get your party clothes on

Swinging Lifestyle

100 ways you know you’re a Swinger!
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1. You are wearing wristbands in most of your vacation photos.
2. Half of the numbers on your cell phone are listed only by screen names.
3. You are running out of reasons to tell your coworkers why you can’t go out with them this weekend.
4. You have over 50,000 frequent flyer miles on Air Jamaica.
5. You know most of your friends’ by their first names (Rich & Jen, Frank & Beth) but you don’t know their last names.
6. You have more lingerie than a hooker.
7. You had already seen pictures of your friends naked before you ever met them in person.
8. You position the computer screen in such a way your children can’t sneak up on you.
9. You can’t remember the last time you had pubic hair.
10. Before traveling somewhere, you look up couples in that area.
11. You worry about explaining to the neighbors why 10 couples show up on a Saturday night carrying over night bags and don’t leave until Sunday afternoon.
12. Your spouse asks you if you want to have sex, and your first thought is”With who?”
13. Your gynecologist wonders why you’re asking for birth control when he knows that your husband has had a vasectomy.
14. Your hot tub has never had a bathing suit worn in it.
15. Your sex toy collection costs more than your china set.
16. Your wife has a shirt that says: “I Like Girls Too.”
17. You have a stripper’s pole in the middle of your den.
18. You giggle at the golf course when someone asks if they can join you for a foursome.
19. The last thing you typically do at a party is search for your wife’s thong.
20. You’ve hugged your friends goodnight while naked.
21. You hear the word “Playmate” and your first thought is NOT “Playboy”
22. The word “slut” has become a term of endearment.
23. You remember to bring lube before you remember to bring lipstick.
24. Your choice in new carpeting is heavily based on which type won’t give you rug burns.
25. You’ve taken your Liberator with you to a dinner party.
26. The term Vanilla isn’t just a flavor to you.
27. You bet your wife who can score first with that cute girl.
28. You are constantly encouraging your kids to spend the weekend at friends’ houses.
29. You don’t think twice about wearing a short skirt, high heels and fishnets when it’s freezing outside.
30. Your wedding reception has an after party.
31. You get dressed for a party and don’t worry about comfort because your clothes won’t be on for very long.
32. You panic when your friend’s digital camera goes missing.
33. You’ve invited friends over and watched porn.
34. You’ve invited friends over and made porn.
35. You’ve watched someone do a tequila shot off of your wife’s breasts.
36. Your friends know what brand of condom you prefer.
37. You wake up in the morning and find that half of the cloths on the floor don’t fit you or your wife.
38. Your kids think it’s normal for adults to have sleepovers.
39. A hot tub is considered a necessity not a luxury.
40. You believe in Unicorns… Because you’ve actually ridden one.
41. You leave the kids at home when you go to the toy store.
42. You take photos of yourself with your head out of the frames, on purpose.
43. You can’t decide which of your three naughty schoolgirl outfits you should wear tonight.
44. You always keep a supply of condoms, lube and clean hand towels by your bed… And your guest bed… And your couch in the living room.
45. Every day is “Hump Day”, not just Wednesday.
46. You frequently use the term “Friends of friends” when explaining how you know certain people.
47. You know which of your outfits looks best under a black light.
48. You have an entire closet devoted just to themed outfits.
49. You place a ad that reads: “Wanted: Reliable babysitter who is willing to stay till sunrise and doesn’t ask any questions.”
50. You choose furniture based on which best repels semen stains.
51. The staffs at Hedo and Desire send you birthday cards.
52. You come home with that, “There’s Something About Mary” hairstyle.
53. The babysitter wonders why you are always already wearing your full-length coat when she arrives, even in summer.
54. In the gym shower you’re the only guy with shaved balls.
55. You know the most flattering angle at which to photograph your genitals.
56. All of your vacation photos were taken inside your hotel room.
57. You have free places to stay in almost all the fifty states and several cities in Europe.
58. You’ve ended e-mails with “Bi-Bi”.
59. You can expertly identify the differences between every type of breast implants.
60. On Christmas, there are certain presents that can’t be opened in front of your family.
61. You know exactly which of your friends are allergic to latex.
62. Your vanilla friends ask why they are never invited to your parties.
63. The movie “Swingers” was a huge disappointment to you.
64. It’s an unwritten law that you can’t call any of your friends on Saturday or Sunday until at least 3 p.m. so you don’t wake them up.
65. You’ve become especially good at operating your digital camera with one hand.
66. You actually installed a lock on a bedroom closet door that holds your sex-swing and other fun stuff.
67. You’re constantly afraid that visiting relatives will turn on one of your home videos you forgot to hide.
68. You make bets about how long it will take to “convert” your vanilla friend.
69. You’re in a public place and you swear you hear someone shout your screen name.
70. Before introducing them to your visiting family, you pull your friends aside and decide …” Here’s how we know each other…”
71. You start having withdrawals if the swinger’s web site is down.
72. When someone asks where you’re staying on your trip to Cancun, you pretend that you can’t remember the name of the resort.
73. You ask a guy to teach you “That thing you do with your fingers that my wife enjoys so much.”
74. In the middle of sex with your spouse, you ask someone else to take over for a minute while you go to the restroom.
75. You are more concerned about a pimple on your privates than on your face.
76. You come back from vacation and you have a tan, but no tan lines.
77. The first thing you do checking into a hotel is to ask for a lot of extra towels.
78. All the men bring their wives to your bachelor party.
79. Making it an early night means getting home before 3 a.m.
80. You’ve handed out business cards that have nothing to do with your occupation.
81. Your sexual fantasies never last very long… Because they keep coming true!
82. You are hanging around vanilla friends and you absentmindedly squeeze their butts.
83. You erase your computer’s browser history and cache every time you leave your office.
84. You buy lap dances for your wife… And vice versa.
85. You own a double-headed dildo.
86. You’re still smiling on Monday morning about something you did on Saturday night.
87. You’re at the market, and the only things in your basket are condoms, lube and Red Bull.
88. On vacation you set aside time to take pictures that are actually acceptable to show to your family.
89. After 25 years, people still ask if you’re newlyweds.
90. You’ve had sex with more people since you’ve been married than you did when you were single.
91. Going to vanilla bars ranks right up there with a root canal.
92. The only time you go out with your vanilla friends is when you’re on your period.
93. Your husband has lipstick on his collar and he smells like another woman’s perfume and it brings a smile to your face.
94. On Monday morning you are glad to go back to work so you can get some rest.
95. You tell your friends not to call while your parents are in town.
96. You never make it to the drive-thru before they quit serving breakfast, on your way home.
97. You have an entire external hard-drive devoted to nothing but your party photos.
98. You spouse is having an orgasm, while you are busy in the other room discussing the stock market.
99. You spent twice as long on your profile than you did on your resume.
100. You laughed out loud at 25 or more of these


HP Genderbent AU
“I’m kissing high and low
Our bodies like two dominoes
Can I come and get you
When I hit you in your party clothes”
-Go Robot, Red Hot Chili Pepper

What she says: I’m fine
What she means: Selasa, 27 Mei 2008
New Years Eve
{The ski lodge is alive with excitement as the inhabitants enjoy the festivities.
Gabriella sits peacefully on a sofa reading as Miss Montez approaches.}
Miss Montez: Gabby, it’s New Years Eve. Enough reading.
Gabriella: Oh but, Mom, I’m almost done.
Miss Montez: The teen party? I’ve laid out your best clothes. Come get ready.
Gabriella: Can I have my book back?
{Miss Montez hands the book to Gabriella}
Gabriella: Thank you.
Miss Montez: Come on.
{Mrs. Bolton enters the gym to find her son and husband busy shooting hoops.
Coach Bolton: (bounces ball to Troy) Keep working left, Troy. Got a guard in the championship game we’re expectin’. You’ll torch ‘em!
Troy: By going left?
Coach Bolton: Yeah. He looks middle, you take it downtown.
Troy: OK, like this?
{goes left and nails the shot}
Coach Bolton: Whoo! That’s it man. Sweet. I wanna see that in the game.
Mrs. Bolton: Boys?
TroyOh you’ll see that in the game, don’t worry about me.
Mrs. Bolton: Did we really fly all this way to play more basketball?
{Troy and Coach Bolton look at each other for a moment}
(both) Yeah.
Mrs. Bolton: It’s the last night of vacation. The party, remember?
Coach Bolton: Right, the party. The party. New Years Eve.
Mrs. Bolton: Troy, they have a kids party downstairs in the Freestyle club.
Troy: Kid’s party?
Mrs. Bolton: Young adults. Now go, shower up.
{Troy takes the ball from his father and bounces it once}
Troy: Come on, one more.
{Mrs. Bolton sighs}
Troy: Last one.
Coach Bolton: Real quick.
{Mrs.Bolton relents}
{As before, Troy nails the shot}
Troy: There we go. That’s the way to end it.
{The party is in full swing as Troy enters and casually makes his way through the crowd. Gabriella also shly makes her way through the crowd as a partygoer tips his ridiculously large cowboy hat at her}
Partygoer: Howdy, ma'am.
{Gabriella smiles timidly as she finds a unoccupied cushion and goes back to her book}
Host: All right! How about that for a couple of snowboaders?
{The audience cheers loudly}
Host: Yeah! Who’s gonna rock the house next? Huh?
{The host steps off the stage as two spotlights move around the crowd and eventually stop on Troy and Gabriella}
Host: Ha-ha! Ho-Ho!
{Troy politely attempts to decline but the kids around him push him closer to the stage.}
Troy: I can’t sing. No, you go.
{The host walks to where Gabriella is sitting and takes her hand}
Host: And you! Yeah, come on.
{Gabriella looks scared as she is led to the stage as Troy tries in vain to escape}
Troy: Look I don’t sing. I can’t sing. No, guys…
Partygoer: Get up there!
{Troy and Gabriella reluctantly get up on the stage}
Host: Hey you know what? Someday you guys might thank me for this.
{Gives the mic to Troy}
Host: Or not.
“Start Of Something New”
{By the end of the song the crowd is cheering madly. Troy and Gabriella look into each other’s eyes as Troy raises his hand}
Troy: Troy.
Gabriella: Gabriella.
{They shake hands.}
{Troy and Gabriella walk out onto the Freestyle club balcony for a chat over some hot chocolate}
Troy: But seriously, you have an amazing voice. You’re a singer right?
Gabriella: Just church choir is all. I tried to do a solo and nearly fainted.
Troy: Really? Why is that?
Gabriella: I took one look at all the people staring at me and next thing I knew I was staring at the ceiling. End of solo career.
Troy: Well with the way you sang tonight, that’s pretty hard to believe.
Gabriella: Well that was the first time I did that. I mean, it was so cool!
Troy: I know! Completely!
Gabriella: Well you sounded like you’ve sung alot, too.
Troy: Yeah sure. My showerhead is very impressed with me.
Crowd: 9, 8, 7…6, 5, 4…3, 2, 1!
{The crowd goes wild as an impressive fireworks display begins. Troy and Gabriella look at each other in a moment of silence before Gabriella breaks the silence}
Gabriella: I guess I better go find my mom and wish her a happy new year.
Troy: Yeah, me too. I mean, not your mom. My mom… and dad. Uh… I’ll call you. I’ll call you tomorrow.
Gabriella: Yeah!
Troy: Here, put your number in.
{They take out their cell phones}
Troy: Here.
{Troy takes a picture of Gabriella}
Gabriella: You too.
{Troy takes a picture of himself with Gabriella’s phone}
Troy: There you go.
{Gabriella walks away without Troy noticing}
Troy: Just so you know, singing with you is the most fun I’ve had on this entire vacation. So um… where do you live?
{Troy discovers that Gabriella has left. He looks at the picture of her in his phone longingly}
Troy: Gabriella.
One Week Later
Albuquerque, New Mexico
“Wildcats Sing Along”
{The school is full of activity. Students are mingling and discussing their vacations. Chad and a cheerleader are having a friendly game of 1-on-1. Troy gets out of the schoolbus and is immediately greeted by his fellow teammates}
Chad: Troy! How ya doing, man?
Troy: Hey, Chad, what’s up? Hey, guys, happy new year.
Chad: Yeah. It’s a happy Wildcat new year!
Teammate: You’re the man!
Chad: In two weeks we’re going to the championships with you leading us to infinity and beyond.
(boy) What team?
(all) Wildcats!
(boy) What team?
(all) Wildcats!
{Inside East High School, Sharpay Evans and her brother Ryan strut their way through the crowded hallways}
Kid: Ooh! Whoo-hoo!
{Sharpay walks past the entire Wildcat team, making them get out of her way}
(all) Ooh!
Zeke: The ice princess returned from the North Pole.
Chad: You know, she probably spent the holidays the way she always does.
Troy: How’s that?
Chad: Shopping for mirrors.
(all) Ooh!
{The Wildcats and the cheerleaders laugh at Chad’s joke as they pass Taylor McKessie and her science posse}
Taylor: Ugh, behold the zoo animals heralding the new year. How tribal
(bell rings)
{At the same time, Gabriella, her mother, and Principal Matsui are walking along another part of the school discussing Gabriella’s first day of school}
Gabriella: Mom, my stomach…
Miss Montez: Is always nervous on first day at a new school. You’ll do great. You always do, and I made my company promise that I can’t be transferred again until you graduate.
Principal Matsui: I reviewed your impressive transcripts. I expect your light will shine very brightly here at East High.
Gabriella: I don’t wanna be the school’s freaky genius girl again.
Miss Montez: Just be Gabriella.
{Miss Montez kisses Gabriella on the forehead}
Principal Matsui: This way.
{Mrs. Montez waves goodbye to her daughter as Gabriella makes her way up a flight of stairs with Principal Matsui}

{The classroom is buzzing while Miss. Darbus sits at the front of the room, reading a script for a play possibly}
Classmates: Troy! Troy! Hey! How’s it going? How are you?
{Gabriella walks into the classroom, unaware that Troy is sitting right in front of her. On the other hand Troy is equally oblivious as he is facing the back of the classroom. Gabriella hands some papers to Miss. Darbus}
Gabriella: Miss Darbus?
Jason: (to Troy) So, do you remember the night before?
Troy: No, not at all. All I remember is like, pink jelly. I…
{Troy notices Gabriella as she passes alongside Troy. Gabriella passes Sharpay and Ryan on the way to her seat}
Gabriella: Excuse me.
(boy) Ooh!
{All of a sudden, Sharpay is in front of Troy}
Sharpay: Hi Troy.(giggles)
Troy: (not paying attention) Hi.
(bell rings)
Miss Darbus: I trust you all had splendid holidays. Check the sign-up sheets in the lobby for new activities, Mr. Bolton.

