i can hear will saying that.... i've picture on my head


Person A is a heavy reader. Person B isn’t. Person A usually reads the stories to Person B when they need to calm down, from what it is, Person A never asks. Person B often falls asleep to the stories from Person A’s mouth, and can never stay up long enough to finish the stories, so all they know is the (mostly) happy beginnings, and never the ends. 

Person A gives Person B their favourite book, one that’s been with them for a long time. The book has obvious signs of the love and importance it had on Person A’s life, but they know that it’s Person B’s favourite story. 

You see, Person B might not notice, but Person A always keep a check of how long it takes for Person B to fall asleep when they’re reading a book. Sometimes it’s within the 3rd chapter, other times it’s on the 23rd. But when Person A reads this book to Person B, they notice how Person B struggles to stay awake, and is always concentrating so hard on not giving in to the slumber. Person A once asked Person B if they wanted to start from the middle of the book this time (because god forbid they say, ‘Where we left off’ because that means they’ll know when they fell asleep and that’s a conversation for a later (or never) time) but Person B always politely declines and says with the sweetest voices, “No, I want to hear your voice as much as possible.” 

Person B shakily accepts the gift, and promises to give it back, but Person A declines and says, “No, you can have it. It’s yours. I know how much you love it, almost as much as I do. So here, read it, you fall asleep before the ending anyway.” And laughs it off, albeit awkwardly. 

A few days pass since the gift giving, and Person B has had minimal contact with Person A. Then one day, as Person A was in the quiet corner of the library, back hunched over a book and nail biting in progress, Person B comes in and sits in front of Person A. 


“I understand why this book is your favourite, and I don’t want to copy you but it’s now my favourite too.” Person B says quietly as they watch Person A’s eyes scan 20 words a second. Person A nods slightly. “So I have a gift for you too.”

Person A looks up from the book and stares at a copy of the same book, looking newer and less worn, but still holding the words that made them laugh, cry, and die in a matter of 2 pages. Person B smiles, and says, “It’s my copy, I bought it the day before you gave me yours. I only read the first part, because it’s all I knew in your voice. So I could never bring myself to read the rest.” Person B laughs awkwardly. 

“I mean, I don’t usually read books. But when you read them I suddenly picture myself there, in those pages, except it doesn’t feel like just pages, it feels real. My voice can’t do that, but yours can. So… When you gave me the book you had read to me over and over again, suddenly I could picture you, holding the book exactly the same way you are now, eyes scanning over the words so quickly that your voice fails to catch up, and the small hint of a smile in your voice and the sparkle in your eyes, and, believe me, I didn’t understand why people fell in love with reading but I think I’m in love with your reading. Whether it’s silent scanning of words, or quiet whispers of every second word, or when you voice the characters’ dialogue yourself to get the emotion right in your head because you haven’t heard the words said like that before, or when your reading it to me, I’m in love with you and your reading.” 

Person B is blushing furiously and Person A is //dyING AF BECAUSE ERMAGHWRHGDHGAHGRHGA// still waiting, listening, knowing that this isn’t the end of what Person B wants to say.

“You’re the person people in books fall in love with,” Person B says with a quiet voice.

(Note from author: Hi, this is me coming back after ‘leaving’ this account. I actually never left and I knew a lot of people started following me AFTER i said I wouldn’t be back, so thank you! Also the words in between the // are just my mind going weird and wanting to add in something really stupid haha, love ya’ll.)

anonymous asked:

Genji, Mccree, Mei with an s/o struggling with their anxiety or self doubt about themselves like they feel like a burden? I'm very sorry I've just had a rough month

Sweetheart, please don’t apologize. I understand having a rough time, whether it be with friends, family, work, school, or just yourself. I’d be happy to write for you, and if you ever want to just message and chat, I’m willing to lend an ear. I just hope maybe this cheers you up a bit


  • Like any woman, she is observant
  • So even when you think your hiding your stress and anxiety and those thoughts in your head…she can tell
  • Mei notices when your eyes burn with self loathing when you make a mistake
  • Has seen how your fingers dig into your skin till you bleed, heard you berate yourself under your breath, seen the bitter prick of tears in your eyes when you face obstacles
  • It breaks her heart every time
  • Being Mei, she isn’t sure how to help you but she takes it upon herself to try and find a solution
  • Finally, Mei decides that although she cannot take away your fears, your anxiety or those doubts that fill you, but she can try to bring a smile to your face and show you that even if you don’t believe in yourself, she does
  • One day after a rather long and grueling mission, you were feeling at one of your lowest points when you walked into your room. It took you a moment but you noticed something on the bed.
  • There was a single white lily flower, a box of your favorite chocolates, and a jar. Lifting the jar, you saw a note on the top. ‘Please take out on piece of paper every evening. Take out two on the worse days.’
  • Opening the jar, you saw it was jam packed with papers. Taking one out, you unfolded the small pink paper and you gasped softly. ‘Your smile takes my breath away!’. For a moment you stared, and then hold the paper close.
  • Reaching in, you pulled out one more. The yellow slip opened to reveal a picture of you and Mei making snow angels in the winter beneath a big pine. It read ‘You’ll always be my snow angel’.
  • Holding the two papers and staring down at them, you felt slowly all the negative emotions melt away. Tears filled your eyes, and you didn’t make a noise as a pair of arms pulled you close from behind. Turning, you buried your face into her neck and knew that in her own way, she was trying to make you feel better.
  • “Thank you.”


  • More then most, Genji can understand doubting in yourself and feeling anxious about things. When he became a cyborg, between the hate he harbored for his brother and the confusion and doubt of being a cyborg, Genji had been a mess
  • Of course, he also knew it was different for everyone. So it tore him apart seeing how you struggled with yourself
  • Especially when you seemed to devalue yourself and your hard work
  • A lot of the time he tried to give you as much praise or encouragement as he could, to show you that your effort was noticed but unfortunately, it never seemed to really hit home with you
  • One day Genji went to check on you after being called by Ana. Apparently you had a melt down during the Bombs Activation and Deactivation class. Automatically the two wanted to make sure you were okay
  • As he came up to the door, Genji stopped when he heard your voice. Peeking in, he could see you on the bed with your head in your hands, crying
  • He heard as you told yourself that you were worthless, that you would never be able to contribute to the team. That you’d only let them down.
  • Unable to bear hearing this, Genji shoved open the door. Startled, you sat up but before you could do anything, you were pulled tight against his chest. His hand brushed through your hair and you heard him take a shuddering breath
  • “Don’t say that. I beg you. y/n, i know…that you cannot see what i do. But i see a strong, selfless hero who will do anything to protect the people around them,” he said in your ear, needing you to know how he saw you, even if you didn’t see it yourself.
  • Taking off his mask, he lifted your chin and gave you a soft kiss. You couldn’t understand why, why he was so sweet to you when you felt like you weren’t good enough for him or Overwatch.
  • But before you could speak, the tears still sliding down your face, Genji caressed your cheek. “Do you know what i admire most about you? Its the fact that you try your very best at everything, no matter how impossible the task, because whats most important to you is the people you protect and defend. Mistakes might be made…but what makes a hero is that you will continue to fight and stand up for those who can’t,” Genji told you quietly.
  • Slowly, as those words rolled over and over in your head, the frustration and anger towards yourself ebbed away. Genji was always so kind to you…it was impossible not to feel the love radiating from him
  • “I just don’t want to let you down,” you whispered.
  • Genji smiled tenderly and shook his head.
  • “You could never let me down, y/n.”
  • And with that, you knew that he would always support you.


