You're the One That I Want Chapter 12: Opening Night, a high school musical fanfic

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You're the One That I Want

Chapter 11: Opening Night

By music is happiness and Baby-M-xo

Last Chapter…

The present Sharpay located a pen on her side table and scrawled three words on the back of the page in response

'Show me, then'

She put the words 'Troy Bolton' over it. The nurse would take the hint and give it to him, since he always seemed to be wandering around the place, like he was protecting her.

Mrs. Darbus was fluttering around backstage, checking to make sure everything was in place for opening night. And, of course, everything was. Everything had been in its spot for weeks, but the exuberant drama teacher needed to check for the umpteenth time. The actors were acting calmer than she was. At least they were acting like it.

"I'm going to mess up," Kelsi wailed, pacing backstage and wringing her hands nervously.

"No you're not, Kels. You've got 'Freddy, My Love' down pat." Sharpay said. She was free of any sign of her hospital visit, except that she looked a bit paler. She was looking at her friend with a mad expression, but her smile kept creeping through.

The buzz of the crowd increased, more and more people creeping in. Kelsi's nerves seemed to be contagious, so now every cast member was pacing anxiously, mumbling lines under their breath. Only Sharpay was truly calm, as she had done this many times before. She searched the dim backstage for Troy, who hadn't shown up yet.

"Showtime!" Mrs. Darbus stage-whispered, fluttering onstage to greet the crowd. Troy was still absent, so Darbus fished the Danny understudy from somewhere. All standbys and understudies had to be at every show in case something went wrong. Sharpay chanced a side-glance at her new on-stage love interest.

She silently wondered if her drama teacher had been on some drug when she cast him.

He was a sophomore, at least two heads shorter than she was, had thick glasses and his face was similar to a pepperoni pizza. If anything, he must be a good singer. Sharpay grimaced as she prepared to set foot onstage. Troy or no Troy, the show must go on.

Most of the show had gone on without conflict, much to Darbus' liking. No one had tripped, broken a limb, missed a crucial line, or messed up in general. Sharpay waited backstage yet again, but instead of her Sweet Sandy costume, she was dressed in her New Sandy ensemble, which was all black skin-tight clothing. Her hair was mussed up and huge, sticking out at least three inches from her scalp. She was holding a prop cigarette, twiddling it in between her thumb and index finger, her mind for once on things other than theatre.

Troy still hadn't shown up, and the show was almost over. She heard her cue line and strutted on stage, hearing the gasps of her fellow classmates, onstage and off. She said some lines without really hearing them, doing all her blocking perfectly. Just when Danny was about to say a line, a voice Sharpay would recognize anywhere, the voice she had been waiting hours for emitted from backstage, soon followed by the speaker.

Troy was breathless, he had obviously run here. He was completely in street clothes, and next to the 50's wear everyone else was wearing, he looked odd. Sharpay looked confusedly at the backstage crew, who gave her a helpless expression. Sharpay, being the actress she was, recovered in a matter of seconds.

"Troy?" Her voice sounded small.

"Troy!" Gabriella, decked out as Frenchy, didn't sound the last bit puzzled. She flipped her hair and batted her made-up eyelashes at him. He ignored her, only looking at Sharpay.

"Sharpay, sorry I'm late. This," he held up a fat manila envelope labeled 'EAST HIGH SECURITY', "took me a while to get."

Sharpay still looked confused, so Troy continued, completely ignoring the audience, who were probably beyond confused right now. At the sight of the envelope, Gabriella stopped looking flirtatious and looked nervous, her eyes going wide, looking from Troy to the envelope.

"Since you wouldn't believe any of my other explanations, I decided to show you solid proof." He produced a small portable DVD camera from a bag he had. The whole house was silent as he slipped the DVD, which was in thick packaging, causing the envelope to be huge. Instantly, a black and white picture appeared on the screen. Troy's face was set as he held out the player to the blonde.

She took it with slightly shaking hands. One after the other was a short video clip of Troy and Gabriella's heated run-ins, and each, as Troy had tried to tell he numerous times, Gabriella started. The accused sneaked behind Sharpay, took one look at the screen, and walked back, a 'don't believe what he says' expression on her face. It didn't work. Sharpay found the solid proof that the videos weren't fake, the little east High emblem in the far right corner. Not even the best video hacker could double that.

The video montage ended with a small click. She closed the screen slowly, an unreadable expression on her face. She looked at Troy, who also had an unreadable expression.

"I hope you believe me," he said simply and turned around to go backstage and leave.

Sharpay ran over to him, her heels clicking on the stage floor. She hurled the player somewhere behind her. She distantly heard an 'oomph', meaning that it had connected with someone. Sharpay turned him around and before he could say anything, she kissed him. They were like that for several minutes, during which Gabriella stormed offstage in a huff and the Danny understudy walked offstage, looking confused.

"Forgive me?" Troy asked when they broke apart. He was grinning.

"Of course," she grinned and kissed him again. The once-silent crowd erupted into cheers. Mrs. Darbus, desperate to save her show, cued the pianist to start playing. Troy and Sharpay looked at each other when they heard the tune, a wry smile on both their lips.

I got chills, they're multiplyin', and I'm losin' control
Cause the power you're supplyin', it's electrifyin'

Sharpay strutted in front of him, looking haughty. She sang too, as if the last few months hadn't happened.

You better shape up, cause I need a man,
and my heart is set on you
You better shape up, you better understand,
to my heart I must be true
Nothing left, nothing left for me to do

Now what was left of the cast joined in with the chorus…

You're the one that I want
(you are the one I want), ooh ooh ooh, honey
The one that I want (you are the one I want),
ooh ooh ooh, honey
The one that I want (you are the one I want),
ooh ooh ooh, honey
The one I need (the one I need),
oh yes indeed (yes indeed)

Sharpay walked across the whole stage with a slight smirk on her face, with Troy following her as it was blocked. She was slightly surprised he had remembered it.

If you're filled with affection,
You're too shy to convey
Meditate my direction, feel your way

I better shape up,
cause you need a man
I need a man,
Who can keep me satisfied
I better shape up, if I'm gonna prove
You better prove, that my fate is justified
Are you sure?
Yes I'm sure down deep inside

The whole stage was alive with singing and dancing. The crowd didn't seem the least bit worried that the show would take another odd turn. Sharpay and Troy were grinning like idiots to each other while they sang, and the cast, for the first time in a long time, was happy.

When everyone did their final bows, and Troy and Sharpay were center stage, she leaned over and whispered in Troy's ear, "You better take that song to heart, Troy."

He looked fazed for a moment, and then the message sunk in. "I will." He grinned and they kissed again, making the crowd clap harder. It was a perfect moment.

"Well, thanks to Mr. Bolton's, well, unexpected visit, I thought the show would be done for. But everyone keeps telling me they love it! Love it more than the original scene!" Mrs. Darbus left muttering to herself. She had just told Troy and Sharpay the crowd's reaction to their little additional scene.

"I didn't mess up everything for once," Troy laughed.

"A new record."

They left the school humming 'You're the One That I Want', their hands entwined.

Author's Note: Please review and do not flame me on the Disney ending. I like Disney endings. Please review.