{Troy sits down in his seat after hearing his name}
Miss Darbus: Especially our winter musicale. We will have singles auditions…
Chad: (to Troy) You OK?
Troy: Yeah.
Miss Darbus: …for our supporting roles and pairs auditions for our two leads.
Chad: Pfft.
{Chad blows a raspberry. Miss Darbus is not amused}
Miss Darbus: Mr. Danforth, this is a place of learning, not a hockey arena.
{Chad puts his basketball on his lap}
Miss Darbus: There is also a final sign-up sheet for next week’s scholastic decathlon competition. Chem Club president Taylor McKessie can answer all of your questions about that.
{Troy dials Gabriella’s number on his phone. Gabriella’s phone rings with Start Of Something New as the ringtone.
Miss Darbus: Ah, the cell phone menace has returned to our crucible of learning.
{Gabriella looks in her bag for her phone. Sharpay and Ryan check their phones.
Sharpay: (to Ryan) Is it our phone?
{Miss Darbus goes around with a can to collect the phones}
Miss Darbus: Sharpay and Ryan, cell phones.
{With a look of injustice, Ryan and Sharpay both relinquish their phones}
Miss Darbus: I will see you in detention.
Sharpay: Ahh.
{Miss Darbus moves to Gabriella}
Miss Darbus: We have zero tolerance for cell phones in class, so we will get to know each other in detention. Cell phone.
{Gabriella puts her phone in the can}
Miss Darbus: And welcome to East High, Miss Montez.
{Miss Darbus now moves on to Troy}
Miss Darbus: Mr. Bolton I see your phone is involved. So we will see you in detention as well.
Chad: That’s not even a possibility Miss Darbus. Your Honor, see 'cause we have basketball practice, and Troy…
Miss Darbus: Ah, that will be 15 minutes for you too, Mr. Danforth. Count 'em.
Taylor: That could be tough for Chad, since he probably can’t count that high.
Miss Darbus: Taylor McKessie, 15 minutes.
{Taylor gasps}
Miss Darbus: Shall the carnage continue? Holidays are over, people Way over! Now any more comments, questions?
{Jason timidly raises his hand}
Miss Darbus: Jason.
Jason: So how were your holidays Miss Darbus?
{The entire class looks at Jason}
Jason: What?
(bell rings)
{The class leaves and heads for the next class. Gabriella is the last to leave. Troy waits outside the classroom for Gabriella}
Chad: Sorry, man. See you in detention.
Troy: Oh, see you later. It’s all good.
Jason: Uhh, she’s crazy.
{Gabriella finally emerges. Troy gets alongside her}
Troy: Hey!
Gabriella: I don’t…
Troy: Believe it.
Gabriella: Well me…
Troy: Either. But how?
Gabriella: Well my mom’s company transferred her here to Albuquerque.I can’t believe you live here. I looked for you at the lodge on New Years Day.
Troy: (whispering) I know, but we had to leave first thing.
Gabriella: Why are you whispering?
Troy: What? Oh, uh… well my friends know about the snowboarding. Um, I haven’t quite told them about the singing thing.
Student: (to Troy) Hey, what’s up?
Troy: Hey.
Gabriella: Too much for them to handle?
Troy: No, it was cool. But, you know, my friends, it’s uh… it’s not what I do. That was, like,a different person.
{Gabriella suddenly turns and goes down a hallway as Troy finishes his sentence}
Troy: So, uh… anyway, welcome to East High. Oh, now that you’ve met Miss Darbus, I bet you just can’t wait to sign up for that.
{Troy points at the winter musical sign-up sheet tacked on the bulletin board}
Gabriella: I won’ be signing up for anything for awhile. I just wanna get to know the school. But if you sign up, I’d consider coming to the show.
Troy: Yeah, yeah. That’s completey impossible.
{Out of nowhere, Sharpay!}
Sharpay: What’s impossible, Troy? I wouldn’t think impossible is even in your vocabulary.
{Sharpay notices Gabriella}
Sharpay: Oh, so nice of you to show our new classmate around.
{Sharpay takes out a red pen and signs her name in big letters on the sign-up sheet}
Sharpay: Oh, were you gonna sign up too? My brother and I have starred in all the school’s productions and we really welcome newcomers. There are alot of supporting roles in the show. I’m sure we could find something for you.
Gabriella: No, no, no. I was just looking at all the bulletin boards. Lots going on at this school. Wow.
{Gabriella notices Sharpay’s name on the sign-up sheet}
Gabriella: Nice penmanship.
{Gabriella walks to her next class while Sharpay glares at her}
Sharpay: So, Troy. I missed you during vacation. What’d you do?
Troy: You know, um… played basketball, snowboarding, more basketball.
Sharpay: When’s the big game?
Troy: Uh, two weeks.
Sharpay: You are so dedicated. Just like me. I hope you come watch me in the musical. Promise?
{Troy nods in agreement. As Troy turns to leave, Sharpay says…}
Sharpay: Toodles!
Troy: (in a whisper) Toodles.
{Sharpay’s smile turns to a glare as she looks in the direction that Gabriella took as she walks off}
{Troy looks conflicted for a moment. He then launches into a short conversation with Chad}
Troy: So,dude, you know that school musical thing? Is it true you get extra credit just for auditioning?
Chad: Who cares?
Troy: You know it’s always good to get extra credit… for college…
Chad: You ever think that Lebron James or Shaquille O'Neal auditioned for their school musical?
Troy: Maybe.
Chad: Troy. Look, the music in those shows isn’t hip hop, ok or rock, or anything essential to culture. It’s like show music. It’s all costumes and makeup… Oh, dude, it’s frightening.
Troy: Yeah, I know. I just thought it might be a good laugh, you know. Sharpay’s kinda cute, too
Chad: So is a mountain lion. But you don’t pet it.
Troy: (sighs) All right Wildcats! Pair up! Let’s go! Come on!
“Getcha Head In The Game”

{The class is working on their assignment and Sharpay decides to have a little chat with Gabriella}
Sharpay: So, it seemed like you knew Troy Bolton.
Gabriella: Not really. He was just showing me around.
Sharpay:(laughs) Well, Troy doesn’t usually interact with new students.
Gabriella: (glancing at the chalkboard) Uh, why not?
Sharpay: Well, it’s pretty much basketball 24/7 with him.
Gabriella: That should be 16 over pi…
Teacher: Yes, Miss Montez?
Gabriella: Oh, I’m sorry, I just… Uh… Shouldn’t the second equation read 16 over pi?
{Sharpay rolls her eyes}
Teacher: 16 over pi? Tha’s quite impossible.
{The teacher checks it on her calculator}
Teacher: I stand corrected.
{The teacher corrects the equation on the chalkboard}
Teacher: Oh… and welcome aboard.
{Sharpay seems offended}
{Troy stops at the sign-up sheet and eyes it for a few seconds before moving on as Ryan observes. As Troy moves on, Sharpay comes along as Ryan pulls her aside}
Ryan: Troy Bolton was looking at our audition list.
Sharpay: Again? You know, he was hanging around with that new girl and they were both looking at the list. There’s something freaky about her. Where did she say she was from?
{Ryan is staring at the list. Sharpay scoffs and struts off as Ryan follows. Sharpay does a search for Gabriella Montez on the internet}
Ryan: (on seeing an article about Gabriella) Wow! An Einsteinette. So why do you think she’s interested in our musical?
Sharpay: I’m not sure that she is. And we needn’t concern ourselves with amateurs. But… there is no harm in making certain that Gabriella’s welcome to school activities that are… well , appropriate for her. After all… she loves pi.
{Sharpay prints Gabriella’s article and takes it}

Darbus Style
Miss Darbus: Gold! More gold!
{Walks by Troy and Chad to inspect their work. Notices Gabriella}
Miss Darbus: Paint, paint! Let’s go!
{As Miss Darbus walks off, Taylor McKessie hurries excitedly over to Gabriella, holding the printed article about Gabriella}
Taylor: (to Gabriella) The answer is yes!
Gabriella: Huh?
Taylor: Our scholastic decathlon team has it’s first competition next week, and there is certainly a spot for you.
Gabriella: (noticing the printouts in Taylor’s hand) Where did those come from?
Taylor: Didn’t you put them in my locker?
Gabriella: Of course not.
Taylor: Oh, well, we’d love to have you on our team. We meet almost everyday after school. Please?
Gabriella: I need to catch up on the curriculum here before I think about joining any clubs.
Sharpay: Well, what a perfect way to get caught up. Meeting with the smartest kids in school. What a generous offer, Taylor.
{The conversation has not gone unnoticed…}
Miss Darbus: So many new faces in detention today. I hope you don’t make a habit of it, but the drama club could always use an extra hand. And while we are working, let us probe the mounting evils of cell phones.
{Meanwhile in the gym}
Coach Bolton: Come on guys, huddle up! We got two weeks to the big game.
{Looks around}
Coach Bolton: Where’s Troy and Chad?
{Silence from the team. Coach Bolton is not pleased}
Coach Bolton: Don’t make me ask again.
{Silence again. Coach Bolton has had it}
(all) Detention.
Coach Bolton: (sighs)
{Coach Bolton storms off to the auditorium. Meanwhile in the audtitorium, Chad has fallen asleep and Troy is tickling his nose with a paper leaf}
Miss Darbus: Perhaps the most heinous example of cell phone abuse is ringing in the theater. What temerity! The theater is a temple of art. A precious cornucopia of creative energy.
{Coach Bolton arrives and is not happy}
Coach Bolton: Where’s my team, Darbus?
{Coach Bolton notices Troy and Chad in the prop tree}
Coach Bolton: What the heck are those two doing in a tree?
Miss Darbus: It’s called crime and punishment, Bolton. Besides, proximity to the arts is cleansing for the soul.
Coach Bolton: (to Miss Darbus) Can we have a talk, please? (to Troy and Chad) And you two, in the gym, now!
{Troy and Chad get out of the tree and leave the auditorium}
Coach Bolton: If they have to paint sets for detention, they could do it tonight, not during my practice.
Miss Darbus: If these were theater performers instead of athletes, would you seek special treatment?
Coach Bolton: Darbus, we are days away from our biggest game of the year.
Miss Darbus: And we, Bolton, are in the midst of our auditions for our winter musicale as well! This school is about more than just young men in baggy shorts flinging balls for touchdowns!
Coach Bolton: Baskets! They shoot baskets.
Principal Matsui: Stop! Guys listen, you’ve been having this arguement since the day you both started teaching here. We are one school, one student body, ONE FACULTY! Can we not agree on that?
{Coach Bolton and Miss Darbus shoot each other a glare}
Principal Matsui: So, Coach, how’s the team lookin’? Troy got 'em whipped into shape?
Miss Darbus: Oh!
{Miss Darbus storms off as Principal Matsui shoots a little ball into a miniature basket}
{Back in the Gym}
Coach Bolton: West High Knights have knocked us out of the playoffs three years running, and now we are one game away from taking that championship right back from 'em! It’s time to make our stand. The team is you. You are the team. And this team does not exist unless each and every one of you is fully focused on our goal. Am I clear?
Chad: Hey, what team?!
All: Wildats!
Chad: What team?
All: Wildcats!
Chad: What team?
All: Wildcats!
Chad: Wildcats!
Taylor: We’ve never made it past the first round of the scholastic decathlon. You could be our answered prayer.
Gabriella: I’m gonna focus on my studies this semester and help my mom get the new house organized. Maybe next year.
Taylor: But…
Gabriella: What do you know about Troy Bolton?
Taylor: Troy? Hmm… I wouldn’t consider myself an expert on that particular sub-species, however, unless you speak cheerleader, as in (to the group of cheeleaders they just walked up behind) Oh, my gosh! Isn’t Troy Bolton just the hottie super-bomb?
Cheerleaders: Oh, he’s beautiful.
{The cheerleaders talk amongst themselves as Gabriella and Taylor walk on}
Taylor: Ha-ha. See what I mean?
Gabriella: I guess I don’t know how to speak cheerleader.
Taylor: Which is why we exist in an alternate universe to Troy the basketball boy.
Gabriella: Well, have you tried to get to know him?
Taylor: Watch how it works in the cafeteria tomorrow when you have lunch with us. Unless you’d rather sit with the cheerleaders and discuss the importance of firm nail beds.
Gabriella: (holds up hands) My nail beds are history.
Taylor: (puts up her hands) Sister!
{They giggle as they walk off}
{Troy and his father are in the backyard baskeball court getting in some after-school practice}
Coach Bolton: I still don’t understand this whole detention thing.
Troy: It was my fault. Sorry, Dad.
Coach Bolton: Cross court. You know Darbus will take any oppourtunity to bust my chops. That includes yours too.
Troy: Hey, Dad? Did you ever think about trying something new, but were afraid of what your friends might think?
Coach Bolton: You mean like, going left? You’re doing fine. Come on.
Troy: Well… no. I mean what if you wanna try something really new and it’s a total disaster and all your friends laugh at you.
Coach Bolton: Well then, maybe they’re not really your friends. And that was my whole point about team today. You guys gotta look out for each other, and you’re the leader.
Troy: Dad, I’m not talking…
Coach Bolton: There’s gonna be college scouts at our game next week, Troy. Know what a scholarship is worth these days?
Troy: (nods his head in defeat) A lot.
Coach Bolton: Yeah. Focus. Troy, come on.
{Troy once again nails the shot}
Coach Bolton: Whoo!
{Troy takes a breather}
{Sharpay hands Miss Darbus a small box}
Sharpay: Just something for you.
{Sharpay returns to her seat as the rest of the class files in. Troy and Gabriella are exchanging glances}
Miss Darbus: Well, I expect we all learned our homeroom manners yesterday, people, correct? If not, we have some dressing rooms that need painting.
{Troy and Gabriella giggle}
Miss Darbus: Now, a few announcements. This morning during free period will be your chance for the musicale auditions, both singles and pairs.