  • Jesse could always tell there was something wrong but a lot of the time, he couldn’t exactly put his thumb on what the problem was
  • A little less observant, most of the time he thought you were happy with how well you were doing
  • It was like he was your own personal cheer leader, except instead of pom-poms he had pistols
  • But a few months into your relationship he started to really notice that something was up with you, the way your face fell at moments or the way you’d stare off into the distance looking troubled, and all Jesse wanted was to make it better
  • Feeling restless one night, something kept niggling at the back of his mind. A thought, or perhaps more of a feeling
  • To stop his paranoia, Jesse got out of bed wearing nothing but his pajama bottoms and his belt, before heading to your room to check up on you. Honestly, he expected everything to be okay. But in the dark room, as he opened the door slightly, he heard quiet sobs
  • Slowly, Jesse pushed open the door and slipped in, shutting it without your notice. Seeing you curled up in the fetal position on the bed made him want to cry too, but right now his job was to soothe you
  • You jumped as the bed shifted and a warm, muscled body pressed against you. Strong arms pulled you close, and the feeling of a beard tickled your neck. That and the scent of cigars told you who it was even before he spoke.
  • “Don’t cry, darlin’,” Jesse whispered, his voice soft with worry. His Texas accent was soothing, as was the deep lilt of his voice.
  • The fact that he’d caught you in the middle of a break down embarrassed you. Without a word you tried to hide in the pillow but he was having none of it, pulling the pillow away.
  • Turning you, Jesse moved to sit against the headboard with you in his lap. “Don’t hide from me, sweetheart. Please tell me whats wrong. I might be a dumb cowboy but…but i still want to be here for you,” he murmured. It only made you cry harder but Jesse just rocked you and rocked you into his arms.
  • Silently he just rubbed your back as you let out all the tears that had been building up for such a long time. Finally, when the dams were empty, you admitted to Jesse the truth behind your feelings and how you were always worried of failure or screwing up, and how you doubted in your capabilities. Jesse didn’t speak a word, humming an old western tune softly in the darkness as he pet your hair and held you. Finally, you finished and waited for him to make fun of you.
  • It took a moment but Jesse pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Its not stupid to be afraid to screw up,” he said softly. “Its not stupid to doubt yourself. What your feeling is okay. That’s why you have me. I’ll always be there for you, baby. So please, no matter how dumb you think it might be….tell me what you feel, okay?.”
  • It felt strange, hearing Jesse say it was okay. This was the first time you’d told anyone how you felt. But as you laid there on his chest, exhaustion from the crying starting to fill you, you couldn’t help think that maybe it would be okay.
  • As long as you had Jesse there, maybe his love was all you would need to be able to push yourself in life.

anonymous asked:

Hey J, I know you'll probably be full of fix it asks but... Would you do something with Alex and Maggie being the best queer moms ever? I'm not out to my family, but just hearing what they say sometimes makes me sick. Besides, Adrian is one of the best OCs I've ever read. Thanks for being such a great person.

He’s never been drunk before.

He’s never been drunk before, but god, is he drunk now.

He’s drunk and he thinks he might be seeing double, but he can’t be sure because he can’t exactly count.

He thinks he might need to throw up, but he can’t be sure because – no. No, definitely sure.

He needs to throw up.

He makes it to the bathroom and he texts Maggie from his knees.

It’s incoherent because looking at the screen makes him throw up more.

He nearly drops his phone in the toilet when it starts to vibrate.

Maggie’s picture shows up on his caller ID, and he grins faintly and mutters her name mildly and spits into the toilet.

“Detective Sawyerrrr,” he slurs once he figures out how to put his finger on the green button thing.

“Where are you?” she asks, and he thinks he might throw up again, because she definitely knows.

“Maggie, don be mad! Don be maaad, Maggie, is Latinx night and I didn’t mean to have this muchhh – I don’t even think I had that much, just – did you know you’re not supposed to drink super fast? Or mix drinks? I think you’re not supposta do those things.”

“I was gonna teach you to drink, Rodriguez, you couldn’t tell me you wanted to before this?”

“Well you coulda told me you were gonna teach me!”

“Adrian.” He can’t tell if she’s frustrated or smiling or worried or all of the above, but he definitely here’s Alex in the background.

“Hi Alex,” he calls, trying to wave before he remembers they can’t see him.

And suddenly the phone is out of his hands, and he looks up, and a friend he met through the queer center, Mateo, is crouching over him, running a damp paper towel over his lips with one hand, holding his phone with the other.

“Maggie?” he asks, and Adrian tries to grab the phone back, but Mateo shrugs him off easily.

“Mateo? Is he okay? Where are you guys?”

“Maggie, I’m so sorry, I lost track of him for just a few minutes, I thought only one beer couldn’t hurt him, but you know how cute he is, some people must have bought him drinks – “

“Mateo, you have a boyyyyfriend, don’t let Jordan hear you call me cuteee.”

“It’s okay, Mateo, it happens. Just tell me where you are and we’ll come get him. And get him some water, okay?”

Jordan greets them both outside the club when they roll up in Maggie’s car – which she bought exactly for situations like this – and she flashes her badge when someone says they can’t double park, and she flashes her badge when the bouncer asks for ID, and when he balks, she says something to him in rapidfire Portuguese, and Alex can translate enough to know that it’s something about letting underage kids in, letting underage kids drink, and don’t think she won’t be checking back in if they don’t take this warning very, very seriously.

Jordan and Alex exchange raised eyebrows before Jordan leads them to the men’s room.

“Lady, you can’t – “

Maggie doesn’t even bother, on the warpath, just flashing her badge again, but she’s kneeling on the ground next to Adrian and Mateo in an instant, and her eyes are suddenly so, so, so soft, and Alex is so, so, so wildly in love with her.

“Hey, bud,” she greets softly, her hands running over his hair, his collared shirt, after squeezing Mateo’s arm in greeting, in gratitude.

“Maggie,” Adrian slurs, barely awake, and Maggie nods and grins.

“He throw up more since I called?” she asks Mateo, and he shakes his head as he shifts to let Maggie take over holding Adrian somewhat upright.

“Alright Ade, I know this is gonna be awful, but you’ve gotta throw up a little more now.”

“I don’t wanna – “

“I know, Ade, I know, but you gotta.”

“Are you mad at – “

But he doesn’t get the words out, because he’s suddenly rigid and retching violently into the toilet, and Maggie just holds his hand, rubs his back, nods softly, sympathetically.

“It hurts,” he whispers hoarsely, and Alex kneels behind Maggie.

