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7:40 p.m. Ok, I have officially entered the lobby, and boy I've never gotten sooo many "ups and downs" from guys before. Maybe I should become a brunette! Although blonde is my signature (Page Six said so in a little blurb). Oh crap, FOCUS SHARPAY! So… no signs of Troy. Hmm maybe I should park myself by the elevator.
7:50 p.m. Oh my God! I just saw the most beautiful shoes on a tall leggy redhead… ugh soo jealous.
8:00 p.m. What the hell am I doing? Sharpay Evans waits for no one! Ok, well maybe I'll make this one exception. Ohh wait…. BINGO… Troy Bolton has just stepped out of the elevator and…. Ooo into the hotel restaurant. Very convenient considering this is one of my typicals, so Benny (the manager) should be able to accommodate me with a seat.
8:10 p.m. Ok, I'm in the perfect location, tucked away in the corner, but with a perfect view of Troy's table. He's at a table for two, but no one has joined him yet. He seems to be a little upset. Oh my god! Maybe I caused that! No stop, DON'T DRAW ATTENTION TO YOURSELF! Ok, I'm going to walk by his table and go to the bathroom and see if he notices.
8:30 p.m. My acting skills have officially gotten me into trouble. I am now waiting for Troy in the lobby, but he doesn't know it's me. He thinks I'm "Chelsie" a Gucci sales representative. Oh yea, and I'm from England. Hah. All I did was walk by his table and he smiled and said hi. I tried to walk away but he pursued the conversation… god he's such a guy… I just broke his heart and he's already going after other girls! He asked me if I wanted to go get a drink somewhere, so now I'm…err…Chelsie… is waiting for him to come down from his room. Oh great, here he comes, his adorable self. I can't believe he doesn't recognize me.
11:45 p.m. I or Chelsie Roberts (like the name?) just had a perfect date with Troy Bolton. I should be happy, I should be reeling, but it sucks, he doesn't know it's me, Sharpay. And I can't believe he would ask someone on a date so soon after me. I thought I had really hurt him. I mean he didn't even bring up my name while he was talking to me… I mean Chelsie. This sucks. I hate men. What the hell is wrong with them? Did I mean anything to him? And it really was a perfect date. We went and grabbed a drink and then headed for a late night movie. Then we walked home and he kissed me right outside my door. It was movie perfect. He was his smart, gentlemanly, boyish self, and I loved it. I love him. I do! I LOVE TROY BOLTON, and I don't know how I'm going to fix this mess I caused. He'll never speak to me again if he finds out about this one. I think Chelsie is going to need to hop the pond back to England very quickly. Plus, it's hard to remember to keep my accent. I almost slipped a few times. Oh, and I have a date with Troy again, tomorrow. Wonderful. What did I do to deserve this? And who was that redhead with him at the Chinese Restaurant? Oh, and why was he eating dinner twice?