Juliet is who?

Chapter Three: Practicing

A/N: Hey, hey, sorry for not updating. I just updated Cinderella, though. So, I want to thank the EIGHT people that reviewed, and for just one chapter! Wow! So, I will now update—for you guys! Mwah!

Sharpay's POV

I bit my pencil for what seemed like the thousandth time that evening. I was, yet again, stuck on another math problem. Why, I ask you, does every teacher think their subject is most important? And, just to prove that, they give us about two pounds of homework. And they actually expect us to finish it and have a life! I mean, come on! Right now, I was supposed to be having a baking lesson/date with Zeke, but no. Since I had so much math homework, Zeke, in his own sweet way, offered to do our date a different day. He is so thoughtful.

I sighed, and got up. I could not finish this. At least I have all my other homework done. I only have to do about 10 more math problems, and then I would be done. I decided to take a break, and see what Ryan was doing. You see, unlike me, Ryan finds school in general easy. It's not fair. He always has spare time, and that makes Kelsi happy. Kelsi and he always have dates, whether it's a study date, or a romantic dinner. I started to think how Ryan and I hadn't spent any quality time together because of Kelsi. I mean, don't get me wrong; since Ryan did start dating someone, I'm glad that it's Kelsi. He could have done worse. For example, Priscilla. I mean, she totally likes him, but she's such a slut. I mean, even I don't wear shirts were you can see down and through them without even trying.

I shook Priscilla from my mind, and started down the hall to Ryan's room. As I approached, I heard music blaring from his room.

"Everybody (ye-ah)
Rock your body (ye-ah)
Everybody
Rock your body right
Backstreet's Back alright!"

I smirked. The Backstreet Boys were Ryan's guilty pleasure. I don't mean that he has a crush on them, ew, no. I mean that he still likes their music. I am sworn to secrecy, though, otherwise Ryan has threatened to kill me and reveal my love for Jesse McCartney to Zeke.

I walked into his room. Ryan didn't see me; he was reading a book on his bed. I don't get how he does it. Whenever I try to read and listen to music, I always end up tuning the music out, or not reading the book. When I ask him why he does it, he says it helps him learn to multitask. Ryan's weird.

"Hey," I said, turning off his stereo. "Listening to the soulful sounds of the Backstreet Boys again?"

Ryan blushed. "Yeah, so? They're good, and everyone had equal parts of singing, unlike the Pussycat Dolls." (A/N: OK, if you actually listen to the Backstreet Boys, they do all have equal parts. It's just that Nick always sings the Chorus and/or melody, so yeah.)

I sighed. Ryan always had to bring up my love of the Pussycat Dolls. "Listen, Ryan, It's not my fault that Nicole is a way better singer than the rest of them."

Ryan snorted. "Not to mention the hottest."

I grinned evilly. "Oh, I'm going to tell Kelsi! She'll be jealous."

"How much do you want to bet that Zeke thinks that, too?" Ryan retorted.

I glared at him. "Whatever. Anyway, before you rudely started arguing with me, I was going to ask you if you wanted to practice for the auditions. I don't know what scene to do."

"Well," Ryan started, "Mrs. Darbus will probably want a common scene, right?" I nodded. "So what's a common scene? And no," He interrupted my unasked question, "We will not do the death scene. There's kissing in that, remember?"

I sighed. Stupid Ryan, he thought of everything. "How about the balcony scene?" I asked hopefully.

Ryan thought. "Fine." He answered shortly.

"Goody!" I clapped my hands. "OK, here are the scripts, let's get busy." Ryan looked at me weird. "Ew, not in that way, sick-o!"

"No, I didn't mean that. It's just that… how come you already have the scripts?"

"Oh," I sighed in relief. "Um, I got them off the Internet. I figured Darbus would use original acts from the original play, you know?"

"Yeah, I've got it."

"So, let's start! Um, OK, were is the balcony scene…? Oh, here. Right." I said, talking to myself. I started.

"O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet."

Ryan joined in smoothly.

"Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?"

I continued.

"'Tis but thy name that is my enemy.
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face. O, be some other name
Belonging to a man.
What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other word would smell as sweet.
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name;
And for thy name, which is no part of thee,
Take all myself." I was really getting into the part by now.

Ryan said his line.

"I take thee at thy word.
Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;
Henceforth I never will be Romeo."

I closed my eyes, having memorized this scene in the play by heart.

"What man art thou, that, thus bescreened in night,
So stumblest on my counsel?"

Ryan finished off the scene. (A/N: I know, this isn't where the scene ends, but the scene is so long, I had to end it!)

"By a name
I know not how to tell thee who I am.
My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself
Because it is an enemy to thee.
Had I it written, I would tear the word."

Ryan looked down at his lines again. "Dang, Juliet has way more lines than Romeo. No fair."

I giggled. "Way to wreck the mood, Ryan."

Ryan looked confused. "There was a mood? My bad."

I was about to retort, but then the phone rang.

"I got it!" I yelled, and ran to the phone, just beating Ryan.

"Hello?" I answered, panting slightly.

"Hey, Sharpay?"

I immediately recognized the voice. "Oh, hey, Kelsi."

Ryan, who had been looking upset that he didn't get the phone, looked up at the sound of his girlfriend's voice.

"Is Ryan home?" Kelsi asked.

"He's right here!" I said in a sing-song voice, and handed the phone to Ryan.

"Oh, hey Kelsi… no, I wasn't racing to get the phone with Sharpay… fine, maybe I was… yes, I know a girl beat me… stop laughing!" Ryan walked out of the room.

I sighed, and went back to my room. All in all, the practicing had gone well.

And as soon as Ryan was off the phone, we would practice some more.

A/N: Yep, that's chapter three. Tell me what you think; I accept anonymous reviews, people! Just review! Next chapter is in Gabriella's POV.