Note: I'm probably going to continue on this story, but I'm not sure when I only write when I feel like it so it'll probably be pretty sporadic.
Summary: Ryan Centered, He begins to wonder about his future and what he wants to do with himself. Will involve more characters in the future right now it's just his thoughts and such.
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The twinkle town musical had ended, it seemed that everyone returned to their stereotypes. But the air around the school was different, people weren't just preps, jocks and skaters anymore, there were artists, had hobbies, it's just that no one talked about them instead of an outcry of individuality, it was just kind of there.
Sharpay and I actually finished the Twinkle Town performances. Both Troy and Gabriela had other teams to consider, the academic decathlon regionals and state basketball just happened to fall on the same day as the last performance. We received many compliments on how it was just as good as all the others. More still on how it was our own personal best. But the magic I once felt from the stage performance no longer existed. The jazz hands and the cute tap numbers now just seemed a bit fake. There was a tackiness now attached to it, knowing that struck me. It was time to move on and find something else.
Being a singer was comfortable, secure. We would always get the lead. Without the Thrill though I saw little point in doing it. And so I began my exploration.
Step one was something close, forensics, I still liked performing even without the singing. I went to the room, and it was filled with Drama Club rejects. So this is where they all went… Smiling nervously, its okay Ryan just introduce yourself, "Hi my name is Ryan Evans and I'd like to join forensics."
There was a brief pause, then someone stepped out of the shadows, "We know who you are."
Creepy, I backed away slowly, "Thanks for your time… I'll call back." I didn't want to be surround by people who I've recently rejected, that was just a recipe for disaster.
I went back to the bulletin board, hmm the debate team, I could argue, that would be easy. I walked over and got their right at the start of practice. The coach clapped meon the back and said it would be great to have me on board, "A practice round is just starting, want to stick around and watch?"
"I don't see why not."
I sat down in a desk, and watched intently. Someone got up to the podium and began her speech, but it wasn't a normal speech, it was just garble, random weird noises. I couldn't even hear the words, it was impossible. I didn't know what was going on; there was something here that was like a new planet. There was something odd happening and I didn't like it. And the words "Anthropocentrism," and "Compassion Fatigue," and those were the only ones I caught. It was crazy, I had to get out of here, so I left. I could still hear the droning halfway down the hall.
By now most after school things were getting over with. All that was left was the academic decathlon team, which was a definite no, I couldn't that that fast, or sports, which I swore I would never do. Hanging my head I turned towards the gym There were at least three sports teams there, first the basket ball team. Waving to Troy I walked past. They were almost done with their season, and it would be impossible to join now, especially since they were already winning.
In the other half was the base ball team, looking over at them, I had to question myself. Did I really want to parade around in an outfit with red pinstripes? I'm not as fashion conscious as Sharpay, but come on, that's just lame. I didn't even stop, that's just one thing if I did I couldn't live with myself, maybe I could find something in the upper gym.
There were two sports going on up there. One was an auto matic veto, wrestling. No way was I getting sweaty and gross to grope some random person dressed in spandex. I don't think that it was a good idea. Looking over to the other side was a bunch of girls sitting around talked to a coach under a set of bars.
Gymnastics, I could do that, I used to do that.
Flashback
A thirteen year old Ryan stepped off the pommel horse and smiled to himself. His coach came up behind him, "You're doing really well Ryan, in a few months I think you should join our traveling team, you could easily be great."
Ryan shrugged,"Maybe." It sounded cool, but he wondered how it would fit into his jazz, tap and voice lessons. "I do a lot of theater work, musicals and such."
That was a huge understatement, the only reason he was in gymnastics was to improve his musical prowess, so he could do a back flip across the stage, Sharpay loved that. But he really did like the thrill of the vault and pommel horse.
End Flashback
Looking up I smiled, not only the coach here was my old one at the YMCA, but I think I found something I could do, and I already knew I liked.
After practice I approached her, "Hi coach Marci."
She looked up and seemed a little surprised, "Hey, Ryan right?"
"Yeah."
"Well, what can I do for you Ryan?"
I took a breath, here it was, "I would like to see if I could join the team?"
"Well, I don't have a boys' team, but I don't se why not, the girls team would be happy to have you."
Finally, sighing writh relief, now I can leave. I'll be able to fit in somewhere. Thanking the coach, I quickly left. Now, I just had to figure out a way to break it to his sister...