“I know it does, Ade, but I promise it won’t hurt forever. Trust me, I know. When I was your age, damn, I got much worse than you are right now. I know how you feel, and you know what? I promise, it’ll feel better.”

“Alex! You came too. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I messed up your night, I messed – “

He vomits again, and Maggie kisses the back of his neck when he spits.

Alex takes the small bottle of mouthwash she’d grabbed from the apartment out of her back pocket.

“Here, Ade, swig this around your mouth. Don’t swallow it, okay?”

Adrian nods faintly as Maggie smiles at her girlfriend, opening the little bottle for him and guiding it to his lips.

He swishes and he spits and he leans his forehead on Maggie’s shoulder.

“Mateo, could you please – “ Maggie starts to ask, but he and Jordan have already come back with new glasses of water.

“Thank you,” she says, pleased with their thoughtfulness, with the concern and regret in their eyes.

“How you feel, Ade?” Jordan asks, and Adrian gives a mock grin and a weak thumbs up.

“You think you have more in you, buddy?” Maggie asks, and he shakes his head as she offers a straw to his lips.

“I know the idea of water hurts, but just a few sips. Just a few sips, okay?” Alex coaches, and she praises him when he forces some down, his face a tight grimace.

He whispers something that sounds a lot like thank you, and he remembers nothing else.

He wakes up in Maggie’s bed, jeans unbuttoned, top buttons of his shirt undone, shoes off. He wakes up with water, a banana, aspirin, coffee all next to his bed. With the curtains all drawn so the light doesn’t hurt his eyes, and with Alex and Maggie tiptoeing around in the kitchen, being as quiet as they can.

“Ey,” he tries, and even though it’s a whisper, they both spring to attention, spring to either side of the bed.

“How you feel, soldier?” Alex asks with a grin, and Adrian groans.

“I passed out?”

Maggie nods. “We only just got home a couple hours ago.”

Adrian’s brow furrows as he accepts the water Alex is giving him, accepts the help Maggie’s giving him with sitting up slow, slow, slow. “But it wasn’t that late when I called.”

“I figured you wouldn’t want us to carry you to the car, so we let you sleep it off in the stall until you could kind of walk. It’s okay if you don’t remember. Nothing bad happened. And Mateo and Jordan send their love, and their said they’re sorry they didn’t watch you closer. I’m pretty sure they blew up your phone with texts.”

Adrian blinks.

“So… so I get into a club illegally, and I drink illegally, and you just… let me sleep on you on a gross bathroom floor for hours and then take me home and take care of me?”

“What else should we have done, Ade?” Maggie asks with narrow eyes and a tilted head.

“I don’t know… yell at me? Arrest me?”

“Well, arresting you wasn’t gonna happen. That’s not what the law… But I did made it very clear to the club that if I ever catch them serving underage kids again… And yell at you? Why would I yell at you?”

“I was stupid.”

Maggie smiles, and she kisses his forehead, and she nods.

“Yep. But Adrian, you called me. Or, well, you texted me. You reached out when you were in a bit of trouble, and that’s all I can ask. I can’t ask you to never make mistakes. I can only ask you to make sure you call me – or Alex, or your parents, or all of us – when you’re in trouble so we can help you.”

“So… you’re not mad?”

Alex snorts. “Oh, she’s hopping mad. But we figure we’ll let you come down from the hangover before you get lectured, Sawyer Style.”

“Not helping, Danvers.”

Alex just winks at him, and Adrian lets out a groggy giggle, and Maggie can’t help but melt.

Because he’s home, and he’s safe, and he’s growing up, but god, he’s still their kid, and he always will be.

And she can’t ask for anything more.

anonymous asked:

I've been struggling with food quite a bit lately, so I wanted to ask if you could maybe write about Sherlock having a tough time eating and keeping it down and John helping/ comforting him? I love your ficlets by the way:)

He hears John opening the front door, and heading up the stairs, but he can’t bring himself to turn around. He stays put, head stuck out of the open window, trying to steal some clean air. (Impossible).

John’s footsteps falter. “Sherlock? You okay?”

He briefly considers lying. Then, as John’s left the door open, the smell of Mrs Hudson cooking casserole reaches him. Usually, it’s welcome, but now it turns his stomach.

He hears John move closer, can picture him taking everything in: the torn notes, the laptop with uncountable documents open, only an abandoned glass of water on the table. 

He makes a low noise in sympathy. “An…eight then?”

Sherlock shakes his head, and closes his eyes. “Nine. It’s too- can’t find a pattern and-I can’t-” Nausea spikes, and he groans.

John’s hand brushes over his hair, an oh so gentle touch. He doesn’t ask when was the last time he ate. Sherlock knows John isn’t stupid- he can draw his own conclusions from the evidence in front of him.

He feels John reaching over him, pushing the window open more. The air is blessedly cool. And John wanders off to the kitchen, pottering about, putting the kettle on to boil. Sherlock closes his eyes. 

He opens them when he hears the gentle thunk of something being set down on the table. He turns and sees the two plates of toast and two cups of tea on the table. John takes a piece, and eats, then reaches for a newspaper to read.

Sherlock can see his own toast has the thinnest layer of margarine on it- how he likes it. But, John doesn’t say anything, doesn’t insist on anything at all. 

A few moments pass. Sherlock closes the window and, embarrassed, realises that even that movement makes him a touch light-headed. Right, then.

He eats slowly, and carefully, sipping from his tea after a few bites. He can feel a little strength returning, the frenzied data in his head finally calming and rearranging into something understandable.

John walks over, and smiles. He takes Sherlock’s empty plate. “Bit better?”

Sherlock finally breathes out properly. “Much.” 

Thank you so much, and I hope you’re feeling better soon! <3

I’m taking ficlet prompts. <3

anonymous asked:

You know I hate to admit it but the reaction of Historia to the letter was something so insensitive, I mean those of the 104 cried more for Reiner herself cry for Eren and knew him 1 month ago is the most insensitive I've seen, I do not know if Ymir is dead or not but if in fact this was planned for her at least a better reaction osea that girl gave everything for the other and she only dedicates a tear as if it were a pet and only says "silly" and of course it was when falling in love From her


Historia and emotions still have some… problems.

She isn’t an empty shell, and she’s not high on parental validation, and she’s willing to act on her own will, but she is still a long ways away from the confident soldier who shouts out her determination to live for herself with a smile.

Then here’s the first sign of Ymir she’s had in months, and she’s just checking in to say, “hey, probs dead, btw here’s my tragic backstory; marriage would’ve been cool.”

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Civagua was once San Myshuno’s industrial district before all the manufacturing jobs left for cheaper locales. It might have even been a nice place before everyone on this side of town lost their way to make money. Now it was filled with blocks of abandoned warehouses and crumbling apartment buildings. No one wanted to live in “Sin Agua” as it was jokingly referred to by people who would never step foot across the railroad tracks willingly.

So it came as no surprise that the Kings’ main lab would be here. We knew they had a presence in the area, but it was of little importance because there wasn’t any money to be made from the people who were unfortunate enough to call this place their home.

