Hi people! It's me and here is Chapter 2. Many thanks to HSMLoverAlways and KFF for putting my story under Story Alert! And thanks to Sunyx for putting me as a favourite!

8th January...

Troy stood outside the gates of the School of Aesthetics, gazing up at the giant building in front of him. The crest, a flute lying across a book and a ball, was all too clear. So was the motto below it. Tantum optimus of totus. Only the Best of All. A constant reminder of the school's expectations. Somehow, Troy found that as thrilled as he was being in a prestigious school where many famous singers had once studied, Troy felt rather intimidated by the sheer size of the school. Taking a deep breath, Troy stepped past the iron gates and into the school, determined to make the best of what he had.

At the same time...

At the other schools, the others had all started school for at least a week. They still weren't used to it. Kelsi and Ryan were slightly uncomfortable around the dramatic students, Chad felt rather pressured by basketball and Sharpay, though she loved dancing, was quite shocked by the School of Dance's rigorous dance practice schedule. However, Gabriella was fine. Stanford suited her, and she had pushed Troy to the back of her mind, where he remained until...

'Alright, class. The school has arranged a visit to the prestigious School of Aesthetics. Only five people can go. So let's see...who shall be the lucky ones?' Gabriella's heart skipped several beats at the mention of the School of Aesthetics. Troy was there, she remembered...too late. She had raised her hand.

'Alright, Miss Montez, you shall be one of them. Who else?' After selecting the last few, they were brought aside and given a private briefing. The visit was in two days, and they were to be in full Stanford uniform. No casual clothes, jewellery, nothing but true blue school stuff. Boring. Gabriella thought.

School of Dance

Sharpay walked through the halls of the School of Dance, humming the hip-hop song she was supposed to dance to. As she opened her locker, she saw a piece of paper stuck on her mirror. It read:

Miss Sharpay Evans,

In accordance to the traditions of the School of Aesthetics and the School of Dance, once every 5 years the best student from the School of Dance will spend 5 days at the School of Aesthetics, taking its lessons and adhering to its timetable. The school of Aesthetics is pleased to announce that you have been chosen to represent the School of Dance in this exchange. We look forward to your visit on January 10.

Signed,

Michael Vladimsky

Dean of the School of Aesthetics

Sharpay frowned slightly. The School of Aesthetics...one of her high school friends had gone there, right? She smiled. Meeting with a sister school was never easy. But then again, Sharpay could make the most difficult person grovel at her feet. This wasn't going to be hard.

Yale

'Class, our school has the honour of sending one student to the School of Aesthetics for a 5-day exchange program. Miss McKessie, I think you fit the bill. Be ready for severe grilling, though. Their motto, Tantum optimus of totus, says everything about their expectations.' Taylor nodded. She felt ready for it. Time to set a new record.

University of Albuquerque

Chad walked along the hallways, holding his basketball. It was just after practice and he was headed to class when he bumped into someone. The dean.

'Sorry sir. Didn't see you there.'

'It's alright, Mr Danforth. I was about to tell you that you're our representative at the 5-school exchange conducted at the School of Aesthetics.' Chad broke into a grin. He could see Troy again! It was indeed time to turn the heat up.

Julliard School of the Arts

Kelsi and Ryan were walking along the hallways, chatting about the upcoming school performance when a seemingly flustered boy smashed right into them.

'Oh! I'm so sorry, Mr Evans and Miss Nielson! Anyway, the dean wants me to tell you that you two are representing Julliard at the 5-School exchange at the School of Aesthetics. It's in two days.' Kelsi and Ryan glanced at each other. The last time they had heard of it was 5 years ago and they had heard the School of Aesthetics was grilling. Kelsi smiled.

'Come on. It'll be fun.'

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