{Sharpay claps with childlike excitement as she beams at Miss Darbus}
Miss Darbus: I will be in the theater until noon for those of you bold enough to extend the wingspan of your creative spirit.
Chad: (to Troy) What time is she due back on the mothership?
{Troy and Chad snicker at the joke as Miss Darbus continues}
Miss Darbus: Now today, we are going to discuss the importance of Shakespeare…
{Chad walks up to Troy who has just closed his locker}
Chad: Yo! What’s up, man?
Troy: What’s up?
Chad: Hey, so, um, the whole team’s hitting the gym during free period. What do you want to have us run?
Troy: Uh, dude, you know what, I can’t make it. I gotta catch up on some homework.
Chad: What? Hello, it’s only the second day back. I’m not even behind on homework yet. And you know, I’ve been behind on homework since preschool.
{Troy forces a chuckle}
Troy: That’s hilarious. I’ll catch you later.
{Chad knows something is up}
Chad: Homework? There’s no way.
{Chads follows Troy to a classroom}
Student: Hey, how’s it going?
Troy: Just hanging.
Student: Good to see you.
Chad: What’s he doing?
Student: (Shakes Chad’s hand while giving Troy the distraction he needed to get away) How’s it going, man?
{Chad searches the room for Troy who took a different way out of the classroom and walks right past Chad who is still looking for him. Chad eventually follows Troy to a stairwell where he loses Troy completely. Troy makes his way across a outdoor area as his father spots him, but Troy manages to give Coach Bolton the slip. Troy walks though a garage and hides briefly behind a stripped chassis. Troy is seen by a mechanic}
Troy: (to mechanic) Short-cut
{Mechanic checks his watch}
Troy: I’m late for class.
{Troy walks into the auditorium through the backstage entrance wheeling a janitor’s cart with a mop sticking up}
Boy: That’s good, just leave it here.
{Troy hides as the hopefuls for the musical file in with Miss Darbus at the head of the group and Kelsi right behind her. Miss Darbus and Kelsi walk onto stage as Miss Darbus addresses the small audience}
Miss Darbus: This is where the true expression of the artist is realized. Where inner truth is revealed through the actor’s journey…(bell rings) Was that a cell phone?
{The members of the audience check themselves to see if their phone went off}
Audience Member: Is it mine?
Kelsi: No, ma'am. That was the warning bell.
Miss Darbus: Ah! Those wishing to audition must understand that time is of the essence. We have many roles to cast and final callbacks will be next week.
{Troy has made his way to the back of the auditorium and is observing the proceedings from behind the janitor’s cart as Miss Darbus continues}
Miss Darbus: First, you will sing a few bars and I will give you a sense of whether or not the theater is your calling. Better to hear it from me now than from your friends later. Our composer, Kelsi Nielson, will accompany you and be available for rehearsals prior to callbacks. Shall we?
First singer:
(off-key) It’s hard to believe that I couldn’t see
That you were always right beside me
This feeling’s like no other
I want you to know (forgets the rest of the song)
Miss Darbus: Uh-huh. Yes, thank you. Next.
(badly off-key) It’s hard to believe
That I couldn’t sneeze… see
(Sharpay and Ryan are shocked by the error)
That you were always right there next to beside me (continues)
Miss Darbus: Alan, I admire your pluck. As to your singing… That’s a wonderful tie you’re wearing. Next!
Third singer:
(off-key) It’s hard to believe that I couldn’t see
That you were(winks at Miss Darbus) always right beside me
This feeling’s like no other
I want you to (winks at Miss Darbus again) know
Miss Darbus: Uh… stop.
(high pitched) …so lonely before I finally found
What I’ve been looking… for (holding note)
Miss Darbus: Ah… Cindra. What courage to pursue a note that has not been accessed in the natural world. Bravo! Brava! Perhaps the spring musicale.
{Cindra’s smile vanishes as she looks over to Kelsi who flashes her a “better luck next time” smile. Cindra makes a squeak and walks off. The next student to audition does a ballet routine, which Miss Darbus seems to enjoy. His audtition ends when he crashes off-stage}
Disturbed Girl: (spoken) It’s hard to believe that I could not see
Disturbed Boy: Couldn’t see
Disturbed Girl: That you were always right beside me
Disturbed Boy: Beside me
Disturbed Girl: Thought I was alone
Disturbed Boy: Alone
{Sharpay looks at Ryan who appears to be deeply entranced by the strange display}
Disturbed Girl: With no one to hold
Disturbed Boy: To hold
Disturbed Girl: But you were right beside me
Disturbed Boy: Beside me
{By this point, the disturbed couple are on their knees rolling around on the floor|

Miss Darbus: Well, that was just… very disturbing. Go see a counselor. Uhh. Next!
{Gabriella comes up behind Troy and startles him}
Gabriella: Hey! So you decided to sign up for something?
Troy: Uh… No. You?
Gabriella: No. Um… why are you hiding behind a mop? Your friends don’t know you’re here, right?
Troy: Right.
{Kelsi plays the intro to the song, but the sixth singer is overcome with stagefright and just freezes}
Miss Darbus: Thank you. Next.
{The sixth singer runs off the stage in shame}
Troy: Um… Miss Darbus is a little… harsh.
Gabriella: The Wildcat superstar’s afraid?
TroyNo! No, I’m not afraid, I… I’m just… scared.
Gabriella: Me too… usually.
Miss Darbus: And for the lead roles of Arnold and Minnie we only have one couple signed up.(Troy and Gabriella both hide behind the cart) Sharpay and Ryan. I think it might be useful for you to give us a sense of why we gather in this hallowed hall.
{As they get up to go on stage, Sharpay stops Ryan so she can go first. Ryan rolls his eyes. Troy and Gabriella take seats}
Kelsi: (to Ryan) What key?
Ryan: Oh, we had our rehearsal pianist do an arrangement.
Kelsi: (in defeat) Oh.
{Sharpay snaps her fingers and the curtain close. As part of their pre-show warmup, they both whinnie like horses}
Sharpay: Go!
*What I’ve Been Looking For Reprise*
Sharpay: (to Ryan as the song ends) I told you not to do the jazz squares.
Ryan: It’s a crowd favorite. Everybody loves a good jazz square
{Sharpay shoots a look at Kelsi, who immediately puts on a fake smile and starts clapping. The rest of the small audience applauds}
Miss Darbus: Well… (Troy and Gabriella hide) Are there any last minute sign-ups?
Ryan: Don’t be discouraged. The theater club needs more than just singers. It needs fans too. Buy tickets!
Kelsi: (to Sharpay) Oh, actually, if you do the part with that particular song, I imagined it much slower…
Sharpay: If we do the part? Kelsi, my sawed-off Sondheim, I’ve been in 17 school productions. And how many times have your compositions been selected?
Kelsi: This would be the first.
Sharpay: Which tells us what?
Kelsi: That I need to write you more solos?
Sharpay: No. It tells us that you do not offer direction, suggestion, or commentary. And you should be thankful that me and Ryan are here to lift your music out of it’s current obscurity. Are we clear?
Kelsi: Yes ma'am. I mean, Sharpay.
Sharpay: (puts on a sickly sweet grin) Nice talking to you.
Miss Darbus: Any last-minute sign-ups?
Troy: (quietly, to Gabriella) We should go.
Miss Darbus: No? Good. Done.
{Gabriella does something unexpected}
Gabriella: I’d like to audition, Miss Darbus.
{Troy stands in shock over what Gabriella just did}
Miss Darbus: Timeliness means something in the world of theater, young lady. The individual auditions are long, long over and there are simply no other pairs.
Troy: (from his hiding spot) I’ll sing with her.
Miss Darbus: Troy Bolton? Where is your sports posse or whatever it’s called?
Troy: Team.
Miss Darbus: Ah.
Troy: Um, but I’m here alone. Actually I came to sing with her.
Miss Darbus: Yes, well, we take these shows very seriously here at East High. I called for the pairs audition, and you didn’t respond. Free period is now over.
Troy: (about Gabriella) She has an amazing voice.
Miss Darbus: Perhaps the next musicale.
{As Troy and Gabriella turn to look at Miss Darbus leaving, Kelsi gets up from the piano and trips, throwing her papers all over the place. Troy and Gabriella run up to the stage to help}
Troy: (to Kelsi) So, you’re a composer?
{Kelsi just stares at Troy}
Troy: You wrote the song Ryan and Sharpay just sang? And the entire show?
{Kelsi manages a weak nod}
Troy: Well, that’s really cool. I, uh, can’t wait to hear the rest of the show.
{Troy offers his hand to Kelsi. She takes it, and he helps her up. Kelsi looks terrified}
Troy: So, why are you so afraid of Ryan and Sharpay? I mean, it is your show.
Kelsi: It is?
Troy: Isn’t the composer of a show kinda like the playmaker in basketball?
Kelsi: Playmaker?
Troy: You know, the one who makes everyone else look good. I mean, without you there is no show. You’re the playmaker here Kelsi.
Kelsi: (beaming at Troy) I am?
{Troy nods in confirmation while Gabriella smiles}
Kelsi: Do you wanna hear how the duet’s supposed to sound?
{Kelsi walks over to the piano as Troy and Gabriella follow}
*What I’ve Been Looking For*
Troy: Wow. That’s nice.
Miss Darbus: (out of nowhere) Bolton, Montez - you have a callback. Kelsi, give them the duet from the second act. Work on it with them.
Kelsi: All right. If you guys wanna rehearse, I’m usually here during free period and after school, and even sometimes during biology class. You can come and rehearse anytime. Or you can come to my house for breakfast. I have a piano, we can rehearse there. After school, before school - whatever works. After basketball class…
{Kelsi says more to Gabriella who is happy to listen, while Troy is not so enthusiastic}
Troy: What?
Sharpay: Callback?! Aah! (starts fanning herself)
Ryan: “Callback for roles Arnold and Minnie next Thursday, 3:30pm. Ryan and Sharpay Evans, Gabriella Montez and Troy Bolton.”
Sharpay: Is this some kind of joke? They didn’t even audition!
Ryan: Maybe we’re being punked?
Sharpay: What?
Ryan: Maybe we’re being filmed right now. Maybe we’ll get to meet Ashton!
Sharpay: Oh, shut up, Ryan!
{The Wildcat team arrives minus Troy}
Chad: (laughing) What’s wrong?
{Chad looks at the callback sheet. Chad has a look like he’s just seen a ghost}
Chad: What?
Sharpay: Uhh!
{Chad, the WIldcats, Sharpay, and Ryan go to the cafeteria}