We sped through the decaying streets in a van painted like the local energy company’s, the potholes the driver hit would send us crashing into each other waiting for our destination in the back. I don’t know if it was nerves or a focusing on what we would be doing, but we bore it silently.  Yulian would occasionally squeeze my hand in his, whether it was for himself or me, I appreciated it all the same.

I could hear gunfire and it pinging off of the metal walls surrounding us. The van braked hard, skidding on the crumbling asphalt that may as well have been gravel by this point. The plan was for us to drive through the fence and exit, but it didn’t seem like that would be happening. We all exchanged confused looks before Katz said “fuck it” and kicked the door open and jumped out. Everyone else followed suit.

I briefly glanced into the cab to see our driver’s glassy eyes – he’d been shot in the head.

Bullets whizzed past us and the two closest to the fence fell over, a pink mist erupting behind from the last to fall. We opened fire back, shooting at anything that moved. The group going to keep the roof clear charged ahead, and we provided suppressing fire, but still one of ours was killed.

No one ever mentions the terrible screams of the dying. The fear and pain that is readily understood without words. The way it makes your heart pound. I felt the unmistakable urge to run even though I knew logically that I was safer with my group. I clamped my jaw shut and forced myself to concentrate on shooting the people running away from us.  

We walked over the bleeding bodies toward the building. One grabbed Katz’s boot and started pleading, she looked down at the man, kicked his hand off and shot him until he lay still. Maybe she’d done it out of mercy, it’s hard to say and I don’t have time to ask. And I never will.

When we enter the building, we can see down to where people are still working on making more Ruby. They are unaware of us, of what is happening outside. The fans and machinery drowns the sound out, it is that loud. They are laughing and talking to each other. We kill them before they’re even given a chance to fight or run.

Blood runs thick from their bodies, splattered in dark, angry droplets that run down the walls, on the machines producing a different kind of death. The smell is metallic and heavy despite the ventilation.

As we get further inside, we receive no resistance. Some look resigned to their fate, others try to surrender. As if there’s such a thing in this game we’re playing. We kill them, too.

My hands shake as the adrenaline begins to leave me while I’m trying to hack the security console on the vault. It’s a simple one – ordinarily I’d be able to get into it quickly, but it takes me three tries before I’m able to crack it.

I’m not thinking as I’m swinging the door open and step inside. In the middle of all that money is Sal, pointing a gun at me. I feel as though I’m moving in slow motion as I bring my own pistol up to fire back. There is a hard shove at my side, sending my shot off as I’m thrown off balance. But I notice with some satisfaction that I still got him through the neck. He is still alive when I bring my boot down on his head. I don’t stop until there’s no face left to recognize.

The others ignore me in favor of grabbing up all the cash in the room.

I hear Yulian swear softly. I turn to ask if he’s going to help carry out the bags and see him on the floor.

The shot. The shove.

God, please, no.

anthcny-stark  asked:

Hey! What about a Stony department store AU where new guy Steve from Menswear thinks Tony from Electronics is hella cute??? (I've thought about writing this fic, but I'm too busy DX)

I feel you my guy, and I hope you like SteveTony with meddling Sam & Jan!


“If you ask me one more time how it’s possible that he’s ‘that cute,’ I will actually kill you.”

“I wasn’t going to.” Steve says, frowning at Sam.  

“Rogers, that’s the only thing you’ve said in the past half hour. I know it, you know it, Jan knows it, though she’s somehow developed the ability to completely ignore you when you’re whining.”

“Years of practice from boring gala’s,” Jan says, restacking the shoe boxes with amazing speed and efficiency, “Also, Nat told me earlier to tell you that you and Bucky are meeting us at our apartment for a double date.”

“Who’s cooking?” Sam asks, crossing his fingers.


“No offense, Jan, but thank God.”

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anonymous asked:

Hello Sasha. Your blog really stands out from the pack! Congratulations on being so aware at such a young age. I've lurked for a bit on your blog and a few others, but I've decided to share this with you. I think you'd be most receptive. I'm a Psychologist who works in Marketing and Advertising. It seems a strange match but in those fields it's important to 'get inside people's heads' in order to create successful campaigns. As a result of my work, I've had the opportunity to consult the con't

teams of actual celebrities on managing their social media footprint. Never in a million years has anything I ever worked on turned so dark so quickly. We went from talking about very standard things like what types of ‘fan service’ social media users best respond to, to talking about staging things for press. That’s not odd, but it was the things they wanted to stage. They went negative. They talked about staging cyber bullying attacks and leaking private pictures. Thankfully I worked con’t  for an ethical company, so our suggestions and plans were quite normal. But during those consults we were told of a staged event. This is what I wanted to share with you. It involved a girl group. Their team was actually intimately involved in stirring up drama. They weren’t embarrassed. They laughed about it. This is the story they shared. A plan was hatched to get two of the girls upset with each other just before a public appearance. This is the craziest part. The goal was to con’t get them to have a real fight in public, then act as ‘sources’ for the press so that they could methodically milk the press for ongoing headlines. When we asked why, they said 'going negative’ doesn’t hurt the brand these days like it used to and that we should know that. As long as they could control the type of negative, they felt it would actually make them more popular as a group. It’s true that scandal doesn’t always sink a brand especially in the show business arena. There was no con’t argument from us. It was just shocking to hear, at least for me. But the plan went like this, Team Member 1 went to Singer 1 and told her of some unpleasant things Singer 2 did and said. At the same time, Team Member 2 told Singer 2 the same about Singer 1. Mind you, this was happening as the girls were in hair and make-up preparing for an event. They wanted them to confront each other but not behind the scenes. They wanted it public. Well, they took them to the venue in separate cars hoping con’t they’d be ready for a catfight by go time. It didn’t work. One seethed quietly and texted on her phone and the other was in tears being consoled by the rest of the girls. They didn’t fight. They didn’t even speak to each other. It was a cruel trick played on them and meant to be played on the fans too, all at the hands of the people they trusted with their careers. I can’t say what girl group outright only because my job didn’t and doesn’t allow it. But I’m sure you have a couple of guesses or five. con’t I work for a different firm now doing similar work. That’s still the craziest real story I’ve ever heard. Now I spend alot of time lurking on social media because I do research that helps businesses and celebrities 'take the general public’s temperature’. Most fan blogs are pretty innocuous and some are obnoxious. But I think yours is basically on the right track. I can’t say anything definitive about One Direction from direct knowledge. I can say Simon Cowell doesn’t have a good rep. con’t And not just him, but pretty much all of the Managers of the younger celebrities are thought to be pretty sleazy. I have a branding meeting to get to in a few minutes so I’ll end it here. I’ll still be around here and there, lurking. Take care! 

Girl group Anon again. I forgot to say I personally asked why they didn’t have the girls pretend to fight and one person matter of factly responded with, “They can’t act.” That was an important bit to the story! Bye again. 

Wow, hmmm, ok, wow.  I guess we’re talking 5th Harmony here. 

I really am trying to not get too deep into any of Simon Cowell’s other artist drama. Because it seems pretty much all his artists have consistent drama and it’s ridic. And 1D is more than bad enough. But this is an interesting story. 

