"Lets just call this a day. I'm tried, and obviously everyone else is too." Sharpay gave up getting irritated with the actor's entire mistake.
She had enough of sitting down and watching them make the same mistake over and over again. Tomorrow was opening night—the biggest play of the year and yet everyone was messing up his or her lines. The day was no going good and she was still jet lag. Even thought it had been over a day.
"What?" Meredith, one of her co-workers exclaimed, shocked with the idea.
"What do you mean call it a day? Sharpay? We're not ready—we have the whole day ahead of us and tomorrow is opening night! What are you talking about?" Joe stood up, also in shocked of what Sharpay had concluded with.
"It's not working out. I'm tired of seeing the same mistakes. Everyone just take a break. Relax for the day and just come tomorrow night ready." Sharpay sighed grabbing her purse and standing up.
The cast looked at her, along with her co-workers. This was not the Sharpay they knew. Usually she would be pushing them, knowing today was the last day to practice and nail everything down. The Sharpay they knew would not easily give up—this meant the world to her.
"No, Sharpay. Tomorrow is the opening night. Thousands of people are coming to see this. Thousands. We can't disappoint them! Practice makes perfect." Joe wanted to scream.
The play meant a lot to him—just like all the other staff involved. Only Sharpay was too tired and had so much on her mind, she couldn't concentrate. The only thing she could think of was going to sleep. She really wanted to call it a day—even if they had only been at it for three hours and it wasn't even noon yet.
"Look, I'm tired and cranky. Lets call this a day. I have so much going on. My daughter is far away from me; my ex-husband is planning on getting married to some slut, and tomorrow is opening night. I need to get some rest." Her voice was weary and her eyes wanting to shut at the scene.
The staff looked at each other.
"Well, you're the boss of this. If you say so." Meredith sighed giving everyone else a hopeless look.
Everyone listened, not wanting to argue with the person encharged of the whole thing. After all, she is the one paying them.
"Everyone be ready tomorrow. Five pm sharp. Opening act at seven thirty. Don't be late." Sharpay said before grabbing everything that belonged to her and heading off.
Sharpay made her way down the street—glad that her hotel was only a few blocks away. It would be a nightmare having to drive around the city, with all the cars and people crossing. Plus she was tired, which made her want to stop at the coffee shop by the hotel. Maybe a cup of coffee would wake her up. It would be horrible to sleep away the day.
As she continued to walk, she heard her cell phone beep. It was soft beep, meaning she had a missed call.
"Great." She searched for her cell phone through the mess in her purse.
Normally, she heard her cell phone as soon as it rings, but she was in a busy street with people walking around practically screaming.
She got a hold of her cell phone and glanced at the 'missed call' sign.
Much to her surprise, it was Troy. That gave her quiet a scare.
Sharpay quickly dialed Troy's number making sure it wasn't some emergency—due to the fast that Troy made his message sound very urgent. The last thing she needed was to hear some bad news.
"Hello?" Troy answered
"You rang?" Sharpay's voice became playful—although she still felt weak.
Troy chuckled. "Yeah. Just seeing what's going on. I can tell Evelyn misses you--and she told me she did anyway." He said to the phone while searching around his bedroom for his shoes.
"Ha. Well I miss her too. It's been really crazy here. Things are not looking so good. I'm tired and cannot wait for this to be over." She sighed taking a sip of her coffee. "I'm so tired." She added softly.
"Sorry to hear that." Troy spoke sitting down on his bed, looking at his mirror.
Silence. Troy could hear people chatting on the other side of the phone. He assumed Sharpay was in a busy place—a coffee shop.
Sharpay felt herself drift into space, her left hand wrapped around her coffee cup while her right hand held her cell phone to her ear.
"Um…Shar, are you okay with this whole me getting remarried thing?" He asked.
Sharpay didn't respond.
"I mean am I rushing it? Cause you know, you and I just kind a reunited again—and am I…you know? Rushing?" He tried to explain it as simple as he could, only he found himself stuttering.
"Oh. Um." Sharpay blinked. "No. It's fine." She quickly spoke. "It's your life." She felt her face flush. "Don't worry about me. It's up to you."
It was nice that Troy thought to ask her. Not that it would have mattered anyway. Most likely, he was still going to get married even if she had told him he was rushing it all right. But she had no reason to tell him that. It is his life. Not hers. She was out of his life. She was out of his life years ago.
"Alright. I just didn't want to suddenly put all this pressure on you. I mean it's not anytime too soon-but I know it's been out of hand lately. A lot has happened." Troy said adding a small yawn.
He wasn't tired. He just had to yawn—it seemed to blend with what he was saying. At least it took away the awkwardness.
"I know. I know." Sharpay said nodding while taking another sip of her coffee. "But it's life. Nothing is ever predictable anymore." She sighed. "You know? Thing just get crazier by the minute."
Troy chuckled out of random.
"It's weird how we haven't spoken to each other in almost ten years, then Evelyn comes along—and now. It's different." Troy explained standing up and walking out of his room.