{Sharpay is angrily pacing back and forth}
Sharpay: How dare she sign up! I’ve already picked out the colors for my dressing room.
Ryan: And she hasn’t even asked our permission to join the drama club.
Sharpay: Someone’s gotta tell her the rules.
Ryan: Exactly. (pauses) And what are the rules?
Sharpay: (frustratedly) Ohh!
*Stick To The Status Quo*
{Gabriella slips on some spilt milk and tosses her lunch tray into the air. The lunch consisting of french fries lands right on Sharpay}
Sharpay: Aah!
Gabriella: I am so sorry.
{Gabriella tries in vain to remove the fries from Sharpay who is on the verge of hyperventilating. Taylor pull Gabriella away. At the same time Troy arrives and is stopped by Chad as he tries to see what’s going on}
Chad: (to Troy) You do not want to get into that, man. Too much drama.
Troy: Yeah.
Miss Darbus: What is going on here?
Sharpay: Look at this! That Gabriella girl just dumped her lunch on me. On purpose! It’s all part of their plan to ruin our musical. And Troy and his basketball robots are obviously behind it. Why do you think he auditioned? After all the hard work you’ve put into this show. It just doesn’t seem right.
Troy: (to Chad) What’s up?
Chad: What’s up? Oh, let’s see… Umm, you missed free-period workout yesterday to audition for some heinous musical. And now suddenly people are… confessing.
{Zeke walks by. Chad grabs him}
Chad: Yeah, and Zeke. Zeke is baking,,, creme brulee.
Troy: Ah, what’s that?
Zeke: (excitedly) Oh, it’s a creamy custard-like filling with a carmelized surface. It’s really satisfying.
Chad: Shut up, Zeke!
{Zeke turns away dejectedly and joins some skater dudes sitting in the background}
Chad: Look… do you see what’s happening here, man? Our team is coming apart because of your singing thing. Even the drama geeks and the brainiacs suddenly think that they can… talk to us.
{Chad points to the skater dudes who are chatting with Zeke}
Chad: Look, the skater dudes are mingling.
Skater dudes: Yo!
Chad: Suddenly people think that they can do other stuff. Stuff that is not their stuff. They’ve got you thinking about show tunes, when we’ve got a playoff game next week.
{Chad leaves}
{Coach Bolton sits in his office reading a paper while eating a sandwich. At the same time Miss Darbus enters and makes her way down the aisles of lockers and showers}
Boy: Whoa!
Miss Darbus: Ooh!
Boy: Head’s up!
{One of the boys throws a towel, nearly hitting Miss Darbus. Nevertheless she continues. She finally arrives at Coach Bolton’s office}
Miss Darbus: Alright Bolton. Cards on the table right now.
Coach Bolton: Huh?
Miss Darbus: You’re tweaked because I put your stars in detention and now you’re getting even.
Coach Bolton: What are you talking about, Darbus?
Miss Darbus: Your all-star son turned up at my audition. Now, I give every student an even chance, which is a long and honorable tradition in the theater. Something you wouldn’t understand. But, if he is planning sort of a practical joke in my chapel of the arts…
Coach Bolton: Troy doesn’t even sing.
Miss Darbus: Oh, well, you’re wrong about that. But I will not allow my Twinkle Town musicale to be made into farce.
Coach Bolton: (mockingly) Twinkle Town?
Miss Darbus: See? I knew it.
Coach Bolton: Hey…
Miss Darbus: I knew it!
Coach Bolton: Sounds like a winner. Good luck on Broadway!
{Miss Darbus promptly leaves the locker room in a huff}

{Gabriella and Taylor discuss the incident in the cafeteria}
Gabriella: Is Sharpay really, really mad at me? I said I was sorry.
Taylor: Look, no one has beaten out Sharpay for a musical since kindergarten.
Gabriella: I wasn’t trying to beat anyone out. We didn’t even audition, we were just singing.
Taylor: You won’t convince Sharpay of that. I’m telling you, if that girl could figure out a way to play both Romeo and Juliet her own brother would be aced out of a job.
Gabriella: I told you it just happened, but I liked it. A lot. Did you ever feel like there’s this whole other person inside of you just looking for a way to come out?
Taylor: Not really, no.
{Taylor looks at Gabriella and giggles. The bell rings announcing that lunch is over}
Taylor: Let’s go.
{Sharpay opens her locker to examine the damage to her clothes as Zeke approaches}
Zeke: Hey, Sharpay, I thought that since Troy Bolton’s gonna be in your show…
Sharpay: (holding her finger up) Troy Bolton is not in my show.
Zeke: OK, umm… well, I just thought maybe you could watch me play ball sometime or something.
Sharpay: I’d rather stick pins in my eyes.
Zeke: Wouldn’t that be awfully uncomfortable?
Sharpay: (with venom) Evaporate, tall person!
{Sharpay storms off}
Zeke: (calling after her) I bake! If that helps.
{Gabriella opens her locker allowing a note to fall. She picks up the note and reads it. A smile appears on her face as the scene changes}
{We find that it was Troy who left the note in Gabriella’s locker, and that he is waiting for her. Gabriella arrives}
Gabriella: Wow! It’s like a jungle up here.
Troy: Yeah, just like that cafeteria.
Gabriella: Where I just humiliated myself into the next century.
Troy: No! Come on.
Gabriella: So this is your private hideout?
Troy: Yeah. Thanks to the science club. Which means that my buddies don’t even know it exists.
Gabriella: You pretty much have the school wired, don’t you Troy? Seems to me like everyone on campus wants to be your friend.
Troy: Unless we lose.
Gabriella: I’m sure it’s tricky being the coach’s son.
Troy: Makes me practice a little harder, I guess. I don’t know what he’s gonna say when he finds out about the singing.
Gabriella: You worried?
Troy: My parents friends are always saying, “Your son’s the basketball guy. You must be so proud.” Sometimes I don’t wanna be the “basketball guy.” I just wanna be a guy. You know?
Gabriella: I saw the way you treated Kelsi at the audition yesterday. Do your friends know that guy?
Troy: To them, I’m the playmaker dude.
Gabriella: Then they don’t know enough about you, Troy. At my other schools I was the freaky math girl. It’s cool coming here and being anyone I wanna be. When I was singing with you I just felt like… a girl.
Troy: You even look like one, too.
{Gabriella giggles softly at Troy’s joke}
Gabriella: Do you remember in kindergarten how you’d meet a kid and know nothing about them, then ten seconds later you’re playing like you’re best friends because you didn’t have to be anything but yourself.
Troy: Yeah.
Gabriella: Singing with you felt like that.
Troy: Well, um… I never thought about singing. That’s for sure. Till you.
Gabriella: So you really wanna do the callbacks?
Troy: Hey, just call me me freaky callback boy.
Gabriella: (giggling) You’re a cool guy, Troy. But not for the reasons your friends think. And thanks for showing me your top-secret hiding place. Like kindergarten.
{Bell rings. Troy and Gabriella both sigh as Troy takes Gabriella’s hand as they get back inside}
{We see Kelsi in the music classroom sitting at the piano, writing, “Breaking Free”. Next we see Troy practicing the song in a locked room as Ryan hears Troy and tries to investigate but due to the locked door, can’t get in. Next we see Gabriella in the girl’s bathroom, practicing the same song as Sharpay approaches. Gabriella hides and narrowly avoids Sharpay. Next we see Gabriella rehearsing with Kelsi, and then Troy rehearses with Kelsi}
Coach Bolton: (blows his whistle while running a drill) Let’s go, guys! Make it sharp! To the chest, come on! Pop it! Come on, guys. Step with it! Let’s go! (gets over to Chad) Come on, move it! Let’s go! Come on guys, focus! Focus! Get your head in the game! Move it! (gets to Jason and takes the ball) You seen Troy?
Jason: (nervously) No… Coach.
Coach Bolton: (blows whistle) Again, let’s go!
{Troy is painting a set piece while Gabriella is helping to sew a costume. They both look at each other and begin moving to the beat of the song in their minds, until Miss Darbus walks over and gives them her stern look}


{Whistle blows. Practice is over}
Coach Bolton: That’s it, guys. Let’s hit the showers. (to a teammate) Good hustle. Let’s see that in the game.
{As the rest of the team is leaving, Troy shows up. Chad shoves the ball into Troy’s stomach as he passes. Coach Bolton does not look happy. There is an uncomfortable silence between the two. Neither is willing to look the other in the eye}
Troy: I, uh… think I’m gonna stay a while. Work on some free throws.
Coach Bolton: Well, since you missed practice, I think your team deserves a little effort from you today.
{Coach Bolton leaves the gym. As he does, Gabriella appears behind Troy}
Gabriella: Wow. So this is your real stage.
Troy: (chuckles at Gabriella’s wording) Yeah. I guess you could call it that. Or just a smelly gym.
{Troy hands the ball to Gabriella who shoots the ball and makes the basket, impressing Troy}
Troy: Whoa! Don’t tell me your good at hoops, too.
Gabriella: You know, I once scored 41 points on a league championship game.
Troy: No way.
Gabriella: Mm-hm. Yeah, and in the same day, I invented the space shuttle and microwave popcorn.
Troy: Oh! Microwave popcorn. Ha-ha. Funny.
{Troy shoots the ball and makes another great basket}
Gabriella: I’ve been rehearsing with Kelsi.
Troy: Me, too. And, um, by the way, I missed practice. So if I get kicked off the team it should be on your conscience.
Gabriella: (getting a bit defensive) Hey, I wasn’t the one who told you to sing…
Troy: (becoming playful) Gabriella, chill.
{Gabriella decides to take the ball from Troy}
Troy: (as Gabriella takes the ball away) Hey, that’s traveling. (door opens) No that’s really bad traveling.
Gabriella: What? What?
{Troy runs up behind Gabriella and picks her up and spins making her laugh as the door that opened closes}
Coach Bolton: Miss! I’m sorry, this is a closed practice.
Troy: (taken aback by his father) Dad, come on, practice is over.
Coach Bolton: Not till the last player leaves the gym. Team rule.
Gabriella: Oh, I’m sorry, sir.
Troy: Um, Dad, this is Gabriella Montez.
Coach Bolton: (rudely) Ah, your detention buddy.
{Gabriella’s warm smile fades as she hands the ball back to Troy}
Gabriella: I’ll see you later, Troy. Nice meeting you, Coach Bolton.
{Gabriella runs out of the gym}
Coach Bolton: (calling after her in a montone voice) You as well, Miss Montez.
{Troy and Coach Bolton wait untill Gabriella is out of earshot to continue}
Troy: Dad, detention was my fault, not hers.
Coach Bolton: You haven’t missed practice in three years. That girl shows up…
Troy: That girl is named Gabriella. And she’s very nice.
Coach Bolton: Well, helping you miss practice doesn’t make her very nice. Not in my book. Or your team’s.
Troy: (raising his voice) Dad, she’s not a problem. She’s just a girl.
Coach Bolton: (shouting) But you’re not just a guy, Troy. (softly) You’re the team leader. What you do effects not only this team, but the entire school. And without you completely focused, we’re not gonna win next week.The championship games - they don’t come along all the time. They’re something special.
Troy: Yeah, well a lot of things are special, Dad.
Coach Bolton: But you’re a playmaker… not a singer, right?
Troy: Did you ever think maybe I could be both?
{Coach Bolton has no answer. Troy drops the ball and walks away. As he leaves the gym, we see that the rest of the team has been outside the whole time, eavesdropping}
Jason: What?
Chad: Let’s go.
Chad: What spell has this elevated-IQ temptress girl cast that suddenly makes you wanna be in a musical?
Troy: Look, I just did it. Who cares?
Chad: Who cares? How about your most loyal best friend?
Miss Falsaff: Quiet in here, Mr. Danforth.
Chad: (feigning innocence) It’s him Miss Falsaff, not me.
{Miss Falsaff moves on}
Chad: (to Troy) Look, (spins his basketball on his finger) you’re a hoops dude, not a musical singer person.
Chad: hands the ball to Troy, who sighs, and tosses it right back to Chad}
Chad: Have you ever seen Michael Crawford on a cereal box?
Troy: Who’s Michael Crawford?
Chad: Exactly my point. He was the Phantom of the Opera on Broadway. Now my mom has seen that musical 27 times, and put Michael Crawford’s picture in our refrigerator. Yeah, not on it, in it. So my point is, if you play basketball, you’re gonna end up on a cereal box. If you sing in musicals, you’ll end up in my mom’s refrigerator.
Troy: Why would she put his picture in her refrigerator?
Chad: One of her crazy diet ideas. Look, I, I don’t attempt to understand the female mind, Troy.
{Miss Falsaff appears again}
Chad: It’s frightening territory. How can you expect the rest of us to be focused on a game if you’re off somewhere in leotards singing “Twinkle Town”?
Troy: No one said anything about leotards.
Chad: Not yet, my friend, but just you wait. Look, we need you Captain. Big time.
Miss Falsaff: Mr. Danforth.
Chad: I tried to tell him, Miss Falsaff. (to Troy) Really tried.
{Chad, Zeke, and Jason march into the science classroom and walk up to Taylor, as Sharpay and Ryan observe}
Sharpay: Something isn’t right.
{They move closer so as to get a better view, but they can’t hear much}
Chad: (to Taylor) Hey, look. We need to talk.
Taylor: Go.
{Sharpay and Ryan see Chad and Taylor talking}
Ryan: They must be trying to figure out a way to make sure Troy and Gabriella actually beat us out. Now, the jocks rule most of the school, but if they get Troy into the musical, then they’ve conquered the entire student body.
Sharpay: And if those science girls get Gabriella hooked up with Troy Bolton, the scholastic club goes from drool to cool. (gets a frightening image) Ryan, we need to save our show from people who don’t know the difference between a Tony Award and (loathingly) Tony Hawk.
{Sharpay and Ryan both walk away}
Taylor: (to Chad) Do you really think that’s gonna work?
Chad: It’s the only way to save Troy and Gabriella from themselves. So we on?
Taylor: Yeah.
Chad: Good. So we start tomorrow then.
Taylor: OK, the first thing.
Chad: Nice. (to Zeke and Jason) Let’s go.
{Chad comes out from behind a statue as Taylor arrives to make her delivery: a laptop with a webcam}
Chad: So, my watch is 7:45 Moutain Standard time. We synched?
Taylor: Whatever.
Chad: All right, then we’re on a go mode for lunch period, exactly 12:05.
Taylor: Yes, Chad, we’re a go. But we’re not Charlie’s Angels, OK?
{Taylor hands Chad the equipment}
Chad: I can dream, can’t I?