Ngl nonnie, I went looking at my blog stats to match up the time stamp to who was in my ask box and find where this came from. I can’t find you. I’ve had suspected astroturfers go ghost on me before. I would like to know how you did that, just as an fyi for future reference. And also if you come off anon, we can talk privately. I just have general questions.

But anyway, if true, this is an incredibly shitty thing to do. I don’t follow 5th Harmony closely at all. So I can’t gauge whether or not there was any tension between them at any point. 

Did those people say what they would’ve done if it worked and these girls argued or had a hair pulling fight in public that later was traced back to them? I guess they didn’t fear being fired, right? And what happened since they didn’t fight? Did the team members get confronted for being so messy? Also, were the stories they trotted with true or not? More questions.     

I’ve suspected for a long time that younger artists are the most susceptible to being exploited in really ugly ways. And I knew fans were gaslighted, but the artists too? Shit. That’s an angle I never considered before. That’s next level nasty and manipulative.

As always, grain of salt to everyone reading this. But thanks for sharing nonnie.  

ETA: Thanks for the blog love! 😊

I’ve been playing The Sacred Cards recently, and I think it should more appropriately be called “Battle City, now with more FIERCE MUFFIN”

Seriously, compared with the anime/manga, Yuugi is so much more present here. Atem hasn’t even shown up yet, and I’m just about to head off to the finals (as soon as I finish grinding so my deck capacity is more than enough). Which kind of makes sense in the context of the game - for whatever reason, in this version of events, Malik isn’t blaming everything on the Pharaoh, so his only target is the God cards. Yuugi and the player only become targets because they keep interfering by standing up to the Ghouls and defeating them. Which I think works pretty well to integrate the player into the plot in a smooth, non-contrived way.

The localization of the game is a little weird sometimes - it’s using the English dub names for characters, but it’s not using them in the same way they’re used in the English dub. The characters are often referred to by their surname, which is just a bit odd with the dub names. For example, Mai doesn’t call Jounouchi “Joey” as she did in the dub, she calls him “Wheeler”. It just is odd, since they went to the trouble of localizing the names, but still kept referring to them by surname.

But other than that the dialogue isn’t too awkward, although there is the occasional typo:

Some of my favorite things about the game, besides Yuugi being badass, are the Ghouls’ reactions to being defeated - they leave, saying things like “Master Malik must be informed”, and I just imagine them saying it in the brattiest “I’m telling mommmm” voice and it cracks me up.

Except for Haga, all the minor characters that you can repeatedly duel are really nice and supportive of you after you duel them. Bonz is especially adorable, actually - I mean he’s everything that you would associate with trying to be edgy and yet the impression you get of him isn’t cringy at all - it’s like just let this poor kid hang out in the graveyard like he wants to.

Also this part was so great I had to take pictures:

(Hell yeah I am)

(You…have a tracker thing, you could easily go and find him and tell him yourself. Side note that he uses this tracker thing to help you find Jou later as he specifically says he’s not helping you. Kaiba pls.)

(I love this because instead of “Tell Yuugi that I’m challenging him to a duel,” as you would expect from Kaiba, it’s “Tell Yuugi to come challenge me to a duel.” What made him decide to wait to be challenged rather than be the challenger? Are you afraid of rejection, Kaiba?

I bet he spent days rehearsing some dramatic speech, but he needs to be the one being challenged in order to use it, so it just wouldn’t work if he went and challenged Yuugi/Atem.)

(Kaiba, I can assure you that he is not just sitting around thinking “Gee, I’d really like to challenge Kaiba to a duel. Oh darn, guess I have to wait until the finals.”)

(Uh huh. When he next shows up in front of you just ask what we’re doing at the art gallery. You don’t even duel or challenge him/Atem to a duel)

(When you don’t know how to finish a conversation, default to maniacal laughter)

blxe-bxrd-v  asked:

so I'm bi, and I asked out my crush. She got super angry, and called me a bunch of slurs and it hurts really bad. I've even broke my record of being clean from self harm in 3 weeks. Can I have the band cheer me up?

(I’m so sorry, dear! She’s horrible for doing such a thing to you! You didn’t deserve that. Oh I love you so much, honey. Please come talk to me if you need ANYTHING at all! ❤️)

~ You had been avoiding pretty much everyone for the past couple of days. You stayed in your room and cried until your eyes couldn’t give anymore tears. Your heart had been broken and stomped on by someone you thought you could trust. You sighed and rolled over to look at the wall. You looked up at the pictures you had hung. You focused on the one of you and 2D at the local carnival. His face had been painted to look like a lion and you were laughing at him trying to make a scary face.
~ You giggled to yourself and sat up. There was suddenly a knock at your door. “Come in!” You said from the bed. The door opened to reveal a very concerned 2D. “No one’s seen ya in a couple o’ days. Is everyfing alrigh’?” You sighed and looked at your hands. “I’ve just had a rough week…” 2D come over to sit next to you. “Wha’ happened?” You explained to 2D that you had finally worked up the courage to ask out your crush and how she completely crushed you and called you names. Tears threatened to fall again. You sniffled a bit and wrapped your arms around yourself. “Dat was bullshit! She had no righ’ ta do dat ta ya! Wha’ da fuck is her problem?!” You took a minute to think of a reply. You just shrugged. 2D shocked you by pulling you into a tight hug and kissing your cheek. “She was a fuckin’ liar. Ya aren’ any o’ dose things. Ya so much mor’. Don’ let her get ta ya.” You smiled at 2D and hugged him back. “Thanks. I really needed to hear something like that.” He giggled and rested his head on your shoulder. “No problem.”

~ Murdoc would’ve been suspicious of your behavior before confronting you about it. He would notice how you’re acting more depressed and haven’t had much of an appetite. He would invite you to go out but when you said no he would get even more suspicious about what had happened. Murdoc wouldn’t ask you directly about why you’re so sad. He finally spoke up when he cut you crying in your bedroom.
~ “Love, what’s the matter?” You wiped your tears away and looked up at Murdoc. You hadn’t noticed him walk in. You stood up and smiled, “Oh it’s nothing to worry about.” Murdoc gave you a stern look and crossed his arms, “I smell bullshit.” He glared at you and you avoided eye contact. He sighed and walked over to you. Murdoc say you down on your bed and held your hands. “What’s got you so upset?” You still hadn’t looked at him. You looked around the room trying to avoid the situation. Murdoc gently touched your cheek. “You can talk to me.” You sighed and let your head fall onto his shoulder. “It’s a long story, but the short version is I put my heart on the line and it got crushed and ran over. To make things worse, she called me a bunch of vulgar names and made me feel like dog shit.” You felt him tense up. You looked up and saw that he had a very dangerous look in his eye. “Murdoc, don’t worry about this. Please.” He growled and then sighed. “You should never be treated like that. No one deserves to be treated like that. She shouldn’t of called you all those nasty things. I don’t know what’s eating her but she had no right to take it out on you. You were brave enough to tell her how you felt and she was a coward and smashed your heart into a million pieces. You’re too good for her. You need to forget about her and move on to someone else. I know it hurts, but it’ll all be better once you forget about her.” He gave you a soft smile and you hugged him. “I don’t know how I’d survive without you.” You said. Murdoc chuckled and hugged you back.

