Chapter 6 Roadtrip WHOO!

"That's it?"

Sharpay looked at her new home. It was fit for a queen.

"And what town is this?"

Her mother shrugged, "Something, meadows."

They took their bags out of the car and went into their house.

"Where did all this furniture come from?"

"Please don't ask anymore questions. Go pick out your room."

Sharpay nodded and went up the stairs. There was one room with a bathroom, a room with a giant window, and a room with everything Sharpay could possibly imagine. She picked it and set her stuff down and lay on the bed. She fished through her pockets.

"Where is it?"

She stood up and checked all of her pockets, her purse, her bag. But it was nowhere to be found.

"How could I lose something like that?"

She sat on the bed and cried. The last piece of her brother was gone.

Pull yourself together Shar.

Sharpay took a breath. She got her cellphone. She almost dialed Ryan's number, but her fingers punched in someone else's.

"So what now?"

Troy was hanging out at Gabriella's house. They did nothing, except sit on the couch and talk. Their conversation had reached a lull.

"Um, wanna..." Gabriella started.

A familiar tune played from Gabriella's pocket. She took out her cellphone and answered it, "Hello?"

"Gabby..."

"Sharpay?"

Troy looked at Gabriella with, "Let me talk to her," eyes.

"Gabby, I can't stand this."

"Stand what?"

"Ryan's gone, I lost his note, and I'm afraid to dial his number." Gabriella heard sniffles.

"Sharpay. Relax. Take a breath. Good. Now, start from the beginning. What's up?"

"I lost Ryan's note."

"What note?"

Gabriella heard a burst of tears, "The note that changed everything."

Gabriella remembered yesterday. Troy found a note on the Evans' driveway and put it in his pocket.

"Um, Sharpay, I'm sorry. You left the note here in Albequerque."

There was a gasp on the other end.

"Shar, breathe. Ok, let's put that off. Now why can't you dial Ryan's number?"

"RYAN CALLED ME SHAR!!!"

Gabriella heard her hang up. She turned off her phone.

"I wanted to talk to her..." Troy said.

"She hung up on me, Troy."

"Psh whatever." he went to the kitchen and got a Pop-Tart.

"We have to give her this note."

Troy laughed with his mouth full, "We don't even know where they live."

"I might know someone who does."

Ryan drove his car to the city, searching for a decent hotel. He couldn't believe the amazing day he had.

"That song is so awesome, Ryan. Did you write it?" Sydney asked as he finished.

"No, it was a song I sang for a callback in a school play."

"You sing amazingly."

"Thanks."

Sydney stared at the ground, "I play guitar."

"Really? Me too."

Sydney shrugged, "I'm not that good."

"That can't be true."

Sydney looked at him, "But it is."

"Show me."

Sydney went to the back of the room and got a shiny black guitar.

"This is Shelby."

"Looks like I'm not the only one that names guitars."

Sydney blushed.

"Are you gonna talk, or are you gonna let me play."

Ryan put his hands up, "Go ahead."

Sydney started playing a tune, and began singing.

"True love is out there somewhere, somewhere hidden in that place. Someday I will find it. Someday."

She stopped and blushed, "That's all I have written."

Ryan clapped, "Amazing. I loved it."

"You are way better than me."

Ryan smiled, "Well you could be better, just practice."

"Well, I have to get back to work."

Ryan nodded. Sydney went back to the cash register.

Ryan turned and looked at the piano. He played some notes.

"That sounds good." he thought.

He continued playing.

"My heart is somewhere else. Fate is waiting for me." Ryan stopped.

"I should start on the music."

He fished around his pockets for some paper. He found a small pad of paper.

"My...heart...is...somewhere else." He put the notes on the paper.

"This is going to be an awesome song."

Ryan parked at a tall sparkly hotel. "The Element" He checked in and got a luxiourious room. Somehow, the people in the music store paid him for playing their requests. He didn't ask for any, he just did what he loved. He lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling. He felt so alive. His cellphone started ringing.

"Please not Sharpay. Please not Sharpay."

He looked at the caller ID.

"Whew. Hello?"

"Ryan! Hey, it's Sydney."

Her voice is so pretty.

"Hey Sydney."

"Hey, Ryan. So um...are you doing anything tomorrow?"

She's gonna ask me to go on a date!

"No, not really, why?"

"There's this amateur concert thing at the music store. I think you should go. First prize is a recording contract with some big music guy. Wannago?"

On a date would be nice.

"Sure, I'll be there."

"Great, You're sure to win."

Sure.

"Well, I gotta go Ryan. See ya tomorrow."

"See ya."

She hung up. Ryan stared at his phone.

Call back. Please.

"Gabriella, I don't like where this is going."

"It will be really quick, promise."

They were running through the neighborhood. Gabriella was faster than Troy thought.

"OK, we're here."

Troy looked at the house.

"Oh no. I am not going there."

"Do you wanna give Sharpay the note?"

"Not if it means coming here."

"Troy, it was the last thing she had of him."

"Well that guy almost gave me a neck problem!"

Gabriella started up the driveway, "We are giving this note to Sharpay."

Troy looked at the sky and let out a heavy sigh, "FINE!"

He followed Gabriella. She rang the bell. The same guy opened the door.

"You two brats again?"

Gabriella ignored him, "We will leave as soon as you answer our question."

The man shrugged. Troy backed up.

"Ok, um, so where did Mrs. Evans and Sharpay move to?"

He looked at Gabriella in the eye. Troy backed up some more.

"Phoenix, Arizona." he said, and slammed the door in her face.

She turned around and looked at Troy, "Ready for a roadtrip?"