"Yeah. And to think I would never see you again." She giggled awkwardly.
"Yeah. Now we see each other more than before!" Troy pointed out sitting down on his couch. He was flipping through one of his sport magazines.
Sharpay didn't say anything in respond. Troy felt the urge to say something, but it seemed as if Sharpay was still thinking of a come back to his comment.
"We even slept together." He added quickly, as a joke.
"Let's not go there." Sharpay hissed. "It'll only lead to another argument and right now, I don't want to get in one. You have no idea how tired I am." She closed her eyes briefly.
"I wasn't aiming for an argument. Just joking around." He took a breath throwing the magazine on the coffee table.
"Where's Evelyn?" Sharpay asked finishing her drink. " I haven't spoken to her." She added while throwing away her cup.
"She's taking a bath. I'm planning for me, Evelyn, Rachel, and her kids to go out for dinner. Just a family dinner. I think it'd be nice." He simply pointed out.
Sharpay felt her body freeze. The last sentence killed it. The image of all of them, Troy, Evelyn, Rachel, Jessica, Kayla, and Christy having dinner together—a family dinner at some fancy restaurant haunted her mind. It was not something she enjoyed imagining. Why couldn't she be in the picture? Why only Rachel and her kids? How come Troy never offered to take her and Evelyn out to dinner? Just them three? Why does Rachel seem to be the lucky one all of the sudden? She got a family dinner with Troy…. while Sharpay was stuck working?
"Sharpay?" Troy called her name after the extremely long pause.
"Huh?" She shook her head. "Sounds nice." She managed to say clearly. "All of you. Diner. Really nice." She forced a smile, even if Troy couldn't see her. "I really hope Rachel is the one for you, Troy." She added, not having an idea why t hat came out of her mouth.
Troy frowned. He was confused. Sometimes he hard the hardest time understanding Sharpay. One minute she was in one topic, then another, and then a completely different one. He could not understand whether she liked Rachel or not—or if she hated him. She was never steady with one feeling. It always changed.
"What are you saying?" He asked wanting to finally just understand her language.
"Well you know…. I don't want you to make another mistake by marrying Rachel like you married me." She admitted biting her lips.
"Why are you so damn cranky?" Troy hissed wanting to throw the glass across the room.
Sharpay threw her fork on the white plate, loudly. She felt exhausted, and wanted to scream at the top of her lungs. "Because I'm carrying your child—eating for your child—waking up for your child—breathing for your child!" She spat knowing she could go on for hours.
"Then maybe starting a family was a mistake!" Troy slammed the kitchen cabinet.
"Maybe it was!" Sharpay stood up leaving the kitchen angrily.
"And marrying you was a mistake too!" Troy shouted after her.
As soon as those words hit her…. She cried. Even if she was already down the hall, she heard him loud and clear.
"Then why don't you leave, Troy?" She scolded wiping the tears off her cheeks.
"I WAS JUST PLANNING ON IT!" Troy threw his fork into the sink before rushing upstairs to pack. He couldn't take it anymore.
Sharpay watched him run the stairs. That was the last she had seen him. She didn't get to see him walk out the door…for she was in the bathroom, crying and cursing at herself. Troy never said good-bye.
"Oh. Yeah." Troy had no idea how to respond to that. "Well, I don't want to waste anymore of your time. So I'll let you go." He added in a brisk.
Sharpay opened her mouth to say 'good-bye' only nothing came out. She didn't want to say good-bye. She wanted to keep talking.
"I love you." Troy's gentle kiss made her melt.
"I love you too." Her hand reached for his hair, as they lay on the bed, ready to get some sleep.
He kissed the top of her blonde hair as she snuggled her face against his neck.
She smiled against his touch.
"Shar?" Troy called her name once again.
"Hmm? Yeah?" Sharpay choked out, her mind leaving the little flashback.
"Talk to you later?" He spoke with a questioned tone.
"Uhh... yeah. Sure. Yeah." Sharpay nodded.
"Okay. Bye." Troy hung up.
When she heard the click, her eyes began to water. Was she feeling homesick—or was just jealous due to the fact that Troy was going to be spending time with Rachel…. the slut. She had to admit, Troy still looked gorgeous—as hard as she had tried to shut him off her life and just forget about his smile, his eyes…everything. It was hard. Especially when they had an actual nice conversation. She knew she missed him. She hadn't thought about missing him for so long…and that was because she had accepted the fact that he was out of her life. It was no more them two. It was just now Troy. And then Sharpay. Not Troy and Sharpay.
"East High's cutest couple." She looked down at her purse, remembering the times when Troy was in love with her.
It sure was a long time ago—yet she still remembered it clearly. Nothing about Troy ever left her memories. She knew it. It was hard to admit, but she couldn't hide it.
"I might as well not keep it to myself anymore. I love Troy. I'm still in love with him." She spoke aloud for the first time since she had realized it... which was during their little lunch together—when he crushed her heart again about Rachel.
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