~ It’s hard to hide anything from Noodle. So when you started acting a bit more depressed she definitely noticed. Noodle didn’t say anything directly to your face because she didn’t want to trigger anything. She was careful to watch you over a course of a few days. She made sure you were eating and drinking. Noodle even invited you to watch a couple movies with her, but when you declined she decided to talk to you. When Noodle found you, you were in the kitchen staring into your mug of coffee. You didn’t notice her at first so you didn’t look up. Noodle stepped in front of you and took the mug from your hands.
~ “What’s going on with you? You haven’t been yourself. And don’t try to say it’s nothing you know better than that.” Noodle voice was gentle but stern. You bit your lip and crossed your arms. “I’m sorry. I know I haven’t been acting like myself but I didn’t want to talk about it because I felt like I would just be a burden. I know you’re my friend it’s just hard to get over that feeling.” Noodle hugged you and pulled you over to the dining table. “Tell me what’s been bothering you.” You sighed and messed with your hands. “So there was this girl, and I had such strong feelings for her. I even thought I was in love with her at one point. It took me weeks to try and get the courage to ask her out. I kept getting scared and failed multiple times. When I was finally able to get it out I was so proud of myself, but she didn’t feel the same way. In fact, she seems so disgusted with me that she called me all these vulgar names and just kept cursing at me. It was horrific. I’m still kind of in shock that she would do something like that. I never thought she would do anything like that. I mean I don’t know if it was just me as a person or my sexual orientation or what. It’s just been eating me up these past few days.” Noodle looked shocked. “I can’t believe she would do that to you! You’re so sweet! How could anyone be so cruel? Even if you don’t feel the same way, you shouldn’t be an asshole about it!” She grabbed your hands and squeezed them. “You’re so much more than what all she said. You’re an angel. You’re such a kind person. You didn’t deserve any of that. That was so not fair to you. You were so brave to do that and she was such a bitch for doing that to you.” You nodded and smiled a bit. “Yeah, I’m trying not to think about it too much.” Noodle giggled and said, “You know what? We’re going out tonight! No exceptions! We’re going to get some food, dance, drink, meet some hotties!” You laughed and said, “Oh what the hell? Let’s do it!”

~ Russel hated seeing you sad. He was very protective of you. So as soon as he noticed you being sad, he whipped up some of your favorite foods. When he tried to serve it to you and you turned it away, he set the food down and try to talk to you. “You’re not hungry?” You shook your head. “I’m sorry I just don’t have much of an appetite right now…” You turned away from Russel and tried to get up but he pulled you back down.
~ “Talk to me, sweetheart.” You looked at him for a minute before speaking. “I just went through a pretty rough heartbreak. I mean I don’t know what I was expecting but I wasn’t expecting them to basically bully me and come after me.” Russel sighed and rubbed your arm. “You know, you’re still young. There’s a lot of idiots that are your age. No I don’t mean to sound like an old geezer, but a lot of people your age are very immature when it comes to this kind of thing. Yeah it sucked ass, but you can’t let it get to you. You’re so much better than that, you’re so strong. You’re too amazing to sit around and be sad about some immature bitch.” You giggled and smiled at Russel. “Thanks, Russ. That was sweet.” He smiled back at you and hugged you, “Anytime.”

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Taehyung x Yoongi

Making friends is easy for Taehyung, he’s never shy about talking to people and he’s always friendly and outgoing in a way that makes everyone around him comfortable. So yes, making friends is easy but he knows that not everyone can be won over with a smile, some people need to know others before they let them in. Yoongi is one of these people.


Taehyung calls out from his place on the ground. It’s a lazy day with no schedules except for a small recording they had that morning and he’s making the most of it by watching movies in the living room, where Yoongi also happens to be. 

“Do you think we would have become friends if we weren’t in Bangtan?”

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anonymous asked:

Can you do something where the boys get all ready and prepare for 4/20 but the day before they back out and rethink it all and figure out they still fucking hate everyone but they love the other one so much they can't go without each other so they live for each other. It's cheesy but overall I've never seen anyone write it.

ok so i didn’t mean to write a whole thing about this prompt but i was on a roll sooo i hope this is somewhat what u were thinking !!!

my eyes are shining bright

pairing: eric/dylan

word count: 3,123

warnings: none

summary: he doesn’t mean to say it, but it slips out anyway. “so this is really happening, then, huh?” 

or, the better version of 4/20 for anonymous :-)

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Title: Heartless pt. 2

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Jumin Han x MC/Reader/You

have fun reading, everyone!! this is an AU request! i’m back from my holidays!! expect more HCs ( since this is the main purpose of this blog lol ) and a few updates from here to there~

this prompt is entirely based on jumin’s route but instead, an AU of that route. he and mc, as requested, met on very odd circumstances.

Part 1

❝ This is gonna hurt but I blame myself first, 
cause I ignored the truth
Drunk off that love, it fucked my head up, there's no forgetting you
You've awoken me, but you're choking me, I was so obsessed
Gave you all of me, and now honestly, I've got nothing left

You silently mourned the entire ordeal of your life as you slowly stepped upon the familiar lands in which, once upon a time, you had inhabited. Removing the sunglasses on your face, you gently stepped down the air stair attached on the mount of the plane you rode. With your duffel bag on your shoulder and a clear view of what you needed to do in your brief return, for the first time in years, you inhaled once again the air of the country you once called home.

Everything was too sudden – what happened with your family business, the stress your father caught and him falling terribly ill. The doctors contacted you and told you that he needed enough rest days before his heart transplant. Your eyes widened upon this news – you didn’t know what you’re gonna do. You knew your father was too old to have an operation but you wanted him to get better. He’s a strong man – he can withstand it.

On his sick bed, you held the hands of the man who fearlessly raised you as who you are now and promised him, despite him sleeping and not hearing anything you’re going to say, that you’re going to take care of everything from now on. Enough running from the past that still haunts you to this day.
You’re not going to run away anymore.

A black BMW was waiting for you on the reception area of the airport with a driver holding out a sign that says, “Welcome Home, MC.” You immediately noticed the crest just above the BMW sign and the logo printed on the driver’s side. It’s your company logo and your family crest.

The driver escorted you and drove you until the reception area of your hotel in the middle of a busy city district. How many years has it been since you last gazed upon the sight of fast moving cars and blinding city lights? You tightened your grip on the small gadget you held on your hand as you let out a sigh that you seemed to be holding back since you came back.

“2 years, huh?” You whispered under your breath as you stepped out of the vehicle and gazed upon the tall, 4-storey architectural lobby when you entered the reception area of your Hotel. The bell men helped your driver carry 3 of your luggage as you went straight ahead to the Front Office. The faces looked new.

