Parental negotiations
Playlist:-
Sunny Side of the Street by Frank Sinatra
Easy Like Sunday Morning by Lionel Richie
Gabriella drove home a smile permanently plastered across her face.
Her first day at school had not gone as planned but it was amazing she loved meeting new people and couldn't wait to tell her dad all about her day.
She pulled into the driveway looking at the gorgeous house before her. It was a cream colour with two floors and a third in the converted attic.
Downstairs there was one huge room flowing round in an L shape which was the kitchen, dinning and living room cleverly sectioned by archways and curtains for privacy in the winter.
Rooms came off that to the study, graphics room, studio, gym and stairs down to the basement.
Gabriella had never been sure why they had such a huge house for just the two of them but knew it had been great for her whilst she had therapy.
Walking through the door throwing her keys and stuff down she made her way to the kitchen finding her dad sat there surrounded by building plans and frantically clicking at his graphics board.
He designed houses including the one they lived in to enable Gabriella to stay at home between treatments.
"Dad I'm home!"
Sunny Side of the Street by Frank Sinatra
No reaction, strange how rude. He normally replied obviously too lost in his work then she heard to his iPod blasting out music and then his familiar voice rang through as he began to sing along.
Grab your coat and snatch your hat,
Leave your worries on the doorstep.
Just direct your feet to the sunny side of the street.
Can't you hear that pitter pat and that happy tune in your step.
Life can be so sweet on the sunny side of the street.
He stood up and started dancing around the breakfast bar to the fridge twirling in blissful unawareness as his amused daughter stood in the archway. Turning to face her he began walking over to her in time with the music
I used to walk
In the shade with the blues
On parade.
No longer afraid
The rover,
Crossed over.
He grabbed her waist and began spinning her round till she landed perfectly in ballroom frame. As they slowly jived as he sang along
If I never had a cent
I'll be rich as Rockefeller.
The gold dust at my feet
On the sunny side of the street.
He slowly danced her around the room spinning her and leaning her backwards as she flicked her foot out in time with the music. She then began singing along with him walking around the kitchen island unit till they met giggling in the middle to dance again.
I used to walk
In the shade
with those blues on parade.
But I'm not afraid
'cause the rover, he got over.
If I never had a cent
I'd be rich as Rockefeller.
All those chicks 'round my feet,
On the sunny side of the street.
They ran up the stairs and can-canned their way back down slowly laughing their heads off.
"Wee…wee…wee haven't…done…that…for…AGES!" Her dad laughed out trying to breathe.
"I KNOW!" Gabriella shouted
Easy Like Sunday Morning by Lionel Richie
"So baby girl OJ?"
"Yep!"
They walked back to the kitchen and sat around the island unit talking, music still lazily playing in the background.
"So how was school?"
"Good, really good, fantastic even!"
Her father smiled at seeing how happy she was.
"So did you know anyone there?" Her father asked knowingly
"Dad, I know you know Anton goes there and yes I also know someone else!"
"Who?" Confused
"A girl you treat like your daughter, she is medium height and black skin…"
"TAYLOR!" Her dad exclaimed in excitement
"Yep! Dad what are you listening to?"
"Lionel Richie, classic, why?" Realisation dawned on his face
"O no reason!" her voice hitched up about six octaves.
They both knew why and her dad went over to the iPod to change track.
"NO!! I mean, I don't want you to change it…" Her voice began to go quieter.
"Okay, okay."
They both returned to talking again keeping their minds off of the song that was playing.
The words and everything described the mood that was on the fateful Sunday morning the memory pushed to the back of her mind as she planned on telling her dad about the sleep over.
Her dad wittered on and on about contractors and building regulations, basically anything to avoid the song when Gabriella interrupted
"Dad, can I go for a sleepover?"
"What?"
"Can I go to a sleepover? Tonight? At 7:00?"
"NO!"
"Wait let me explain!"
"No, definitely not, I have not met the parents and they are strangers and what if you get hurt? What if…huh" Her father began to flap and panic like a headless chicken
"Dad listen for a minute before you go into overprotective over drive."
"Fine" her dad sat like a sulky teenager and listened.
"Okay, the parents are Mr and Mrs Evans, the owners of Lava Springs which you designed so you know the parents. Taylor is going and she knows what to do IF anything happens, Anton is going as well so he can help me IF I need anything."
"I love the Evans's but I'm not sure, you don't know these other people…" He was interrupted
"And I never will unless you let me go!" Gabriella stated exasperatedly.
"Dad I'm Seventeen not Seven! Now I can understand why but it is very frustrating at this end of the telephone!" She held up her hand acting like it was a telephone
Mr Montez had been through so much with his daughter they were inseparable.
