An: Hey guys! Alright so first of all, I apologize for not updating for like... ever! I just had wrighters block on this story, so I again, apologize for that.

Alright so this is updation weekend for me meaning by Monday (tomorrow) all of my stories -yes all of them- will be updated... so look out for that. Now for this story, I know this isn't right where I left off so excuse me for that. I couldn't think of how to continue so I skipped to Saturday. Yeah... I hope you enjoy it and now here's the next chapter of 'The Life Of An Ice Queen'.

Auditions

After a very long week of classes, it was finally Saturday morning at about 4:30 AM. And, even with it being early morning on a Saturday, the Evans' estate couldn't have been more chaotic. Sharpay had recieve a call the previous night from the director of her new play saying to come downtown by six tomorrow so they could start the auditions for the other lead and supporting roles.'

During the week Sharpay hadn't managed to figure out what Kylie had wanted with Troy's locker number. She had, however, figured out that the Auditions were put off until Saturday, in hopes that more people would audition, and that Ryan was becoming more distant when it came to being around Troy. She hadn't paid much mind to any of it though.

Currently, the blond had everyone in the large mansion awake and fussing about. While she ran all around looked for an outfit, Boi, her Yorkie dog followed her looking rather worried. Ryan, was sitting against the wall of the hallway, watching his sister with interest since she had waken him in her fuss. Several of the maids were already busy on their job... running to and from to get what the angered blond girl was asking them to retrieve. Paris and Alec Evans -Ryan and Sharpay's parents- were probably the calmest. Paris, sitting on the kitchen counter watching her cooks make breakfast and reading Vouge. Alec argued with an agent over his cell phone... something to do with Lava Springs -their country club- from what Paris could tell. A very chaotic morning was about the Evans' estate.

"Ugh! You've got to be kidding me!" Sharpay's shrill scream suddenly stopped everyone in their tracks. Paris and the chefs all turned to look at the marble stairwell as Alec just stopped talking on his phone for a moment. The maids stopped scurring about and Ryan -who had been interested in watching his sister before, was now wide-eyed and slowly scooting towards the door to his bedroom. Even Boi stopped in his tracks and looked up to Sharpay -as if asking her what he did wrong.

"Mother!" Sharpay screached, ignoring everybody who was staring at her. She was holding a cell phone several feet away from her face... considering the person had called nearly a minute ago. When the angered teenager recieved no reply, she tried again. "Moth-"

"Sharpay! Stop with the rucuss!" Paris Evans appeared at the top of the marble staircase and carefully made her way down the hallway. She was so calm compared to the rest of the family... she couldn't help but wonder herself how her daughter was such... a drama queen. "Inside voices."

"Mother!" Sharpay screached, quietly. "'Nold says the dry cleaning is apparently not done! How in the world am I supposed to look -as Adam said- 'to die for' if the outfit he told me to wear is..." She paused, as if the word she was about to use was the worst thing she had ever heard. "Filthy! The whole point of dry cleaning is to get the outfit clean! Filthy won't do. Talk to 'Nold!" By the end of her last statement, she was holding her cellphone at arms length and hiding her eyes with her other hand.

"Sharpay, darling." Paris whispered, quietly as she carefully took the cell phone from her daughter. "I thought you were wearing that adorable pink mini dress and blue jeans?"

"Mother. Adam said to wear the outfit he specified... I was supposed to change into that outfit when I got there and wear something 'adorable' till then! I can't interview people and judge them without the right outfit!" Sharpay explained, quickly brushing away her mother's attempts to calm her. Chantie looked over to Ryan for help, but the boy simply shook his head no. "Now talk..." Sharpay pushed her phone up to her mother's ear. "To 'Nold... not me."

Paris sighed, before listening to her daughter's wishes. "Arnold... yes, yes. I apologize for that little outbreak... yes, I heard... oh did you? how terrible... I understand... alright, well see what you can do... thank you, Arnold... yes, of course I'll tell Sharpay... thank you... bu-bye." Paris hung up the phone and turned to her daughter, narrowing her eyes. "Arnold is attempting to fix it. Until then you will be wearing the pink mini dress and jeans." As she seen Sharpay open her mouth to protest, she quickly added. "No buts, young lady. Now go." She pointed down the hallway toward Sharpay's room before turning on her heel and walking back down stairs.

Sharpay rolled her eyes and turned around. Seeing the maids, Ryan and Boi still staring at her she screached. "What are you looking at? Leave. Me. Alone." And with that she was gone into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

"Don't slam the doors!" Paris shouted up the stairs to Sharpay. "They're new!"

"I don't care!" Sharpay shouted back. And then everything went quiet. The maids slowly returned to their work and Ryan ducked into the safety of his own bedroom. Boi ran downstairs after seeing Sharpay had locked him out of her bedroom.

About an hour later, Sharpay was surrying out of the large estate and down the drive way to her pink convertible. "Tootles!" She called with a slight wave of her fingers as she noticed her mother and father watching her. Ryan had left ten or twenty minutes ago after recieving some strange call. He didn't say where he was off to though... but Sharpay had a faint idea.