{The various students are heading to their classrooms. Troy is looking around the men’s locker room, searching for his teammates, but with no luck so far. He goes a bit further and finds them all gathered around a table filled with pictures and trophies}
Chad: (to Troy) “Spider” Bill Netrine, class of '72. He was the MVP in the league championship game.
Zeke: Sam Nedler, class of '02. Also known as “Sammy Slamma Jamma.” Captain, MVP of the league championship team.
Jason: The “Thunder Clap” (everybody claps) Hap Hadden, '95. Led the Wildcats to back-to-back city championships. A legend.
Chad: Yes, legends, one and all.
Troy: But do you think that any of these Wildcat legends became legends by getting involved in musical auditions just days before the league championships?
Wildcats: Get your head in the game!
Chad: No. These Wildcat legends became legends because they never took their eye off the prize.
Wildcats: Get your head in the game!
Chad: Now, who was the first sophomore ever to make starting varsity?
Wildcats: Troy!
Chad: So, who voted him our team captain this year?
Wildcats: Us!
Chad: And who is gonna get their sorry butts kicked in Friday’s championship game if Troy’s worried about an audition?
Wildcats: (not so enthusiasticly) We are.
Troy: Guys, come on. I mean, there’s 12 people on this team, not just me.
Chad: Just 12? Oh, no. I think you’re forgetting about one very important 13th member of our squad.
{Chad receives a picture from a Wildcat behind him and hands it to Troy. It’s Coach Bolton}
Troy: My dad.
Chad: Yes, Troy. Wildcat basketball champion, class of 1981. Champion, father, and now coach. It’s a winning tradition like no other.
{Troy looks at the picture as the scene changes to the science classroom as Taylor begins on Gabriella}
Taylor: From lowly Neanderthal and Cro-Magnon, to early warriors, medievel knights. All leading up to… lunkhead basketball man.
{Taylor show Gabriella a poster of a basketball player with Troy’s head, enlarged and superimposed on top of it. Gabriella smiles at the poster}
Taylor: Yes, our culture worshipped the aggressor throughout the ages and we end up with spoiled, overpaid, bonehead athletes who contribute little to civilization other than slam dunks and touchdowns.That is the inevitable world of Troy Bolton.(speaking warmly now) But the path of the mind, the path we’re on, ours is the path that has brought us these people: (presses a button and historical articles and pictures appear on her laptop) Eleanor Roosevelt, Frida Kahlo, Sandra Day O'Connor, Madame Curie, Jane Goodall, Oprah Winfrey and so many others who the world reveres.
Gabriella: Uh, but what is? You know, I’ve got Kelsi waiting for me to rehearse.
{Gabriella is about to leave when Taylor says:}
Taylor: Gabriella!
{Gabriella sits back down with a somewhat scared look}
Taylor: Troy Bolton represents one side of evolution. And our side, the side of education and accomplishment is the future of civilization!
{As Taylor says this she slaps various things with her pointing stick}
Taylor: This is the side where you belong.
{Gabriella looks nonplussed as the scene changes back to Troy and the Wildcats}
Troy: (to Wildcats) Guys, if you don’t know that I’ll put 110% of my guts into that game, then you don’t know me.
Chad: But we just thought…
Troy: I’ll tell you what I thought. I thought that you’re my friends. Win together, lose together, teammates.
{Chad and another classmate set up the laptop and the camera, oblivious to Troy}
Chad: But suddenly the girl… and the singing.
Troy: Man, I’m for the team! I’ve always been for the team. She’s just someone I met.
{Unaware to Troy he is now being viewed by everyone in the science classroom, including Gabriella}
Troy: (from laptop screen) All right the singing thing is nothing. Probably just a way to keep my nerves down. I don’t know. It means nothing to me. You’re my guys and this is our team. Gabriella is not important. I’ll forget about her, I’ll forget the audition and we’ll go out and get that championship. Everyone happy now?
{The transmission ends as Taylor starts again}
Taylor: Behold lunkhead basketball man.
{Taylor fails to notice the tear that raced down Gabriella’s cheek which is evident in what she says next}
Taylor: So, Gabriella, we’d love to have you for the scholastic decathlon.
{Again Taylor, intelligent as she is, fails to see how upset Gabriella is}
Taylor: Did you wanna grab some lunch?
{Gabriella manages a weak smile as she shakes her head at the offer}

Taylor: Well, we’ll be there if you wanna come.
{Gabriella is heartbroken. The scene shifts back to the locker room as the ecstatic Wildcats leave the locker room with Troy}
Chad: Wildcats!
Wildcats +Troy: Get your head in the game! Whoo! Let’s go!
{Gabriella is still in the classroom as she hears some commotion from the window}
Girl: Go, Wildcats!
*Wildcats Sing Along*
{The Wildcats have decided to throw a celebration as Gabriella observes from the window. She sees Troy in the middle of it all}
Crowd: Troy, Troy, Troy, Troy!
*When There Was Me And You*
{Gabriella walks over to her locker as Troy, unaware that Gabriella knows what he said, makes his way over to her}

Troy: Hey, how you doin’? (Gabriella is silent) Listen, there’s something I wanna talk to you about,
Gabriella: (turning to face Troy) And here it is: I know what it’s like to carry a load with your friends. I get it. You’ve got your boys, Troy. It’s OK. So we’re good.
Troy: Good about what? I was gonna talk to you about the final callbacks.
Gabriella: I don’t wanna do the callbacks either. Who are we trying to kid? You’ve got your team and now I’ve got mine. I’ll do the scholastic decathlon and you’ll win the championships. It’s where we belong. (She reaches into her locker and hands Troy her copy of Breaking Free) Go, Wildcats.
Troy: But I…
Gabriella: Me neither. (Gabriella walks away)
Troy: Gabriella?
{The Wildcat parade arrives at the lockers}
Crowd: Go Wildcats!
{The scene shifts to an outdoor basketball court where the Wildcats are practicing. Chad calls to Troy as he passes}
Chad: Hey, Captain!
{Chad tries to give Troy the basketball he’s carrying, but Troy refuses and runs off}
Zeke: (to Chad) What’s with Troy?
Chad: Don’t worry about it.
{Back at Troy’s house, Coach Bolton walks out onto the porch to watch Troy who is shooting some hoops. He misses again and again. In his anger he catches a missed shot and hurls the ball against the side gate. Coach Bolton walks back inside the house, helpless. Meanwhile at Gabriella’s house, Gabriella is standing on her deck in deep thought}
{Troy and Gabriella cross paths on their way to their seats. Neither says anything. Taylor notices Gabriella and makes a motion for Gabriella to come and sit. Troy tries to say something but Gabriella walks off and sits at a different table before he can get anything out. Taylor notices this. Chad sees Troy and calls to him}
Chad: Troy! Hey.
Wildcat: Hey, Troy!
{Troy sees Chad but doesn’t come. Instead he leaves the cafeteria. Gabriella steals a glance at Troy as he leaves. Chad and Taylor have seen this and both get up have a talk.}
{Troy is sitting miserably as Chad, Zeke, and Jason arrive}
Chad: (to Troy) Hey, um… We just had another team meeting.
Troy: Oh… wonderful.
Chad: We had a team meeting about how we haven’t been acting like a team. I mean us, not you. Look, about the singing thing…
Troy: Look, dude, I don’t even wanna talk about it.
Chad: We just want you to know that we’re gonna be there. OK, cheering for you.
Troy: Huh?
Zeke: Yeah, if singing is something you wanna do, we should be boosting you up, not tearing you down.
Chad: Yeah. Win or lose, we’re teammates. That’s what we’re about. Even if you turn out to be the worst singer in the world.
Jason: Which we don’t know because we haven’t actually heard you sing.
Troy: And you’re not gonna hear me sing, guys. Because Gabriella won’t even talk to me… and I don’t know why.
Chad: We do.
{Zeke reaches into his lunch bag and takes out two items which resemble sugar cookies}
Zeke: I baked these fresh today. You’ll probably want to try one before we tell you the rest.
{Scene shifts to the science classroom where Taylor confronts Gabriella}
Taylor: Gabriella, we were jerks. No, we were worse than jerks because we were mean jerks. We thought Troy and the whole singing thing was killing our chances of having you on the scholastic decathlon team.
Gabriella: I heard what he had to say. I’m on your team now. Done.
Taylor: No, not done. We knew that Chad could get Troy to say things to make you want to forget about the callbacks. We planned it, and we’re embarassed and sorry.
Gabriella: No one forced Troy to say anything. And you know what? It’s OK. We should be preparing for the decathlon now, so it’s time to move on.
Taylor: (becoming slightly frustrated by Gabriella’s stubbornness) No, it’s not OK. The decathlon is whatever, but how you feel about us, and even more, Troy - that’s what really matters.
{Gabriella simply turns and continues what she was writing on the chalkboard.
Taylor: (turning to her fellows, whispers) We tried.
{We see Troy walking along the sidewalk in front of Gabriella’s house. A dog can be heard barking in the distance. Troy walks up to the front door and knocks. Miss Montez answers the door}
Troy: Hi, Miss Montez, I’m Troy Bolton.
Miss Montez: Oh, Troy!
{Hearing Troy’s name, Gabriella comes down the stairs till she’s withing earshot of her mother and mouths “No.”}
Miss Montez: um… Gabriella is kinda busy with homework and such, so now’s not really a good time.
Troy: I made a mistake, Miss Montez, and I would really like to let Gabriella know that. Could you tell her that I came by to see her?
Miss Montez: (smiling) I will… Troy. Good night.
Troy: Good night. Thank you.
{Troy is about to go home when he gets an idea. He silently goes around to the back of Gabriella’s house and dials her number on his cell phone. Gabriella is sitting on her bed when her phone starts ringing. She picks up}
Gabriella: Hello?
Troy: (on the phone) What you heard, none of that is true. I was sick of my friends riding me about singing with you, so I said things I knew would shut them up. I didn’t mean any of it.
{Gabriella turns on her nightstand lamp}
Gabriella: (on the phone) You sounded pretty convincing to me.
Troy: (on the phone) Listen, the guy you met on vacation is way more me than the guy who said those stupid things.
Gabriella: (on the phone) Troy, the whole singing thing is making the school whack. You said so yourself. Everyone’s treating you differently because of it.
Troy: (on the phone) Maybe because I don’t wanna only be the basketball guy. They can’t handle it. That’s not my problem, it’s theirs.
Gabriella: (on the phone) What about your dad?
Troy: (on the phone) And it’s not about my dad. This is about how I feel, and I’m not letting the team down. They let me down. So I’m gonna sing. What about you?
Gabriella: (on the phone) I don’t know, Troy.
Troy: (on the phone) Well, you need to say yes. Because I brought you something.
Gabriella: (on the phone) What do you mean?
Troy: (on the phone) Turn around.
{Gabriella turns around and sure enough, Troy is standing on her balcony. They hang up their phones as Gabriella goes to the door and opens it}
Troy: (singing in acapella)
This could be the start of something new
It feels so right to be here with you
And now looking in your eyes
I feel in my heart
The start of something… (spoken) new.

(holds up Gabriella’s copy of Breaking Free) It’s a pairs audition.
{Gabriella has made her choice. She walks over to Troy with a smile and takes the music sheets. They get close to each other as… the scene changes to the next day in the gym. Troy is on fire! He moves around the court and passes the ball a few times till it gets back to him and he makes a perfect basket}
Coach Bolton: Whoo!
Troy: Yeah!
{Next we see Gabriella in the science classroom drilling her fellows}
Gabriella: Zn4, and by doing that, you end up with two… and two. Got it?
Science Girl: Yes!
{Taylor high fives the girl and couldn’t be happier. Troy has now finished basketball practice and is getting ready to leave the locker room}
Wildcat: What’s happening?
{Troy stops in front of a mirror and does a pose, then races out of the locker room. Gabriella is now showing her fellow a chemistry experiment}
Gabriella: Guys, come here. Go ahead and put five grams of this in, (points to a substance on the table) and that causes it to change from an acidic state. Causing the color to change from pink to blue. Just like those pH test strips. (checks the clock) Oh, gotta go. See you guys later!