He was good friends with the Evans's since he had designed their country club and was a life member along with Gabriella although she had never been due to therapy.
He looked at his daughter her pleading eyes bore into his heart.
"Let me ring Anton."
"Fine! I will be in my room!" She trudged up the stairs and packed her dance kit debating whether to even pack an over night bag and just ring Sharpay saying she couldn't come. Lying down on her bed she looked around her room.
The walls were a warm creamy white just like vanilla ice cream and on a feature wall there were photographs of all her family blown up in black and white in massive black frames. Photographs from all her life including everyone she knew and loved.
On one side there were huge French windows with doors leading onto an amazing balcony.
Her room had an en-suite and a walk in wardrobe plus a hidden trap door leading to the pod.
The pod was a glass bubble that hung out from the back of the house over a hidden part of the garden. It was an amazing room filled with light and space this was her father's proudest piece and had given him Americas up and coming architect award.
Now nobody was allowed in there as it was Gabriella's comfort zone it was filled with pillows, cushions, bean bags and a single book shelf where Gabriella kept her diary her guitar and a docking station.
This was her sanctuary and she came here everyday to be herself whether that be write in her diary, sing, chill out or take out her anger on fluffy cushions without her hurting anyone.
This room was like her best friend and as much as she loved her bedroom if she could have one place to stay it would be here.
She heard the phone bleep as it shut down and foot steps up to her room not moving from her spot on the bed she turned to see her father appear.
"You may go." He said
"What?" Gabriella said her eyes widening
"I said you may go but, on one condition."
"What condition might that be?"
"You have a bloody good time."
"Eek! Seriously!"
"Seriously" She bounded off the bed and into her father's arms
"Now, hurry up you need to get to dancing."
She looked at the clock 5:00 she needed to get going so she could get to dancing, tonight they were rehearsing for something called the decades.
She had been cast the lead role and her character along with another boy who was yet to join the group were travelling through all the music from the ever decade going back to the 1950's.
Today she was joining the new backing dancers as she had never met them before and her new choreographer including her leading role partner.
Grabbing all of her stuff she ran to her dad's car and he drove her to the new studios.
Anton was at the other studio practising for "Streetz," he would pick her up and take her to the Evans's.
She knew everyone else was at the Streetz partice as well beings as though September everything in the dance world was kicking in for October performances.
She never understood this but realised it was better now than in summer when she had her finals and shit.
She walked in to find everyone stood around talking and kissing each other in their little cliques just like school.
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Gabriella had never done a warm up anything like this she normally ran warm ups to a sexy song but never put sexy moves to it this was like nothing she had ever done before.
Half way through warm up someone ran in
"Hey you made it!" Her new slightly horny teacher shrieked.
"Hey!" Gabriella stared at the guy intently.
What the fuck was Ryan doing here?
He took his shirt off revealing his well toned physic from all of his dancing and joined in the warm up.
Smiling to herself she saw who she considered a best friend roll his hips and stick his bum out.
Looking into the mirror he saw a familiar face he chuckled to himself looking across at her picking up the moves of the warm up quickly and beginning to thrust her hips in the air.
Before he could get a proper look at her face they were on to leg stretches and all facing the front again. Rolling to do the other leg he saw her look over her shoulder and smile at him. He couldn't take his eyes off of her; the concentration on her face was priceless as she followed everyone's moves tickled him.
Splitting into their respective groups she was introduced to the crew.
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"Everyone this is Gabriella Montez the Lead female role who will be accompanying Ryan Evans in the decades. We are practicing the final dance of the 1980's. All right I wanna take it from the top I want it full out, forget about the steps just dance the shit out of it!"
Cheers came across the room. Gabriella hardly knew this dance as she had never met the choreographer or the team luckily her dance teacher had shown her the basics and it wasn't too hard.
She was bought back to the earth when she heard the funky bass riff belt out and the teacher begin counting
"And a 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8."
The lads danced first Gabriella never took her eyes off of Ryan amazed at how good he actually was. She picked up the steps and saw how they linked the music the guys finished and the girls came running on from the "wings"
He stood at the side and watched his friend dance she was incredible. It had taken him weeks to figure out parts of this and here she was making it look like walking.
His dance friends all began whispering about her
"Who's the new chick?"
"She's hot?"
"What school is she at?"
"Guys who are we on about?" Ryan asked
"The new chick Gabriella."
"O she is at east high new today actually and she is one of my good friends."
He pointed at her and they carried on talking till their solos came and they all did their own little move.
She finished hers and they shared a friendly smile till they came to do the turns.
Crashing to the floor they laughed.