She smirked, then sat down in her car. After buckling up and putting on her rhine stone rimmed sunglasses, Sharpay backed out of her parking spot and was on her way down the long drive way.

Once the blond was safely on to the road, she extended her hand turning on the radio only to hear some girlie pop song. Sharpay's dry cleaning was supposedly going to be delievered to the studio she'd be at... so for the time being Sharpay was wearing the pink mini dress and a pair of stylish jeans. Her hair was lying loose, blowing in the wind as she drove down the high way towards the studio.

"...that was Ashley Tisdale with Kiss that girl. It is currently five fourty three AM. The sun will be up at about six oh two today and there's a slight chance of rain. Your current high is seventy four degress farenheight... and this is Tom Jordan on your local Alberquqe radio station. Up next we've got Hannah Montana with Rock Star..." The only noise around Sharpay was the sound of her radio, rambling on about some stuff she couldn't care much less about. But whatever, at least it was finally the day for them to find a boy lead and start making rehersals for her play! Maybe, just maybe, this would be her big break!

The blond smiled at the thought as she pulled into the studio parking lot. After about five minutes of driving in circles, looking for a parking spot, Sharpay finally pulled into a parking spot three spaces from the front. She climbed out of her car, locked it, adjusted her outfit and sunglasses and then strolled into the large building.

Instantly, a shorter brunette girl ran up to Sharpay. She was holding a clipboard in one hand and a pencil in the other. She was talking through a small headset as she gave Sharpay a smile. "... yes, I will. Thank you Mr. Jhonson... sure thing... no, thank you. Have a good day..." The brunette continued to ramble on a bit more before turning to Sharpay. "Miss Evans, am I correct?"

"The one and the only." Sharpay replied with a shrug. "What's it to you? I'm not doing autographs right now."

"Oh, no, no, no." The brunette quickly shook her head. "I'm Michellea, Adam's secertary. I was sent down here to find you actually. Apparently, you're late..." The brunette rolled her eyes, sounding slightly annoyed. "Anyways... if you'll follow me, we can get started."

Sharpay merely nodded before following Michellea into an elevator. After they'd went down a floor or two, Michellea quickly led Sharpay down several isles of rooms and into one auditorium like room. "Here we are. Take a seat up by Adam please." That was the last Sharpay had heard of Michellea since she disappeared not long after that.

Sharpay walked down tons of isles of many chairs. Majority of the chairs were already filled up with people...who, from the looks of it, wanted the lead male part or a supporting role. After finally reaching the front of the room where a table was set up a couple yards from a decent sized stage, Sharpay sat down in the empty chair next to Adam.

"You're late." The older man muttered to Sharpay as she sat down. He briefly glanced over at her with an arched eyebrow, as if he was waiting for an explanation.

"You said six. It's five fifty... three." Sharpay replied with a shrug. She paused, before adding. "And before you ask. I'm not wearing that outfit because it's... too reveiling." Alright, so 'too reveiling' wasn't the truth... but, it was better than telling Adam that it wasn't dry cleaned properly and had to be sent back.

"Oh, alright." Adam rolled his eyes. "But you'd better get used to it, Miss Evans." Sharpay merely nodded, before suddenly noticing there was another guy sitting next to Adam. Adam, guestered to the man. "Sharpay, this is Jared. Jared, this is Sharpay. Sharpay is our lead female and Jared is our chorographer." He then went back to his paperwork that he had been working on before Sharpay had shown up.

"It's a pleasure." Jared said, with a small smile at Sharpay. He was about Sharpay's age -probably eightteen or nineteen... twenty at the oldest- and had short brown hair and charming dark brown eyes. Sharpay couldn't help but to find him rather cute.

"Yeah..." Was the only thing that excaped the blond's mouth before a paper was shoved infront of her by Adam.

"Read that in the microphone." He directed, pointing to the microphone in the middle of the table.

Sharpay stood up and grabbed the mike. Glancing down at the paper, Sharpay read. "Hey, I'm Sharpay Evans. I'm playing the lead role in our play." She paused, squinting to read as they turned on the brighter lights above her. "Anyways, I'm assuming you guys are all here to audition for either a supporting role or the lead? Either that or to support your friends..." The blond trailed off, noticing the look Adam was giving her for changing around his professional written words to her version. "Yeah... so, we're ready to begin. We're going to start with the lead role and work to the supporting roles. So, the first person auditioning for the other lead is..." Sharpay paused, for dramatic effect... until she seen the name Adam had written on the paper. "...Troy Bolton?!" She gasped.

An: so there it is. :) Yeah... a small cliffhanger I suppose but it'll have to do. I've been totally braindead lately. Haha.

Anyways, please excuse spelling errors... the spell check on this computer isn't currently working. And I hope you enjoyed it. If you get a chance, please review. Thanks.