{Gabriella takes off her goggles and apron and hangs them up as she leaves. We see Troy coming down a hallway. He stops, checks an invisible watch on his wrist, just as Gabriella comes up and takes his hand}
Troy: Whoa! (they take off in the direction that Troy came from) You’re late!
{scene shifts to the big piano in the music classroom as Troy, Gabriella, and Kelsi are rehearsing Breaking Free}
Both: …strength to believe
Gabriella: We’re soarin’
Troy: Flyin’
Both: There’s not a star in heaven that we can’t reach
{Just as they’re doing that, Sharpay and Ryan strut by}
Sharpay: (singing to herself) Bop bop bop….
Troy: (from the music classroom) If we’re tryin
Both: Yeah, we’re breakin’ free
{Sharpay gasps}
Ryan: Wow. They sound good.
{Sharpay scoffs. She goes to the window in the classroom door and watches}
Troy: Like a wave the ocean just…
Sharpay: (turning to face Ryan) We have to do something. OK, our callbacks on Thursday and the basketball game and the scholastic decathlon are on Friday. (has an idea) Too bad all these events weren’t happening on the same day… at the same time.
Ryan: Well, that wouldn’t work out because then Troy and Gabriella wouldn’t be able to make the…
{Sharpay shoots Ryan a “Keep going” kind of look}
Ryan: (realizing) I’m proud to call you my sister.
Sharpay: I know.
{Kelsi is working on some music as Miss Darbus, Sharpay, and Ryan enter. Kelsi hides herself}
Miss Darbus: I don’t want to hear about Troy Bolton and that Montez girl. So, if you’re telling me as co-presidents of the drama club that changing the callbacks would be what’s best for our theater program, then I might actually agree with you.
{Miss Darbus looks around first before walking off}
Ryan: (to Sharpay) Is that a yes?
{Sharpay winks in confirmation}
Sharpay: (singing)
Bop bop bop, up to the top
And wipe away your inhibitions
Stomp, stomp, stomp
Do the romp and strut your stuff
Bop bop bop, straight to the top…
{Kelsi sighs in defeat}
{A sign has been posted on the callback sheet reading “CALLBACK AUDITIONS RESCHEDULED TO FRIDAY BEGINNING AT 3:30 PM” Kelsi is staring at the sign as Troy, Gabriella, Chad, Taylor, and the rest of the Wildcats arrive
Chad: (to a friend) No problem at all. It was crazy. man.
{Troy notices the look on Kelsi’s face and looks at the callback sheet}
Troy: Callbacks the same time as the game?
Gabriella: And the scholastic decathlon.
Taylor: Why would they do that?
Chad: I smell a rat named Darbus.
Kelsi: I actually think it’s two rats, neither of them named Darbus.
Chad: Do you know something about this small person?
Kelsi: (to Troy) Miss Darbus might think that she’s protecting the show, but Ryan and Sharpay are pretty much only concerned with protecting themselves.
Chad: (angrily) Do you know what I’m gonna do to those two over-moosed show dogs?
Troy: Nothing. We’re not gonna do anything to them. Except to sing, maybe. All right, now this is only gonna happen if we all work together. Now who’s in? (holds out his hand)
{Gabriella puts her hand on Troy’s, then Kelsi}
Wildcat: You know I’m in.

{Chad and Taylor put their hands in the air. Every other student places their hand over Troy’s. Kelsi puts her other hand on as well}
Game Day
Scholastic Decathlon Day
Callback Day
{Chad, Troy, Jason, and Zeke enter the homeroom. Troy and Chad run around behind Gabriella and Taylor and cover their eyes while Zeke brings over a cake}
Zeke: A pi pie.
{Troy and Chad remove their hands as Gabriella and Taylor both gasp when they see the cake}
Taylor: Oh my goodness!
Gabriella: Oh my gosh!
Taylor: What? Thank you! Oh, we have something for you, too.
Gabriella: Yeah, come here, look.
{They walk over to a marker board that is filled with a large equation and a little diagram of a basketball player about to shoot the ball}
Troy: Oh… it’s an equation.
{Taylor and Gabriella giggle as they turn the board over to reveal a poster of a large “Wildcat” making a basket with the words “GO! Wildcat Hoopsters” next to it}
Troy, Chad, Zeke, Jason: Oh! (jokingly) That’s awful.
{As they stand appraising the image, Gabriella and Taylor begin bombarding the Wildcats with plush basketballs. Next Troy, Zeke, and Jason exit the classroom as Chad brings Ryan and Sharpay over. Miss Darbus arrives in time to see the presentation}
Chad: (to Sharpay) Stay right there. Watch
Troy: From our team, to yours.
{The entire Wildcat team is in a formation in the hallway. Under their windbreakers they each have a letter printed on their shirt}
Wildcats: G - O - D - R - A - M - A - C - L - U - B
Troy: Exclamation point.
Miss Darbus: Well, seems we Wildcats are in for an interesting afternoon.
{Behind Miss Darbus, some students including Gabriella and Taylor have gathered to watch the Wildcats’ little presentation}
Taylor: (as Miss Darbus turns around) Go.(Taylor, Gabriella., and the rest of the class get back to their seats.
{Sharpay seems very pleased with the Wildcats offering. Ryan on the other hand…}
Ryan: G-O-D… dra.. Go dra… Go dray…
Sharpay: Ugh!
Ryan: Drame?
{Scene shifts to a hallway as the shool bell rings. Students from every classroom along the hall fill the empty corridor, all heading to the Wildcats game.


{The gym is filled to the brim with spectators as the cheerleaders do a routine. The game is about to commence. In the locker room, Coach Bolton goes to have a word with his son}
Coach Bolton: How you feeling?
Troy: Nervous.
Coach Bolton: Yeah, me too. Wish I could suit up and play alongside you.
Troy: Hey, you had your turn.
{Things have obviously gotten better between the two}
Coach Bolton: You know what I want from you today?
Troy: The championship.
Coach Bolton: Well, that’ll come or it won’t. What I want is for you to have fun. I know all about the pressure. And probably too much of it has come from me. What I really want is to see my son having the time of his life playing the game we both love. You give me that, and I will sleep with a smile on my face no matter how the score comes out.
Troy: (happy) Thanks, Coach.. uh.. Dad.
{Coach Bolton gets up and leaves Troy to finish suiting up}
{The spectators for the scholastic decathlon take there seats}
Announcer: Welcome to the tenth annual Scholastic Decathlon. The East High Wildcats versus the West High Knights.
{The crowd applauds as the teammembers go and shake hands}
Miss Darbus: (to some ladies who are entering the auditorum) Hello! (points to an aisle) Right here, right here.
{Kelsi opens the piano and practices her song. Sharpay and Ryan are in their dressing room doing their bizarre pre-show ritual
Both: (vocal gibberish)
Sharpay: Mah, mah, mah!
Ryan: Mah, mah, mah!
Sharpay: Eeh! Eeh!
Ryan: Ow! Ow!
Sharpay: Stop! (falls in front of Ryan as he catches her. she gets up and puts her hands on his shoulders) I trust you.
Ryan: Energy.
{They continue. Miss Darbus checks the watch of her assistant. Scene shifts to the Wildcats raucously leaving the locker room and heading to the gym}
Wildcats: Whoo!
Troy: Come on, let’s do it!
Announcer: And now introducing your East High Wildcats!
{The Wildcats run onto the court causing the crowd to go wild}
Coach Bolton: Let’s go! Go!
Announcer: …for this championship game between East High and West High!
{The Wildcats throw some baskets for the spectators. Meanwhile the scholastic decathlon starts with Gabriella and her West High opponent writing an equation on their markerboards. The point of which being to see who can finish first. Scene shifts again to the auditorium where Miss Darbus is giving a speech}
Miss Darbus: Casting the leads of a show is both a challenge and a responsibility. A joy and a burden. I commend you and all other young artists to hold out for the moon, the sun, and the stars.
{Kelsi and the assistant applaud}
Miss Darbus: Shall we soar together?
{Miss Darbus holds out her hand, which Kelsi takes as the assistant takes a picture of Miss Darbus}
Miss Darbus: Sharpay and Ryan!
*Bop To The Top*
Wildcats & Coach Bolton: (having just finished the team huddle) Wildcats!
Announcer: …the coveted championship trophy!
{The Wildcats make their way onto the court and shake hands with the other team. And so the game begins!}
Announcer: East High wins the opening tip, pushing the ball up the court.
{Meanwhile, Gabriella’s markerboard is filled with the equation and she finishes first. The judge walks over to check the work gives the point to Gabriella.
{The audience goes crazy including Miss Montez}
Decathlon Announcer: East High.
Taylor: (to Gabriella) We did it!
Gabriella: (to her opponent) Great job! (shakes his hand)
{Taylor and Gabriella both check the clock as Taylor opens her laptop}
Taylor: All right, Wildcats, time for an orderly exit from the gym.
{Taylor transmits a message that knocks out the power in the gym.
Announcer: And West High pushes the ball aound the perimeter on the offensive end. Nice ball movement by West High. Driving the lane… shot is up and…
{The scoreboard and the lights start shorting out. The game buzzer sounds}
Announcer: We seem to be experiancing some technical difficulties, uh.
{The referee blows his whistle, signaling a timeout}
Announcer: We’ve got a timeout on the court here.
Referee: We have a problem. Stop the game. Stop the game.
Announcer: Referee has signaled timeout.
{Chad runs up to Troy and motions for him to get going. Troy leaves. Coach Bolton sees this}
Announcer: Everyone please remain calm.
{Taylor’s laptop is opened again. Shorting the power in the gym was the easy part. The diversion that Taylor had in mind for the decathlon is much more unpleasant. Taylor sends the signal. A few feet away is a beaker filled with a blue liquid. We can assume that the beaker is connected to a Bunsen burner because within seconds the liquid starts bubbling and judging by the reactions, it has released a most foul odor}
Gabriella: (to Taylor) Go, go, go, go.
{The spectators of the decathlon start leaving their seats}
Principal Matsui: (into a microphone) We’ll get this figured out real soon. In the meantime, per safety regulations, we need to all make an orderly exit from the gym, please.
{The Wildcats leave and head to the auditorium}

{Ryan and Sharpay finish their song. The audience applauds. They take a bow}
Sharpay: (to a member of the audience) Oh, hi! Call me.
{Ryan takes off his fedora and throws it into the audience. Miss Darbus walks onto the stage flanked by her assistant and Kelsi}
Miss Darbus: Do you see why we love the theater, people? Well done. Ah, Troy Bolton, Gabriella Montez. (silence) Troy? Gabriella?
Kelsi: (frantically) They’ll be here.
Miss Darbus: The theater, as I have often pointed out, waits for no one. I’m sorry.
{Kelsi makes a face and runs off the stage}
Miss Darbus: Well, we are done here. Congratulations to all. The cast list will be posted.
{Troy and Gabriella have arrived}
Troy: Wait! Miss Darbus, wait! We’re ready, we can sing.
Miss Darbus: I called your names, twice.
Gabriella: Miss Darbus, please! Please!
Miss Darbus: Rules are rules!
{As the small audience gets up to leave, the rest of the school pours into the auditorium}
Sharpay: (to Miss Darbus, giddy at the thought of performing in front of so many) We’ll be happy to do it again for our fellow students, Miss Darbus.
Miss Darbus: (searching for an excuse) I don’t know what’s going on here, but in any event, it’s far too late and we have not got a pianist.
Ryan: Well, that’s show biz.
Troy: We’ll sing without a piano.
Kelsi: (running up behind Troy) Oh, no, you won’t. Pianist here, Miss Darbus.
Sharpay: (threateningly) You really don’t wanna do that.
Kelsi: (unafraid) Oh, yes, I really do. Ready on stage.
{A look of shock fills Sharpay’s face as Kelsi stands up to her}
Miss Darbus: (to Sharpay) Now that’s show biz.
{Sharpay can’t believe what just happened. She runs off stage. Troy hands Gabriella a microphone. Troy nods to Kelsi who begins playing the intro to Breaking Free. However Gabriella is frozen. Troy sees this and motions for Kelsi to stop.
Gabriella: (to Troy) I can’t do it, Troy, not with all those people staring at me.
{Gabriella tries to walk away but Troy grabs her arm}
Troy: (softly) Hey, hey, look at me, look at me, right at me. Right at me. It’ll be like the first time we sang together. Remember? Like kindergarten.
{Troy once again motions for Kelsi to start playing. This time the backdrop comes down}
*Breaking Free*
{As the song ends the auditorium erupts with applause and cheering}
Taylor: Whoo!
Boy: That’s amazing!
Girl: Amazing, yeah!
{Coach Bolton, who arrived towards the end of the song smiles. Kelsi takes a bow. Troy moves in and kisses Gabriella on the cheek. As the backdrop is raised, the scene morphs into the Championship Game}
Announcer: And West High pushin’ the ball. Fast break. Looking for an open man. Oh, but it’s stolen by number 14 heading back the other way! (#14=Troy) East High has the ball! Time is running down on the clock! Looking for an open man. Fake. Swing to the outside. Ball on the perimeter. Look for a man on the inside. Nice screen. Shot’s up! And it’s good! A 12-foot jump shot as time expires for the victory! East High has won the championship! Your East High Wildcats are champions! Congratulations, East High!
Crowd: (chanting) Troy! Troy! Troy!
{Coach Bolton receives the championship trophy}
League Man: (gives Coach Bolton the trophy) Congratulations.
Coach Bolton: Thanks.
{Coach Bolton brings the trophy over to the Wildcats and hands the trophy to Troy. The rest of the Wildcats lift Troy on their shoulders}
Chad: What team?
All: Wildcats!
Chad: What team?
All: Wildcats!
Chad: What team?
All: Wildcats!
Chad: Wildcats!
All: Get your head in the game!
Wildcat: Oh, yeah, bro!
Coach Bolton: (hugs Troy) I’m proud of you, son!
Troy: Aw, thanks, Dad!
{Miss Darbus comes from behind}
Miss Darbus: Bravo!
Coach Bolton: Brava!
Miss Darbus: Ah!
Boy: Hey, hey! Troy, you’re the man!
Troy: No, you!
{Gabriella, now in a red dress, runs up to Troy and hugs him from behind}
Gabriella: (happily) Congratulations, Wildcat!
Troy: (excitedly) What about your team?
Gabriella: We won too!
{Troy moves in to kiss Gabriella, but Chad ruins it}
Chad: Yo! Team voted you the game ball, Captain!
Troy: (slightly miffed about losing his chance to kiss Gabriella) Yeah, thank you. Thanks a lot.
{Troy walks off. Taylor runs towards Chad and he takes her into his arms}
Chad: (to Taylor) So… you’re going with me to the after-party, right?
Taylor: (happily suprised) Like on a date?
Chad: Must be your lucky day.

