side. Each band is a bunch of small diamonds. The more the better, right? The bigger our symbol of commitment, the more love there really is in there."

"You know how much money that will cost?" Troy gaped.

"We have enough," she snapped.

"Whatever," Troy mumbled. "But why so many in the party?"

"Can you say star-studded lineup?" Kelly growled. "The stars are part of the wedding party. It's a publicity stunt."

"Why are you so obsessed with publicity?!" Troy yelled. "We don't even know those people! I am not having people I do not know in my wedding party! I refuse!"

"Well it isn't up to you!" Kelly yelled.

"It's as much up to me as it is to you," Troy retorted hotly. "And we are not having seven hundred people at our wedding. Just because you want to feel famous and special with paparazzi doesn't mean I do. I have enough of it. You don't understand. You think you're attention deprived, and all you're doing is fleeing for attention."

"Are you finished?" Kelly growled dangerously.

Troy opened his mouth as if to say something more. "Yeah."

"Then let's get to some other details we haven't covered with her yet. We have a lot of planning to do, and by the way, I forgot to add the cast of Charmed to the guest list. So we're up to seven hundred and fifteen people."

((that's it for today everyone…I don't think I'll be able to update until Monday but I will definitely try…reviews please…XOXO, CHRISTINE))