I'm getting so behind with this story, but it's up so its all good!!
If i don't upload dead on time, then cut me some slack :P I'm starting year 11 next thursday, and i still have coursework to do for then.
and, I'm going to be loaded with work,
But i wont forget :)
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"Right...one last time Troy, are you listening?" Coach Young said.
"Yep" Troy replied, trying to keep a straight face.
"8am...Good morning America...11am...that new newspaper which ive forgotten the name of. At 1pm, you've got a photo shoot back here, don't be late! The team needs you here! You should be finished at around 3, then you have the rest of the day to yourself"
"Charming...See you later then" Troy replied, sitting in the Limo, and instructing the driver to go.
This was a typical day for Troy Bolton. Interviews, photo shoots, and then practice, although today was their day off practice. They usually got together at Troy's and went on his court anyway, they never went a day without basketball.
Troy loved his job, the only problem was the paparazzi.
They reached the studio for 'Good morning America' and Troy sighed, stepping out of the Limo and smiling at the paparazzi, 'sometimes I wish they didn't know where I was at what time'.
"Is it true your going to model at Twenty-One's catwalk?" Came one shout
"Troy! This Way"
Where do they get such fake stories?
Troy sped up and entered the building, breathing a sigh of relief when all the paparazzi were gone.
"There you are Troy! I'm Angela, I work behind here, getting everything in order" Angela smiled and Troy returned it, shaking her hand.
"Right, lets get you to hair, they can sort you out then your on" Angela smiled, leading the way back stage.
"Troy Bolton!" Gary shouted. Troy walked out onto the set and smiled, waving at the people as he did so. Gary stood up to shake Troy's hand, then they both sat down, Troy grinning, his signature grin.
"So...Troy, hows life?" He began asking.
Troy gave a faint laugh before answering "Busy...Practicing, interviews, photos shoots, and matches, it's very hectic, But I love it all!"
"I bet you do, any of us would love to be in your position!"
"Yeah, I think of myself to be very lucky, but I never take any of it for granted" Troy replied.
"Wow, a man of many talents. Speaking of talents, I hear your quiet a good actor, have you ever considered going into that?"
"Acting. Wow, erm, I've done a bit here and there when I was younger, in school and that, but no, I'm happy with basketball at the moment"
"...and is the rumour true, your going to be appearing on Twenty-One's cat walk this year?" he asked, sitting forward in his seat.
"Where do people come up with these things? Nar, I did get invited to attend, and watch, but not to model, I'm not really into that sort of thing really" Troy replied, smiling.
"Oh right, but we can count on seeing you there?"
"Yeah, I'm defiantly going. Should be a good night!" Troy grinned.
"So Troy, when's the next big game?" One of his co-workers asked.
"Umm, Next Wednesday" Troy replied, sitting back in his seat. He was starting to feel more comfortable with the people now.
"Are you going to win?" Gary asked.
"I hope so! We've all being training so hard! It would be a shame if we didn't"
After another 10 minutes of talking, they said their goodbye's and Troy was dismissed of the stage and straight into his limo waiting for him.
"Where am I next, Paul?" Troy asked, climbing into the limo and taking a sip of water.
"The Sun Express" The driver replied, looking at a sheet of paper and setting off.
"Perfect" Troy grinned.
Troy drank the rest of the water and put the empty bottle down on the seat next to him. Days like these tired him out, and he couldn't wait to get home and relax.
The limo passed more blocks, and finally approached a tiny building (compared to the others) It had about 5 floors, and was a pale white colour. You could tell it was a new business.
"I'll wait here Troy...I'm just gunna go grab a coffee first though" Paul grinned, opening the door for Troy, as he stepped out. "Right, thanks Paul"
Troy was immediately met by a young looking woman, who led him through the crowd of paparazzi. There weren't as many here, but there was enough to be bombarded with questions. Troy did he best to zone out, trying to ignore the questions, it was harder than it was made out to be.
"Hello Troy, I am Kelly, Do you always get that?" Kelly asked, leading Troy through to a small room
"Yeah, pretty much" he smiled back. The room was a light blue colour, with black and white pictures of the 'Eiffel Tower' on the walls. There was several sofas around the edges of the room, and a small coffee table in the middle.
"I'll just go get Calvin, he will be interviewing you. Make yourself at...home?" Kelly laughed, walking out and leaving him to settle onto the sofa's.
"Troy Bolton! It's a pleasure to meet you!!"Calvin said, shaking his hand vigorously, and sitting on the opposite sofa.