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I was lucky enough to go see @hamiltonthemusical at the end of December. I don’t normally recommend selling body parts for cash in order to see a Broadway show, but in this case, hey……..you technically only need one kidney to survive. Seeing this show live is indescribable; it truly is a religious experience. 

I, like most people at this point, have listened to the OBCR on repeat for months. I tend to be a very visual person and went into the show having mentally pictured how things would play out before my eyes as much as I could. I wanted to write down the specifics of what stood out to me, of what my mind now recalls when listening despite having well-left the theatre, little details included. Mostly so that I don’t forget, but also in case anyone else was interested as well. (Apologies for the length & gifs taken from all over; none are mine, I’m merely using to demonstrate what I’m talking about.)

1. “Alexander Hamilton”

     The show starts and you can immediately see the brilliance of the set.

     Look at that: that’s it; that’s your scenery for the whole show. No set changes, just the addition of props like tables or chairs or candles. And it works beautifully. The staircases allow for movement and the balcony allows for split-level action. The framework has intricacies and alcoves all over that the ensemble can easily slide into/against, letting them sing harmonies from the sidelines while not being a part of the action until needed. Plus, the “viewers of history” can literally look down upon it as it plays out. Also, the brick and woodwork really lend to the period visual. It is unbelievably effective in its seeming simplicity.

2. “Aaron Burr, Sir”

      The guys literally carry the table in. Like, Laurens starts shouting, “Showtime! Showtime!” AS they’re carrying it in; it’s cute. 

     Oak’s the one drumming the beat on the table when the trio starts their self-intros. And Lafayette stands up from the table to do his and it’s fucking ADORABLE.

3. “My Shot”

      Lin being Lin; Lin just doing what Lin was BORN to do: cause your soul to soar and take your breath away.

      When Alex starts his, “oh, am I talking to loud?” bit, everything stops, the color of the light on him changes, as if a frozen aside, but really just a reflection of the last smidge of reserved doubt he exhibits; everything resumes as soon as Laurens’ “let’s get this guy in front of a crowd!

     And the dancing! As if the beat wasn’t infectious enough, the dancing somehow makes it more so.

     The entire ensemble singing the last few verses together is just so powerful that the energy sweeps the room. Especially when Alex steps off his (actual soap) box and takes a few steps forward with the rest of the ensemble to the beat.

     Lin…I don’t have words to describe Lin so I’m not even going to try. He’s just chock-full of such infectious energy and raw brilliance that’s it’s BLINDING to witness.

4. “The Story Of Tonight”

     I’m gonna be the merciless asshole to point out that Laurens is the very 1st to “raise a glass to freedom”…and the only one to give his life for it of the four. HAHAHA, BYE, GUYS; IT’S BEEN REAL.

5. “The Schuyler Sisters”

     Burr sidles into Eliza with his “I’m a trust fund, baby,” absolutely violating her space as he hits on her. She doesn’t back down when she fires back at him, instead stepping right into his space and shoving against his chest.

6. “Farmer Refuted”

    I love, love, love Lafayette during this. Mulligan wraps an arm around Alex’s shoulder, “tear this dude apart;” Lafayette says nothing, just silently pushes Alex forward a bit towards Seabury to spur him on. Burr then stops him, “let him be,” and Alex listens. So Lafayette, still seemingly innocent and quiet as a mouse, comes up behind Alex against and just gently pushes him forward by, like, the small of his back. SUCH AN INSTIGATOR.  (God, I love Lafayette.)

    Seabury is giving his speech off a paper from atop a box. With, “if you repeat yourself again,” Alex has stepped ONTO the box with him and is behind his shoulder saying this IN HIS EAR.

7. “You’ll Be Back”

    Yes, that walk is everything they say it is. You know WHY it’s so funny? It’s not intrinsically in the walk itself; it’s because the walk is so damn slow. The King enters from the back wall of the stage and walks all the way across it to the front. His pace never hastens, never changes, never wavers. You initially laugh from the absurdity and then the laughter grows and grows the longer it takes. The song doesn’t start until he’s in place and you bet your ASS that bastard makes you wait for it. It’s hilarious.


8. “Right Hand Man”

    I know I read somewhere Daveed saying that it’s amazing, he no longer pictures Washington as the ‘normal’ image of Washington: an older man in that damn white wig. That Chris Jackson now IS his Washington and Godddddd, do those words ring true. Common pictures of Washington now just throw me off because I EXPECT Chris!Jackson!Washington.

    It’s funny because I think the recording comes off easier on Burr during this song. Just listening to voices, I took it as Washington was eager and grateful for Burr’s possible advice. Yet seeing it play out, it’s not that way at all. Burr just lets himself in to Washington’s quarters and starts yammering. Washington seems far more irritated and disinterested than anything else. It was clear that his “close the door on your way out” was purposely cutting Burr off and kicking him out.

    “I need someone like you to lighten the load. So?” Washington just holds out a quill to Alex; the ensemble starts the “My Shot” refrain as Alex just stares at it before making his choice. I really like that because as much as he wanted to fight, that writing implement really WAS his weapon of choice…and that was when he chose it above all else.

9. “A Winter’s Ball”

    Just as amazing as one would hope. Ridiculous frat-boy dancing while talking about women. Lol.

    “Martha Washington named her feral tomcat after him.” Now, you gotta imagine that Narrator!Burr is at the front of the stage, singing to the audience. Alex comes running up behind him, half leans over Burr’s side, with his pointer finger out, to go, “that’s true!

    The sidestep-crabwalk-playa’ walk they do to “hey, hey, hey, hey” is absolutely amazing.

10. “Helpless”

    Really cool to watch the staging of this because they have to pretend to go from the dance, to the Schuyler house, to their wedding; it’s all done seamlessly. Don’t forget, there are no set changes, merely additions to set dressings. All the lit candles for the wedding were beautiful. And yes, Hercules still comes out and throws his THREE flower petals and it’s fantastic.

      Also, PIPPA. Sweetness and light personified. I cannot express how perfectly cast she is. What a voice, what a talent.

11. “Satisfied”

    I’m the type of person that has to imagine everything out whenever reading or listening to something, so I already had most of the show mapped out in my head, as I said above; obviously, sometimes I was right & sometimes I was wrong and pleasantly surprised. But there were some moments that I sincerely had no idea how they were going to stage, and the “rewind” portion of this song is one of them.

    It was sincerely, unbelievably incredible. They, quite literally, rewind. The second that beat starts, they all move backwards slowly, then with increasing speed, from the wedding reception, through the wedding, to their positions at the start of the dance. The show LITERALLY hitting a rewind button. Spectacular.

    Alex, in his first words to Angelica, is EXTREMELY flirtatious. It was very clear that he had definitely set out to win over the elder sister.

    Angelica’s last verse before her wedding reception speech starts up again (“To the groom!”) is set up so beautifully.

     She’s singing from the middle of the stage, Alex is in the background, Eliza in the foreground, cornered into a diagonal. I can’t remember if both are looking away from her, but I believe Alex has his back towards as she sings (”at least I’ll keep his eyes in my life”). It’s haunting.

