"Ryan, you're doing it wrong!"
"How?!"
"Your left foot is pointing outwards. Why?"
"No it's not!" Ryan sighed, throwing his arms in the air.
"It looks sloppy."
"For crying out… Sharpay, can't we take a break? It's nearly midnight!"
"A new year." Sharpay nodded sternly. "Maybe a new beginning, for you to start over and get things right for once."
"Because everything you do is perfect? All your little plans are perfect?"
"Shut up Ryan."
"So where's Troy Bolton tonight?"
"Ryan…." Sharpay spat, desperate to silence her brother.
"Oh, I think he's off with his girlfriend. You know, Gabriella. Not Sharpay, Gabriella."
Sharpay's face expressed all emotion she felt for her brother. All the anger, disgust, maybe even some form of hatred. How dare he drag up something he knew had cut her deep and hurt her more than anything else had.
Sharpay's enraged expression soon faded, replaced with an upset frown, shortly followed by bottom lip quivering.
"Ryan…" She exclaimed, before choking on the emotion engulfing her, and running off of the stage.
Ryan stood on the spot, wide-eyed. He had just reduced Sharpay to tears. He hadn't meant to. He wanted to… he kind of wanted to be like Sharpay. And give as good as he got.
Just a shame it looked like he'd pushed it a bit too far.
He finally groaned to himself, and slumped off in the direction Sharpay had taken.
He checked her dressing room, his own, the bathroom… where else could he check? He wondered if he should check the party going on in a hall in that very community center. He sighed, and made his way towards it. He knew she wouldn't be there, but, where else could she be?
As he skulked down the quiet corridor, he heard a faint, muffled noise coming from somewhere close by. He stopped to listen. It was a sobbing. Coming from somewhere to his left. He spotted a door, marked 'Janitor's Closet.'
Sharpay could not seriously be in a Janitor's Closet. Surely it was too icky for her? Ryan approached the closet, his shoe squeaking on the floor at the same time.
Ryan heard a quiet gasp, followed by complete silence.
"Shar?" He said softly, tapping on the door. "Shar, I'm sorry."
Ryan heard the sobbing recommence, albeit slightly quieter.
"Please come out. You don't wanna be in the closet at midnight."
No response.
"I mean…" Ryan continued. "You tell everyone an Evans is in the closet, they'll never believe you…"
"You're so not funny." Sharpay sighed through the door.
"The moral of the story is, neither of us should be in any type of closet."
Ryan stepped back as the door opened.
"Happy new year." Sharpay miserably said to Ryan. Ryan frowned at Sharpay's face - her make up had run and she had mascara all down her cheeks.
"I didn't mean to upset you, sis."
"Guess I can dish it out but I can't take it, huh."