Thanks to those who actually reviewed! And many thanks to those who put me under their Story Alert and Favourite List! Here's Chapter 3. I decided not to let any of you wait any longer, so, happy reading!

Troy walked along the hallways, feeling slightly dizzy. They had practiced for four hours straight and although Troy enjoyed music, it wasn't all that nice once you had been practicing for hours on an end. However, now was lunch. The very first day and Troy had no idea how long lunch lasted, so he decided to ask a senior.

'Excuse me, but how long does lunch last?' Troy asked carefully, trying not to appear as if he was making fun of the senior.

'Three hours. We've got up to 1500 to finish everything. Lunch should only take about three-quarters of an hour so after that, you're free to do your own stuff.' Troy could hardly believe his own ears. A three-hour lunch period. That was a first.

'Oh, Troy Bolton, right? I'm supposed to tell you that you're one of those doing the School Exchange. Our school is involved and so are, umm, let's see...Leland Stanford University, the School of Dance, the University of Yale, the University of Albuquerque and Julliard School of The Arts.' Troy couldn't remember where he had heard of those universities before, but he nodded his thanks and dashed off, his dizziness seemingly vanishing.

It was time to rock the house. Whether or not there were exchange students, the School of Aesthetics basketball court had better be ready for him.

Basket time.

Stanford University

Gabriella walked along the hallway of Stanford, her books in her arms. Everyone was hurrying to get to class, but lessons were the last thing on Gabriella's mind. She was thinking of the trip to the School of Aesthetics. She would see Taylor, Chad, Martha, Jason, Zeke, Sharpay, Ryan, Kelsi…and Troy. Of course. He was studying there.

Gabriella recalled everything about Troy, the way they first met, how they had grown closer in the first year, the musical and its preparations, the summer, how Troy had attempted to make it up to her, senior year, how Troy and Chad had pranked Jimmy and Donny and what she had said to him over the phone. Somehow, a small part of Gabriella kept reproaching her for being that mean to Troy, but Gabriella had always managed to push it to the back of her mind. She somehow knew Troy would be waiting for her at the School of Aesthetics and now felt a sense of regret at accepting the invitation to go.

University of Albuquerque

Chad caught the ball as it came down, sweat dripping down his forehead. He shot it in and there was nothing but net. The coach then blew his whistle.

'Alright people, good job. Danforth, work up more on those slam-dunks. The University of California has gotten a new captain and he's not going to be easy to get past. Practice is now over.' Chad got ready to dash to the locker room when he heard the coach call his name.

'Yes coach?'

'The school's decided that you should be the one to represent the University of Albuquerque at the 5-day 5-school Exchange Programme at the School of Aesthetics. Do us proud. You're the only student to go this year, and being invited is an honour.' Chad was shocked. He had expected one of the top music students to go, not him. However, at the thought of seeing his high-school friend, Troy, Chad's other thoughts vanished at once.

'Sure. So when do we leave?'

'Two days. Get ready.'

School Of Aesthetics

Troy stood alone in the basketball court, shooting hoops. On the court. The School of Aesthetics had him on the team, as captain but sometimes he felt that even basketball got boring.

I wish Gabriella was here, Troy thought, Somehow I think I'd feel better then...

In two days, Troy's wish would come true. However, only the first part would.