Taylor: (goes over to Gabriella) Chad just asked me out. (they share a happy laugh)
{As soon as Taylor walks away, Sharpay comes over to Gabriella}
Sharpay: Well, congratulations. I guess I’m going to be the understudy in case you can’t make one of the shows, so… break a leg. (Gabriella doesn’t understand. Sharpay giggles) In theater that means good luck. (They too share a laugh)
{As Sharpay moves on she is confronted by none other than, Zeke}
Zeke: Hey, Sharpay. I’m sorry you didn’t get the lead, but I think that you’re really good. I admire you so much.
Sharpay: And why wouldn’t you? Now, bye-bye.
Zeke: Oh, wait. I baked you some cookies.
Sharpay: Ew.
Ryan: (taking the cookies while smiling) Nice game.
Zeke: Thanks.
Troy: (to Kelsi) Composer, here’s your game ball. You deserve it, playmaker.
Boy: Yeah!
{Kelsi doesn’t quite know what to do with the ball.}
Boy: Whoo, that’s what I’m talking about!
{Jason comes up behind Kelsi and removes her hat, letting her hair down. He guides her hands and together they shoot the ball. Score!}
*We’re All In This Together*
*End Credits*
*Wildcats Sing Along*
{After all the commotion has subsided, Zeke is the only one left in the gym. Suddenly Sharpay appears}
Sharpay: (with one of Zeke’s cookies in hand, and some of the cookie in her mouth) These cookies are genius! The best things I’ve ever tasted! (tosses the remains of the cookie behind her) Will you make some more for me, Zeke?
{Sharpay takes off after Zeke who has now started trying to get away from Sharpay. Sharpay catches him}
Zeke: (happily) I might even make you a creme brulee.
{Zeke smiles in victory}

Brooklyn Baby (Steve Rogers x Reader)

my knowledge of the forth of july is very limited given that I have literally never celebrated this in my life since I am English, so please lemme know if you see any mistooks 


Song; Brooklyn Baby by Lana Del Ray

Request; Hey! Could you write a Steve (or pre-serum Steve, your choice) × blonde f!reader based on Brooklyn Baby by Lana Del Rey? It would mean the world

Other characters featured; none


Y/N - Your name

Y/L/N - Your Last Name

Warnings; language! (lol the reference) 

Word count; 680 

Based off the lyrics;

I’m talking about my generation
Talking about that newer nation
And if you don’t like it
You can beat it
Beat it, baby
You never liked the way I said it
If you don’t get it, then forget it
So I don’t have to fucking explain it 

I’m a Brooklyn baby
I’m a Brooklyn baby

Originally posted by motivateyourselfeachandeveryday


The 1940′s was a pretty great era for Brooklyn. Although it was the time of the war and many other awful things, Steve had without a doubt created some unforgettable memories in the borough.

However, since he’d come out the ice, fought for the world on multiple occasions and was holding up a job at SHIELD that required nearly all his time, Steve had barely had time to go back to Brooklyn. He’d been a few times, but only for a mere moment before he had to return to Manhattan and deal with a threat.

It wasn’t until his birthday that he finally got a day off. A lot of the July 4th celebrations were being hosted in and around Brooklyn, and SHIELD finally let Steve have a day off to just be a normal guy. 

So, as soon as he got the news of his day off, he packed you a bag and dragged you onto the subway, heading for his hometown.

‘Steve, why don’t we just spend this holiday at the tower? Tony’s having that huge party, and you don’t wanna be spending your whole birthday wandering round with a heavy bag.’ You sighed, scooting into a seat on the subway.

‘Y/N, trust me. People in Brooklyn don’t just celebrate this holiday. They go all out, even more than Tony.’ 

You smiled to yourself at his expression. Steve always had this look whenever he spoke about something he loved; he would have it whenever he was telling someone about you, or his family, or Bucky, and of course, Brookyln.

You spent most the subway journey with Steve telling you stories of the 1940′s, and how him and Bucky always used to do crazy shit.

Once the train stopped, you both got off and Steve excitedly dragged you through the station and up the stairs, into the street.

Already, people were hanging up flags and setting up banners. It was only 4pm, and everything seemed to be nearly in full swing already.

You got to your hotel room, where everyone was murmuring about fireworks, celebrations and parties.

‘This doesn’t sound completely terrible.’ You grinned, getting your clothes for the night ready. 

‘Manhattan is more formal, over here, we just did it without caring.’ Steve smiled back. ‘Even when Bucky became a soldier and started following the rules more, he still went crazy.’

You spent the rest of the day getting ready, as the noise outside grew louder. The dim afternoon sky soon turned to a pink, ashy colour. You were just getting on your shoes, when Steve came out, fully dressed in his damn suit.

‘Have you been called on a mission?’ You asked worriedly, standing up from the bed.

‘Y/N, I’m Captain America. You think I wasn’t gonna wear my suit?’ He replied, looking at you as if it was the most genius idea in the world. 

You jokingly shook your head at him, heading towards the door. ‘Let’s see how good this really is.’

‘This is amazing!’ You yelled over the noise, following Steve through the crowds, gripping onto his hand. 

Manhattan celebrations were pretty good, but the Brooklyn ones full out tore them down and pissed on them. There were fireworks, parades and the smell of hot dogs, burgers and all things American. Things seemed so much more relaxed and unplanned, and the atmosphere was enough to instantly lift your mood. There were red, blue and silver fireworks in the clear black sky, and the cool summer air was refreshing with the crisp night smell.

‘Tony’s party can screw it.’ You grinned, staring up at the beautiful patterns above you. ‘This is so great.’

He smiled back, pulling you closer, away from a crowd of loud teenagers behind you. ‘Even after seventy years, this place is still the same. It’s the only place that truly shows where I came from. I don’t care about the science labs or the army bases, this is where it all began.’

You wrapped your arms round the back of his neck, and leaned up to kiss him.

‘Happy birthday.’

“Come on!” Your friend urged, pulling you out of bed. You groaned, making your best friend let go of your hand, so fell back onto your twin sized bed. “If you’re not up by the time I come back, I’ll hurt you.” She left the room, probably to go get her makeup from the bathroom.
You knew she wasn’t kidding, so you lifted your head from the pillow, going to your closet to get some clothes for the party at bucks place (Y/BFF/N) was dragging you to.
You picked out a strapless plain blue dress with a tan skinny belt around your waist, that you matched with some tan flats, since you weren’t into heels. You walked to the bathroom where (Y/BFF/N) was already finishing her dramatic blue smokey eye.
“Shit,” she cursed looking at the clock, “were going to be late. If we don’t get there in twenty minutes, we won’t get in!”
You decided just to take out your braids, leaving your (Y/HAIR/C) in waves. (Y/BFF/N) was putting on a purplish-pinkish lipstick that matched her dress perfectly. She had more time to get ready, so she looked way better than you did.
You decided just to put on some mascara, but since you were in a rush, you didn’t put it on properly and it came out in clumps.
“Hurry up (Y/N)!” She said, pulling your arm out of the bathroom. With a pink lip gloss in hand, you stopped at the mirror at the door and put it on as (Y/BFF/N) grabbed the keys to her car. You threw the lip gloss stick at the couch and left.
You made it to the party with five minutes to spare. Once you went in, the smell of cologne and alcohol strangled you nostrils. You and (Y/BFF/N) went straight to the bar.
“I’ll have some coke and whiskey,” you ordered.
“Double that,” (Y/BFF/N) pitched in.
After you got your drinks, you cringed at the taste, nay icing the low quality whiskey, and that they mixed it with Pepsi since it was a couple cents cheaper than actual coke.
But you drank it anyways.
Ten minutes into the party, (Y/BFF/N) was already grinding on some guy named George, while you were sitting alone at the bar stool, slightly drunk after two drinks.
“Great party ain’t it?” A mystery guy with gorgeous hair said to you.
“Yup,” you lied.
“Another drink for the lady!” mystery man called to the bar tender. “I’m Dallas Winston. Or Dally for short.”
“Pleaser,” you said simply, taking another gulp at your drink.
“Aren’t cha gonna tell me yours?”
“Nice name.” The bartender brought you your third drink, which you gulped down immediately.
“Let’s dance Dallas!” You called taking his hand, now 90% drunk.
You grinded on each other for a while until you got tired.
“Imma sit,” you slurred.
“(Y/N)!” you heard (Y/BFF/N) call.
“Hey (Y/BFF/N)! HOWDIDILDLIDO?” You screamed your made up word.
“Your drunk off your ass! Were going back to our place!”
“Ugh! I don’t wanna! I swear I’m not even that runk!” (Y/BFF/N) dragged you along, completely avoiding your pleads.
“Wait! I forgot something!” You yelled, stringing your words together.
You got loose of her grip and ran towards Dally. You planted a sloppy kiss on his lips.
“Hope I see you again,” you said before your friend dragged you away.

Hope it’s okay!

anonymous asked:

Hi! I'm going to my first ever con in April, and I'm suuuper excited, but I have no idea what it's going to be like ;~;Think you can shed some light?

Each con is unique in it’s own way, they have different events and different guests, they come in different sizes and have different focuses. So it’s difficult to tell you exactly what to expect, but I can talk about small cons vs. large cons and the conventions I have attended.

Parts of a Convention:

  • Dealer’s Room
    A area dedicated to shops and vendors selling items. Usually these items are directly related to the theme of the convention such as Doctor Who items at scifi cons, Marvel comics at a comic convention, anime DVD sets at an anime Con etc. However some vendors will bring a variety of items that they think attendees will also be interested in.

    Expect: This to be the busiest part of the convention. Many cons are three days long, starting on Friday and ending on Sunday. Friday is the best day to go if you want to get something that is rare or likely to sell out. Sunday is the best day to go if you want to get a good deal or haggle down prices. 

    Don’t: Enter the dealer’s room with a large costume. It is very likely to be damaged from crowds pushing, and it can be extremely annoying for other attendees. It’s also considered rude to take pictures in the dealer’s room, if someone asks for a photo, move off to a less crowded area. 

    Be Wary: Even though many cons try to prevent bootlegs, sometimes vendors will be selling them. Prices might also be marked up. If you are planning a purchase, note how to spot bootlegs and know your prices! 

  • Artist Alley
    Like the dealer’s room the artist alley is a series of shops, but it’s focus is on arts and sometimes crafts. You can purchase fanart posters, buttons, bookmarks and all sorts of nifty things.

  • Masquerade
    The masquerade is a costume competition. It’s one of the more popular events of the convention and allows you to see some really impressive costumes. As an audience member you might see skits and walk-ons. Skits are short in-character performances by a single costumer or a group. Walk-ons involve a costumer walking out, posing, and then walking off stage.

    As a competitor, you’re getting your costume or performance (or both) judged for a chance at an award. There is usually some form of pre-registering for the competition and at a certain time you need to wait in the greenroom so they can get you organized. Costumes that were made by you can be judged for a craftmanship prize and skits are often judged for the skit competition.

  • Dance Parties
    Some conventions have formal balls, some have j-pop dances, some have dance parties referred to as “raves” and some have dances taking place at a nearby club.

    If you’re attending in costume, it helps to have a change of clothes so you can party without getting your costume damaged or sweaty! 

  • Viewing Rooms
    These are rooms that play episodes or movies based on the convention’s theme. They also may play music videos or other videos based on the programming schedule. It’s a great place to relax and get introduced to some new stuff.

    My favorite experiences with viewing rooms is when you are watching something comedic or just plain bad. Everyone starts to talk about it, make jokes and laugh! 

  • Gaming Rooms
    It’s pretty common for cons to have a room dedicated to tabletop gaming or video gaming. Sometimes there are organized tournaments and sometimes there is freeplay. If you use a fightstick or gamecube controller, it’s best to bring your own. 
  • Group Photoshoots
    Sometimes these are run by the convention and sometimes these are run by cosplayers. These are big photoshoots where everyone from a series can join in to take photos, and any photographer can come by and take photos. For really popular series, this photoshoot can get HUGE! It’s also a great way to meet people who like the same show as you.
  • Panels
    These are usually 1 hour discussions about a particular topic. Sometimes they are run by professionals or guests and sometimes they are run by volunteer attendees. These can be on a variety of topics from cosplay, how to survive a convention, talking about a specific show or fandom or talking about a community’s culture. The types of panels at a convention are usually based on the theme of the convention. 

  • Workshops
    Like a panel but usually you learn how to do something, or you make something. Sometimes they are silly, like decorating donuts. 

