The alarm went off. Seven o'clock.

What happened last night? Gabriella asked.

"Uh!" Melanie groaned as she rolled over on her side.

Then Gabriella remembered.

"Did you hear what happened last night?" Gabriella asked.

"What?" Melanie asked sleepily.

"Mel, I'm going to Duke!"

"W-what?" she asked waking up a little bit now. "Why? For what?"

"I'm going to sing the national anthem at the Final Four!"

"Gabby, how could you sing the national anthem? I thought you didn't sing. I thought it was only that one time."

"Well, I am! Just watch. Whoever told that woman about my singing guessed right," Gabriella said with excitement.

There was a knock at the door. It was that woman again.

"Hi, Gabriella. Sorry I never properly introduced myself lastnight. My name is Ms. Andrews. But anyhow you're leaving in four hours. Do you need anything? You'll be flying on the basketball team's private jet."

"No, I think I'm fine. I just have to finish packing."

"Okay, see you on the plane. Remember eleven o'clock."

Then she left. When Gabriella shut the door, Melanie goy up, "Who told that lady you could sing?"

"I-I don't know," I said.

Who told her? Who told her? I wondered.

"I don't know," I said again.

Who besides Melanie did I ever tell I was in the musical in East High? Who? Gabriella kept asking herself.She was completely blank of ideas. She barely told anyone anything besides Melanie. She was shy. Unnoticed. She wanted it that way. She wanted to keep my past as quiet as possible. She didn't want anyone knowing that she had been Troy Bolton's girlfriend at one time. Who? she wondered again and again.

She didn't realize that she had been sitting on her bed staring into space.

"Could it it be Troy?" Melanie asked.

"What?" Gabriella asked dumbfounded.

"Triy? Could it have been him?" Melanie asked again.

No. It couldn't be Troy. He forgot about me. Or could it be him? No. Don't get your hopes up. I thought.

"No," Gabriella said. " He forgot about me."

Gabriella got up off her bed. She started going through her clothes deciding what to wear. She especially couldn't decide what to wear to the Final Four. She was going to be on national television for goodness sakes! Melanie helped her with that. She pulled out a light blue sweater and a black skirt with black high heels. Then she had another dilemna. What was she going to wear for the other days there? What if she went out with Troy? Thank Melanie for knowing everything about style. She had a whole wardrobe for Gabriella set out in neat stack on top of their beds.

"Now that should be good. The weather might be a little moree cold than hear. You might have to put some more layers on," she said taking a deep breath.

By nine o'clock Melanie and Gabriella were ready. Melanie had already planned to be going and packed the night before. She was going to watch her boyfriend play. She went every year.

Well a t least I won't be by myself this year, Gabriella thought. Melanie's a great person to keep you company. Anyone company. Especially this time.

Gabriella and Melanie had all their luggage stored away on the jrt and had boarded the plane with the basketball team. And by eleven o'clock they were off.

Gabriella must have dozed off because before she knew it Melanie was shaking her to get up.