"Shall we get started then?" he grinned.
"Yep, fire away" Troy replied, smiling at Calvin, who seemed like a very over-friendly guy.
"Here's one everyone wants to know, are you single?" Calvin asked, 5 minutes into the interview.
"Yeah I am actually, things are kind of hectic at the moment, it's hard to fit one in" Troy replied, laughing at his most asked question.
"And, would you ever date a fan?" Calvin asked, looking down at his notes.
"Not one that's too obsessive, I want someone who can accept me for who I am, someone who will over look the famous side of me" Troy grinned.
"Deep. So, I must ask, are you modeling at Twenty-One's photo shoot next week?"
"It's amazing how everyone finds out about things. No, I'm not. I am attending, but just to watch, I was invited their after a recent photo shoot. So I thought I might as well go and have a laugh" Troy smiled. How on earth did people come up with this things...and spread them?
"Right, that's all Troy, thanks once again for this!" Calvin smiled, getting up and shaking my hand as I followed him out the door.
"No probs Calvin, it was a pleasure"
He said his final goodbye's, then walked out of the door and into the limo.
"Paul! My man! Take me to the final place, I believe its home, or as we know it, a basketball court!" Troy grinned.
"Right you are Troy" Paul replied, setting off to the final destination of the day.
It was 7pm, and Troy was sat at home, watching TV. His photo shoot with the team had gone well, and he had been home for half past 3. The pictures were for the new print outside the stadium, and various other places around the city.
Troy had rejecting his team mates coming around for a practice session, and decided to just lounge around for the night, watching TV and eating.
Troy paused the TV as the phone rang, he looked at the number which he didn't know and picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Hey! Troy, it's Gabriella Montez. I was just ringing to confirm if you're attending the fashion show next week"
"Oh hey, Gabriella. Yeah I am. I've done two interviews today, and both thought I was modeling! How weird is that?"
"So weird. Anyway, I'm sorry for ringing you late, I hope I didn't disturb anything. Oh, and I got you're number from your coach. I hope you don't mind?"
"Noo, it's all good!" he grinned
"Right, anyway, I better get going...Friday, 6pm I'll send a limo to your house at around 5.30?"
"Yeah, that's fine"
"Thanks again Troy!"
Troy put the phone down and returned to the sofa, pressing play on the TV and continuing to watch. He just got settled into it, when the phone rang...yet again.
"Chad what do you want?" he asked, sighing into the phone.
"I'm hungry, you coming for a pizza and ice cream or something?"
"Not really..." Troy replied.
"Come on man! I'll pay half!"
"I know you will! But no!" Troy laughed.
"Come on! Pizza...Ice cream!"
"Fine!"
"Meet me there in 10 yeah?"
Troy put the phone down,and turned the television off, grabbing his keys and wallet, and heading outside, getting into his car. After a hectic day, all Troy wanted was peace, but no! Chad had to have food! Why couldn't he bug one of his other friends?
Troy parked up and got out of his car, walking to Chad's car, parked next to his.
"Oh, I forgot about the paps" Chad laughed, watching as a few walked towards them.
"Chad, how can you forget? Now hurry and get inside!" Troy yelled slightly, leading the way to an Italian restaurant.
"Chad! Troy!" The man greeted them on the way in.
"Hey Mario!" Chad grinned, giving Mario a high five.
"Hey Mario, can we have the usual seat please?" Troy asked, looking nervously behind him, as if he'd done something wrong!
"Of course"
Troy and Chad were led to the back of the room, to a secluded table, with a view of the beach. It was such an amazing restaurant.
"Can we share a HUGE pizza?" Chad asked, grinning like a little child.
"Yeah, why not...You can order!" Troy laughed. Closing his menu and smiling at waitress.
"Hi, Can we have one of those specials, and erm 2 pints or something?" Chad asked, handing the waitress the menu's and watching as she walked away.
"Chad...Dude!" Troy said, hitting him "Stop being a pervert" he laughed.
"Just because I find her attractive..." Chad started then looked down as she brought the drinks over. "Thanks" he said, shyly.
Troy laughed at Chad's reaction and shook his head...typical.
After their meal, Troy and Chad walked out of the restaurant, thanking Mario and his staff on the way out. They groaned at the paparazzi, as they fired questions and took photo's.
"Troy! We heard you're going to be at Twenty-One's catwalk!" One shouted.
Obviously.
"Will we see you on Friday Troy?"
Obviously.
"Is it a date with Gabriella Montez?"
Obviously.
"WHAT?" He yelled.