  • Other
    If there are guests there are autograph tables, there are games like cosplay chess, special events like flea markets, meetups and sometimes random things. Sometimes regular attendees also do things to add to the experience, like this sign:

Small Vs. Large

Small Conventions
Small conventions are sometimes called “hangout cons” because they are great for meeting people and hanging out with convention friends. There isn’t much to do event-wise and they are often only one day. 

Small cons don’t have a lot of impressive costumes because everyone is hanging out, but it is a great way to test out a costume before a major convention. 

They usually just have a dealer’s room and maybe some panels or viewing rooms, so you need to make your own fun. Small cons are GREAT if you don’t like large crowds. 

Large Conventions
These are the cons you need to pre-register for or you risk not getting a ticket. They are almost always three days or more (some cons include a sneak-peak thursday or even wednesday night!). These cons are great for seeing and doing a bunch of different things.

There are lots of impressive costumes, especially on the Saturday. A lot of people bring a new costume for each day of the convention, and sometimes they swap halfway through the day. 

They have tons of events, panels and things to do, you might find it difficult to schedule downtime. Some large cons have events that go all night, or until the early morning – these are usually dance parties. 

Hope this helps!

Somebody Else // IL

So I heard you found somebody else // and at first I thought it was a lie

“Hey Y/N, come to the party with me tonight.” Scott said. You looked up at him from your place on the couch. He was standing in front of you in the doorway.

“What party, where, and who is going?” You asked. You always loved parties, but ever since you and Isaac had broken up you hadn’t felt like leaving your house, let alone go to a party.

“House party, at one of our friend’s houses in the city, and other friends, Liam, Stiles, and Isaac and his new girl.” Scott rattled off before he slapped a hand over his mouth. Your phone slid out of your hand and onto the floor. You felt like your heart stopped beating for a second.

“Very funny joke Scott.” You rolled your eyes. “Don’t lie like that, I almost had a heart attack.” When Scott’s facial expression turned from shock to sympathy, your heart stopped beating again. You knew now that it was true; Isaac had moved on while you were still torn up inside.

I took all my things that make sounds // the rest I can do without

“Scott listen, I just came to get my guitars.” You said. You grabbed the two guitar cases sitting by Scott’s feet. “Anything else I left can stay. I don’t need it.”

“Please come Y/N, I haven’t seen you in a long time. You won’t even have to see Isaac.” Scott pleaded with you. You let out a sigh. You did miss seeing Scott. Ever since the breakup, you had basically been avoiding all of the pack.

“Fine. But I don’t want to talk to Isaac.” You gave in to Scott’s begging and pouting.

“Pick you up at 10.” Scott said.

I don’t want your body // but I hate to think about you with somebody else

By the time you and Scott arrived, the party was in full swing. You walked around, beer in hand, talking to your friends. Everyone was complimenting you on how good you looked, politely ignoring your bloodshot and puffy eyes from crying. You had done your best to look presentable, but there was nothing you could do about your red eyes. To combat it, you made sure that everything else looked on point.

As you sat on the arm of a couch talking to Scott, you caught a glimpse of Isaac across the room. He still looked as good as ever. You wouldn’t let yourself miss him. You didn’t need him, but in the back of your mind, a little voice was reminding you that he had already found somebody else to be with. You shuttered at the thought.

Our love has gone cold // you’re intertwining your soul with somebody else

The last few weeks of your relationship had been rocky. You barely spoke to each other. You both left for work in the morning, and came home in the evening with no interactions except for the occasional small talk. Cold was the only way you could describe it. Both of you on opposite sides of the bed at night, as far apart as possible without falling off the edge.

Suddenly a girl came up to Isaac and Liam, sliding next to Isaac. He wrapped an arm around her, intertwining their fingers so their hands were connected. She let out a laugh and looked up at Isaac’s face. He winked at her before saying something to Liam. You were glad you weren’t in hearing range of their conversation.

I’m looking through you while you’re looking through your phone // and then leaving with somebody else

You turned back to your conversation with Scott, giving it your full attention. You tried to forget what you just saw as you asked about school. He replied to your question while trying to subtly locate what you were just staring at. You pretended not to notice the way his eyebrows shot up when he realized it was Isaac and his girlfriend. Scott casually asked if you wanted to relocate to the kitchen where it was quieter aka where Isaac would be out of sight.

You parked yourself on the kitchen counter with Scott leaning against it beside you. Stiles came over after a few minutes to join in the conversation. The way that you were sitting, you could just see over Stiles’s head to get a perfect view of Isaac.

His girl and Liam were now nowhere to be seen. Isaac was scrolling through his phone, the light illuminating his face. At the beginning, you loved that Isaac could lose himself in whatever he was doing. You would always have to call his name a few times before he realized you were talking to him. But now, it seemed as though Isaac didn’t have a care in the world, while you were trying to calm your beating heart and listen to Stiles try to speak Spanish.

You let out a laugh at one of the horribly mispronounced thing he said and gently corrected him. He tried it again a few times before getting it correct. You glanced over his head again and saw Isaac putting on his coat. He took his girl’s hand and started to leave. Flashes of memories came to your mind as you watched. Leaving parties hours early to go get fast food. Dancing around your room in your party clothes to obscene rap songs. Playing guitar at 2am drunk out of your mind. Lying in bed for hours talking about anything and everything.

It wasn’t that you still wanted him; you didn’t want him with somebody else. You were still heartbroken, and he found love again so quickly.

Somebody Else // LH

So I heard you found somebody else // and at first I thought it was a lie

“Hey Y/N, come to the party with me tonight.” Ashton said. You looked up at him from your place on the couch. He was standing in front of you in the doorway.

“What party, where, and who is going?” You asked. You always loved parties, but ever since you and Luke had broken up you hadn’t felt like leaving your house, let alone go to a party.

“House party, at one of our friend’s houses in the city, and other friends, Michael, Calum, and Luke and his new girl.” Ashton rattled off before he slapped a hand over his mouth. Your phone slid out of your hand and onto the floor. You felt like your heart stopped beating for a second.

“Very funny joke Ashton.” You rolled your eyes. “Don’t lie like that, I almost had a heart attack.” When Ashton’s facial expression turned from shock to sympathy, your heart stopped beating again. You knew now that it was true; Luke had moved on while you were still torn up inside.

I took all my things that make sounds // the rest I can do without

“Ashton listen, I just came to get my guitars.” You said. You grabbed the two guitar cases sitting by Ashton’s feet. “Anything else I left can stay. I don’t need it.”

“Please come Y/N, I haven’t seen you in a long time. You won’t even have to see Luke.” Ashton pleaded with you. You let out a sigh. You did miss seeing Ashton. Ever since the breakup, you had basically been avoiding all of 5SOS.

“Fine. But I don’t want to talk to Luke.” You gave in to Ashton’s begging and pouting.

“Pick you up at 10.” Ashton said.

I don’t want your body // but I hate to think about you with somebody else

By the time you and Ashton arrived, the party was in full swing. You walked around, beer in hand, talking to your friends. Everyone was complimenting you on how good you looked, politely ignoring your bloodshot and puffy eyes from crying. You had done your best to look presentable, but there was nothing you could do about your red eyes. To combat it, you made sure that everything else looked on point.

As you sat on the arm of a couch talking to Ashton, you caught a glimpse of Luke across the room. He still looked as good as ever. You wouldn’t let yourself miss him. You didn’t need him, but in the back of your mind, a little voice was reminding you that he had already found somebody else to be with. You shuttered at the thought.

Our love has gone cold // you’re intertwining your soul with somebody else

The last few weeks of your relationship had been rocky. You barely spoke to each other. You both left for work in the morning, and came home in the evening with no interactions except for the occasional small talk. Cold was the only way you could describe it. Both of you on opposite sides of the bed at night, as far apart as possible without falling off the edge.

Suddenly a girl came up to Luke and Michael, sliding next to Luke. He wrapped an arm around her, intertwining their fingers so their hands were connected. She let out a laugh and looked up at Luke’s face. He winked at her before saying something to Michael. You were glad you weren’t in hearing range of their conversation.

I’m looking through you while you’re looking through your phone // and then leaving with somebody else

You turned back to your conversation with Ashton, giving it your full attention. You tried to forget what you just saw as you asked about the upcoming album. He replied to your question while trying to subtly locate what you were just staring at. You pretended not to notice the way his eyebrows shot up when he realized it was Luke and his girlfriend. Ashton casually asked if you wanted to relocate to the kitchen where it was quieter aka where Luke would be out of sight.

You parked yourself on the kitchen counter with Ashton leaning against it beside you. Calum came over after a few minutes to join in the conversation. The way that you were sitting, you could just see over Calum’s head to get a perfect view of Luke.

His girl and Michael were now nowhere to be seen. Luke was scrolling through his phone, the light illuminating his face. At the beginning, you loved that Luke could lose himself in whatever he was doing. You would always have to call his name a few times before he realized you were talking to him. But now, it seemed as though Luke didn’t have a care in the world, while you were trying to calm your beating heart and listen to Calum try to speak Spanish.

You let out a laugh at one of the horribly mispronounced thing he said and gently corrected him. He tried it again a few times before getting it correct. You glanced over his head again and saw Luke putting on his coat. He took his girl’s hand and started to leave. Flashes of memories came to your mind as you watched. Leaving parties hours early to go get fast food. Dancing around your room in your party clothes to obscene rap songs. Playing guitar at 2am drunk out of your mind. Lying in bed for hours talking about anything and everything.

It wasn’t that you still wanted him; you didn’t want him with somebody else. You were still heartbroken, and he found love again so quickly.

Drunken Mistake

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Katie’s Note: I really like Kian’s shirt in this picture.

It was Sam’s birthday party, and all of the O2L guys were there. Kian was with Andrea and you were with Connor all in a group having a good time. You had been dating Connor for a year and half. Everything was going pretty well, and the O2L boys had accepted you into their lives. It was everything you wanted it to be. Except there was something about tonight. Connor was acting weird and seemed to be mad and distant the entire time you were with him.

“I have to go.” Connor says then scuffs off. You would follow him, but you weren’t interested in his newest fit. You knew he was ditching the party to go hang out with people he associated with as cooler people and you were over it. Kian came over to you and gave you a hug, aware of the issues that you and Connor were going through.

“Thanks Kian, now let’s get me drunk.” Kian smiles and brings you some drinks. Andrea left shortly after once she and Kian got into another one of their typical fights. Kian kept drinking with you and soon enough you were the only ones left in the living room of the O2L house and had taken care of a bottle of vodka. You were not the type of girl that would get drunk when she was feeling sad, but tonight you didn’t care.

“Kian, I just want to be adored like how you adored Andrea. Why won’t Connor adore me? I wanna be adored” You drunkenly slur.

“I would adore you.” Kian responds slurring.

“We should just be together.” You say while you get up and sit on Kian’s lap kissing him on the mouth. He kisses you back and soon he’s carrying you up to his room.

The next morning, you wake up in a hazy phase and soon realize that you are not in your boyfriend’s bed, but in his roommate’s. You look over to see Kian still knocked out. You silently pray that you will both be clothed, but look down and see that you are far from it. You get up and try to find your clothes. You see your phone and there’s a long text from Connor.

“Hey baby, I’m so sorry for how I’ve been acting lately. Let me take you to brunch today and make it up to you. I hope you got home safely.” Shit was all you could think, you then remember that you didn’t drive to the house and now you had no way to get home and you only had your clothes from the party. What to do what to do.

Miami- Oh lah lah, how I forget unreal you are. Rooftop parties, shirtless guys and hot vibes. Fuck, I missed Miami but hell did you see the beach? Fucking hot as hell, been there all morning and now here. How’ve you been? Admire me as much as you can right now, I’m here for a week doing beach shoots. IT’S MIAMI! - Get your clothes off and swimwear on, we’ve got a beach party.

You’re Invited: The Sims 4 Luxury Party Stuff is Coming Next Week!

Get Fancy

Today, we are thrilled to announce the very first stuff pack for The Sims 4! It’s called The Sims 4 Luxury Party Stuff*, and it’ll be available next week on May 19 for $9.99 USD. As our long-time players will know, past stuff packs featured new clothing and furniture themed around a specific idea. But with The Sims 4 stuff packs, we’re also adding new gameplay to the mix.

Let’s talk about Luxury Party Stuff specifically.

Luxury Party Stuff is all about high end, red carpet, party ‘til dawn bashes that require – nay, demand – all the trappings and majesty of the right crowd. The pack features stunning dresses, suits, makeup, and accessories for the Sims in your neighborhoods. You’re really able to set the scene with pulsing, glowing, beat-magnifying objects like a new bar, sculptures, and killer lighting that’ll be perfect for revising your neighborhood’s local lounges and bars.

The Sims 4 Luxury Party Stuff has two awesome new gameplay objects that are essential for throwing a fantastic party. Firstly, the banquet table, which you can fill with recipes your Sims prepare themselves, or quickly stock it with new appetizers. Nobody should party on an empty stomach. The second object is the new food/drink fountain, which you can place on top of your banquet table. Streaming from the top are all sorts of delicious things to consume, including rich, decadent chocolate (perfect for strawberries) and several other delightful delicacies. There’s even room for mischief and more, especially for Sims gifted in the Culinary and Mixology skills!

We’re excited. We hope you’re excited. The invitation goes out today and the party begins next week. Assemble your posse of style-inclined friends and join us at the luxury party.

Stay tuned for more information and get your party clothes ready!