Next day rolled around with no sign of Gabriella Montez and golden boy superstar Troy Bolton didn't even care to notice. The entire day did Troy's thoughts were racking each other to put his past puzzle into the right places so it made sense from how many months he seemed to have lost in the fateful car collision back in May.

When free period rolled around, he dropped his book bag at his locker deciding to take a peaceful stroll through the school hoping something would spark something in his mind. He had to ignore the eyes bearing into the back of his neck as he passed the gym, and took the stairs and took a slow pace walk down the hallways randomly until he stopped feeling his head hurt from all the thinking he was doing. Taking in a breath, Troy shook out a bit trying to relax himself taking a glance around to where he exactly was finding the double door entrance to the theatre. No one seemed to be around as he pulled the red door open and peeked his head in to strain to hear something, but he was met with dead silence which he took as a safety sigh to walk all the way in walking down the slight hall way stopping at the entry way where the rows and rows of chairs lined the audience seating below the huge empty stage except for a few props and of course the piano. One a second glance did he notice a lone form seated on the black bench in front of the large piano. It didn't move, and no music seemed to be coming from the piano itself which indicated who ever the lone form was, was just sitting there in silence of the stage. Troy couldn't make out if it was female or male in the dim lighting and he was about to turn around and leave when he heard a note sound echoing throughout the theatre. Then music began to play so smooth, so well practiced as it flowed perfectly which was giving Troy a weird feeling of déjà vu as he slid himself into one of the back seats quietly continuing to listen to the person play the familiar tune. The words seemed to be on the tip of his tongue, but he kept his mouth shut as he closed his eyelids allowing himself to slip into the bliss of the music. He could see himself, on a stage with a microphone held in between his warm hands, and he was singing with the tune the pianist was so beautifully playing then he heard it. The voice, it was clear, it was angelic just like he remembered from his dark prison back in the hospital, except now it was singing to him and he was singing back. Troy felt his stomach lift into his throat of excitement being so caught up in the moment he didn't want it to stop anytime soon, it was too good to be true, like a dream.

BANG!

Troy jumped in his seat and his eyes shot open as he looked over toward the stage seeing the figure hunched over with his or her head rested against the piano keys, which explained the loud bang, and it was shaking. The boy pushed himself from his seat and made his way at a quick pace closer to the stage to help whoever it was, if he could that is as the déjà vu feeling returned. On approaching the stage did the figure come into focus that turned out to be the drama king Ryan Evans, crying against the piano keys.

"Ryan?" Troy took a step up the stage steps toward the boy slowly not wanting to startle him as Ryan quickly looked up and his pale white hand damp face as if to conceal that he had been crying.

"Troy…" He responded in almost a hoarse whisper from how hard he had been in tears earlier. "What are you doing here?"

"Just taking a walk and I heard you playing." Troy kept his voice calm but his eyebrows furrowed together in concern as he got up on the stage fully and walked toward the blonde boy who was pulling pieces of paper off the piano and stuffed them into his light blue book bag, making the brunette stop feeling a little hurt not knowing why Ryan seemed to be in such a hurry. Ryan sensing this and sat back up straight looking in the direction of the jock and folded his hands in his lap trying to act like his normal self.

"Surprise for the senior show at the end of the year," he nodded as Troy relaxed and finished his trip to the piano.

"Bet it'll steal the show." Troy said with an encouraging smile, and Ryan looked down cherry red cheeks as he gave a soft chuckle.

"At least you didn't forget your charm…" the blonde whispered more to himself then to the brunette, but it sent shivers down Troy's spine non the less, and tagged along the déjà vu that he seemed to be getting a lot in this theatre.

It was the warning bell that broke the awkward tension between the two boys as Ryan stood shrugging.

"Better get to class"

Troy nodded in agreement feeling an odd feeling of disappointment but he bid his bye to the blonde before jumping off the stage ignoring the voice in his head telling him to glance back to meet the blue eyes watching him walk off with tears rebuilding.

~YES! The interact, at last. About time, sheesh they're slow. There is mroe interaction later one, no worries. Please RATE&REVIEW.

Yeah, i don't own these characters, my creativity ain't that good. But this was the longest chapter that I actually wrote out on paper in class, but it seems more short on word for some reason, oh well! I'll update soon this week, HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO YOU ALL!

Sidenote: The song Ryan was playing, was "No air" by Glee. Well originally by Jordin Sparks, but I like Glee's version better, I dunno why. I love Jordin Sparks, but yeah. I might go into that in a later chapter, because there is a certain reason why I chose that song. K, side note over.