A/N: Well, then, as a response to your amazing reviews and apparent love for the story, I've decided to continue this. I've renamed it to A Few Simple Lyrics because each chapter will have something to do with song lyrics, either it will start out with lyrics, revolve around a song, or something along those lines. Pay attention to the lyrics because they will be important to the chapter. I will write the rest of the story in Sharpay's POV. If it isn't in Sharpay's POV, you'll know.

Disclaimer: I don't own HSM or any songs used in this and future chapters. If I did, Gabriella would not be as perfect as she seems. By the way, I'm not posting the disclaimer up on any other chapters, if you want to see it, look here.


Two days after the callbacks, Mrs. Darbus still did not have the results. I knew why. Troy and Gabriella did amazing, but she did not want to risk having me leave the drama department. Not after all I did to keep it going without my brother. He came to support me during the callbacks but refused to sing even one note. I admire his spirit, I really do, but it's hurting me greatly. Just another thing I've learned to keep inside. My eyes glanced up and noticed a clock. It read 7:00AM. The theater was silent this early in the morning. Of course it was quiet this early in the morning. No one would want to enter the school this early. No one except me, that is. For some reason, the theater was calling to me. I ran my fingers along the keys of the piano and smiled. Music has always been a huge part of my life. My dad was a musician; my mother saved recordings of him playing various instruments and singing. A single tear dropped from my eye as I remembered my father. He was amazing; always there for Ryan and I. Now our mother is so distant. The loss of our father completely devastated her. They were truly in love. Everyone believes that my only goal in life is to become a Broadway star. The truth? All I want from life is to have a marriage half as happy as my parents'. That would be enough. I sat down at the piano and began to sob. My silent reverie was interrupted by the strumming of a guitar. I looked around, but saw nothing. A voice then echoed through the nearly empty theater.

"When the darkness finds the night
My heart still beats for you
In your eyes I see the lie
What can I do, I'll try my best to walk away
So I don't have to feel the pain
It goes on and on, on and on
And this emptiness I feel goes on and on
On and on"

That voice, that song...it was so familiar, yet I couldn't place who was singing. The tenderness in his voice; the feeling he put into each and every note amazed me. He really felt the song, whoever he was. I sat back and just let the music wash over me.

"As I cry myself to sleep I just can't go on
On and on
When this love I feel for you is so strong
On and on, on and on
Why can't I feel your heartbeat next to mine
The way it used to be
I love that purpose that is so right
I need you to see I try my best to walk away
But I just can't ignore the pain
It goes on and on, on and on"

The song ended as unexpectedly as it had started. I turned around and saw a figure standing in the shadows. That was who had just serenaded me. The 'normal' Sharpay thing to do would be to have a fit, stomp my feet, and demand an explanation. Instead, I walked over to him and stared into his eyes. The back of the theater was still relatively dark; I couldn't see anything but brilliant blue eyes. "Thank you," I whispered. "That was beautiful. I hope you don't mind me asking, but why exactly were you singing for me?"

"Because I never stopped loving you."

I gasped. Why couldn't I recognize that voice? Now, of course, I did, and it didn't make me feel any better. "Troy? How long were you standing there before you started singing?" My voice went from a soft whisper to a cold, accusatory tone.

"Long enough to see you cry." He wiped away the tears from my eyes.

The simple gesture felt so familiar...it felt so right. "What do you want?" I glared at him. He had to leave now. Gabriella might find out tell everyone. Wait, that shouldn't matter. Everyone hates me already, it wouldn't change anything. The real reason I want him to leave? My heart's in danger. I can't fall for him again; I don't want to set myself up for even more pain.

"I wanted to talk to you." I looked at him. My eyes were full of unsaid questions. He just smiled at me. "Sit down. This could take a while." I did as he said. "Sharpay, I...that song you sang for the auditions...your voice...I can't get it out of my head. I never stopped loving you, not even Gabriella will ever change that. I know that now. It just got to me so much that I called your house this morning to see if I could talk to you. Ryan answered and told me you were already at school. I figured it was as good a time as any to come and talk to you. I don't think I could last any longer without talking to you about it. I'm going insane, Sharpay." He leaned in to kiss me, but I stood up.

"You think you can just come in here, sing me a song, tell me some pre-written speech and then kiss me? You think that will make it all better Troy? I'm over you." That's a lie. "I don't love you anymore, don't you get it? Please, get out of here. Go back to your precious Gabriella and leave me alone."

"You're lying." How'd he know? Am I really that obvious? "I could see it in your eyes when you said you forgot that I Wanna Love You Forever was our song and I can see it in your eyes now. You still love me."

I sighed. He wasn't going to give up without a fight, was he? I wanted to tell him then that I loved him. I wanted to say that I never stopped loving him. I wanted to have him hold me in his arms again and never let go. I wanted to kiss him with the passion I'd been keeping inside. Yet I knew that I couldn't. I realized that kissing him would only lead to problems. The heart I'd worked so hard to repair would be broken into a million pieces yet again. "Troy, I'm letting you be with Gabriella. I'm letting you be happy with her. She's what you wanted, right? What you had said to me one night? Oh yes, I remember. You want someone who doesn't mind that you'd rather play basketball than sing. Just a nice, sweet girl that wasn't too complicated. One that didn't whine so much, didn't care too much about her appearance, and didn't give into what everyone wanted her to be. Well then, you've finally found her. Now you'd rather have me? I find that hard to believe. If you don't mind, I'd rather be alone." He didn't move a single inch. "Fine, if you aren't going to leave, I will."

I stood up and walked away without a single glance toward him again. "Sharpay, please don't leave. I didn't know I'd hurt you. I didn't mean it, any of it. Please, believe me." His voice was almost a whine. Almost. I almost felt bad for him. Almost.

"Troy, I don't care anymore. You did what you had to do. Now I'm doing what I have to do." The slam of the doors cut off anything else he had to say to me. Walking around the school, I began to cry again. My makeup is so ruined. I couldn't figure out what was wrong with me anymore. The 'normal' Sharpay would've jumped at the chance to be back with Troy. Isn't that what I'd always dreamed of? Getting back together with Troy. I wanted it when I couldn't have it. The moment it was dangled in front of my face, I threw it away. Why? Oh, yeah, Gabriella. Sweet girl. A disgustingly sweet girl. I walked past the gymnasium and down a flight of stairs. My emotions took over my better judgment and I broke down crying. Troy's song echoed inside my head.

I turn around and walk away
But I'll never escape the pain
It goes on and on, on and on
It goes on and on...


A/N: Well, there's chapter 2! Don't forget to R&R! Sorry it's so short, I promise a longer update will be next! By the way, I had only gotten like 2 reviews out of 57 hits. Seriously, if you want this to continue, you're going to need to review. If you don't care for the story, review and tell me! I just don't want to waste time writing a story you all don't actually read.