I look over to who Sharpay is talking about, and take in her appearance. She has long, dark hair, with a red streak dyed in near her fringe. She has deep brown eyes, and she has a confident, cool air about her. Not overly confident like Sharpay, but confident enough to get through high school without being bothered too much.
"Sorry if you thought I was being rude just now," I walk over to this new girl who has chosen to pair up with me. "My mind was elsewhere...Although you probably already know that by now, and think I'm the biggest dork ever. It wouldn't really surprise me if you did - I mean, everyone else already thinks I'm this huge dork. I'm rambling on now, aren't I? Sorry about that, I just tend to do it sometimes. I don't mean to, it just -"
"It's fine," she laughs good-naturedly, and I smile somewhat awkwardly. She must be new because I don't recognise her face at all, and she looks about my age. I haven't seen her in any of my classes, or Sharpay's classes either.
"So, you're new, huh?" I try starting again, and she continues with this line of conversation.
"Yeah, I started a couple of days ago, and thought drama club sounded pretty cool, so I signed up, and here I am!" she extends her hand for me to shake. "I'm Nadine Roberts." I take her hand and shake it gently despite my slightly firm grip.
"Ryan Evans," I state the obvious, apparently forgetting Ms. Darbus' introduction of us just minutes ago. "Is there any particular part you're trying out for?"
"Not really," she thinks about my question briefly before answering. "It'd be kinda cool to get a part in a musical a few days after starting, so I'm not really fussed! I hope I'm good enough. Your sister's pretty great at acting...She looks like she has high standards."
"Believe me, she does," I confirm, nodding sagely. "And I bet you get a part. I saw your audition with that other dude earlier, it was brilliant. If you got the part of Jane, that would just be awesome..." I trail off, knowing that Nadine doesn't really have a hope in getting the role of Jane. It's going to be between Sharpay and Gabriella, and I can hazard a guess as to who will come out on top.
"Isn't Sharpay picking a lot of the parts?" Nadine figures out what I'm thinking about, and I nod. "Surely you get a say, being co-president?"
"You'd think so," I mutter, practically burying my face in my script as a red tinge creeps onto my face. "Right, so shall we run through this scene?" I swear everyone's fed up of running through this, but I just don't want to talk about myself and Sharpay to some stranger. That's what she is, a stranger. I've never spoken to her before, in my life.
"For God's sake, why can't you see where I'm coming from?! It's not about the bloody Devil! Read the script!" I hear somebody from the other end of the room shout at the top of their voice. I put my script down and roll my eyes before looking over to see who it is. She picks up on the sudden silence surrounding her, and looks around in confusion.
"Okay, seeing as you want to be the centre of attention, why don't you go first?" Sharpay huffs. Obviously her partner this time isn't who she had hoped for. I bite my lip, trying not to look too content that Dan picked Sharpay almost straight away, evidently taking a liking to her. I'm not surprised. Sharpay always did have a million and one admirers, including the odd brainless one.
Sophie and Tom take to the stage, with faces like thunder. I look on, confused as to why they can be in such a bad mood with each other. They had both hit it off well with their previous partners. Still, I guess that's showbiz.
"Before we start, I'd just like to say that we both have different views on how this scene should be acted out, so if it looks wrong...Blame him!" Sophie points at Tom on the other side of the stage, almost throwing the script at him altogether. Sharpay motions for them to get on with it, and they take their positions. They're both good at acting, it's such a shame that they can't get along.
When they've finished, Sharpay storms onto the stage. She picked up on the tension between both Tom and Sophie onstage, and of course, she's angry that everything is not so perfect.
"Okay," she clears her throat almost nervously. "There's an example of chemistry onstage. I'm not quite sure it was the type I'm looking for, but still, it's better than nothing. Who's next?"