    From there, they “fast-forward” back to their original positions at the wedding reception at the start of the song. After Angelica’s speech, the bride & groom walk off and she’s left there all alone singing that she’ll never be satisfied. *SNIFF*

     Also, Renee’s PIPES in this song, good GOD. She’s just SO fantastic: she can break your heart with the pain and longing gripping her face, yet belt your soul into Heaven.

12. “The Story of Tonight (Reprise)”


    “You are the worst, Burr” is just as wonderful, even more so, in person, and remains one of the greatest things of all time.

    When Laurens starts ribbing Burr, he flings an arm around Burr’s shoulder as he’s taunting him. LOL.

13. “Wait For It”

    Just Leslie being Leslie, aka psychotically brilliant. The calm, the slow build, the crescendos, the fade out… Amazing. The ensemble hangs out in the shadows of the set and sing the background harmonies; it’s fantastic.

14. “Stay Alive”

    Lee flaps his wings like an over-excited bird when he sings “wee!” LOL. Like…Good LORD, Lee.

15. “Ten Duel Commandments”

    Guuuuuh, you can really see why they use a turntable on stage for the duels. It’s just amazing, the stage easily revolving them around each other and keeping the song’s pace going.

    Laurens DOES physically hand Alex a letter during “leave a note for your next of kin” and it makes the line very real.

   Leslie changed his intonation on “ok, so we’re doing this” from the recording; his voice went up a little on the “doing.” You could practically hear his eyes widen just in his tone of voice and the crazy-eyed, exasperated stare he’d be giving the camera if this were The Office instead of a stage musical. I loved it SO much.

16. “Meet Me Inside”

    I had expected, for whatever reason, Washington to be behind his desk and Alex to be pitching a very gestural fit in front of him; I was pleasantly surprised to find that I was wrong. Instead, Alex stands straight at attention, giving his General the respect he deserves, as Washington circles Alex and berates him. Alex answers, eyes ahead the entire time, never moving until “call me son ONE MORE TIME,” which is when he finally loses his cool, breaks his stance and gets in Washington’s face.

17. “That Would Be Enough”

    I was curious, since Eliza never specifically states she’s pregnant until after it’s clear Alex knows in the song, how they were going to show it. When he walks in, she’s holding her stomach and I want you to know, it’s STILL bothering me that I can’t figure out if they stuck something under her dress to pad her belly or if it’s just the bustle of the dress. LOL. WHY this is weighing on my mind, I have no idea.

    It’s all very sweetly done though; they sit together on a bench as Eliza sings to him. *more sniffling*

18. “Guns and Ships”

    Or as I generally refer to it, “Daveed Makes Me Want To Shoot Myself In The Face Because He’s Just So Fucking GOOD, GOD, WHY is he so GOOD?!”

    Full disclosure: I couldn’t even tell you anything about Leslie’s intro even if I wanted to because I was too busy trying to figure out where the hell Lafayette was on stage. Spoiler: he’s hunched over the table with all the soldiers, who are also hunched over around him (as if going over battle strategies on a map). He then jumps on top of table at the start of his part and then, yes, leaps from the table during “watch me engagin’ them,” just like in that damn picture that kills me.

   In which I am Laurens in the background. Jaw meet floor. It’s so good. It’s all just so good I could cry.

19. “History Has Its Eyes On You”

     It’s been too long that I can’t remember anything of note; go me.

20. “Yorktown (The World Turned Upside Down)”

     Hands down the line that gets the biggest reaction; audience went NUTS. And I can’t tell you how much I love that little floppy high-five that they do.

     LOOK at that entrance! And Herc comes out BOUNCING. This whole song is SO energetic that it SURGES through the entire theatre, especially right here at Mulligan’s reemergence. And then the interlude after that with the dancing? GOD, SO infectious; it’s insane. I can’t even begin to describe it.

     And then at the end, half the company standing on boxes or chairs declaring they won. GUH.

     What’s funny is that this song is just as dramatically sung and staged as you would expect; it truly comes across as if it’s the closing of Act I. I was with 3 friends when I saw it and one had purposely stayed away from the music so that she could experience it for the first time live; even she expressed that she was surprised when Act I continued on past this. I love that it does though. We are subject to SO many giant and dramatic songs in this show; why stop now? ;)

21. “What Comes Next”

     “I’m so blue.” *DRAMATIC FOOT STOMP*

     And hearing the inflection on “awesome; wow” is just as fantastic live. My best friend next to me happy-clapped in her seat.

22. “Dear Theodosia”

     I LOVE the staging for this song. Burr comes out all alone on stage with a single high-backed chair. He places is off-center stage right and instead of sitting down, stands behind it. Spotlight on him, he begins singing, forearms leaning against the top of the chair-back. Nearing the end of his verse, he circles the chair & sits down.

     That’s when Alex comes out, carrying his own chair, setting it down off-center stage left just in the nick of time to start his own verse. Single spotlight now on each, Alex continues to sing in the same position Burr did. And exactly the same, near the end of his solo verse, he circles his chair & sits down.

     They then join their voices and sing together about their respective children, sitting side-by-side, but just far enough apart, both in his own spotlight, facing the audience. It’s just…it’s a lovely metaphor. Their stories so similar, yet so different; so close, yet just far enough off that they wind up becoming adversaries. And the simple staging also makes you focus on the emotion behind their words.

22 ½. “Tomorrow There’ll Be More Of Us”

      Oh HEY. Here’s the only full song not included on the recording, so therefore, I was not prepared for it: letter Alex gets from John’s father saying that he was killed in battle. Alex is at the front of the stage with Eliza when he reads it and you can also see Lafayette and Mulligan on the second tier getting a similar letter at the same time. Laurens comes out and just STANDS at the front of the stage in the spotlight as it’s read. No one takes it well; I still remember Lafayette needing to sit down while reading it as the shock knocks him off his feet. But when Eliza tries to comfort Alex, he walks away and says he needs to get back to work, refusing to deal with it, and it jumps right into “Non-Stop.”

     So thanks for ONE last emotional gut-punch I wasn’t expecting, Lin! *shakes fist*

23. “Non-Stop”

     I was chosen for the Constitutional Convention!” Alex literally side-skips to the front of the stage, giddy like a school-girl.

      “Who’s your client?” “The new U.S. Constitution…” The latter said with a sheepish flourish of the hand in the air, like mapping out the words on a banner. LOL.

     “I am sailing off to London…” Angelica comes walking down center-stage, arm hooked in Alex’s as she sings. When she leaves (”don’t forget to write”), she & Alex continue to hold hands as she walks away, their arms stretching out across the stage.

     They utilize every aspect of the stage during this song and it’s great. Hamilton is generally center-stage for most of it, with people singing to him from various corners: Washington questions him from the upper right parapet, Eliza sings down to him from the farther left, the ensemble with Burr circle Alex in the middle as he writes & they question him, etc. It ends with Alex finally ascending the middle stairs, spotlight on him. (”I am not throwing away my shot!”)

1. “What’d I Miss”

     Funny thing about the beginning of the second Act is that, like some other shows, there is no curtain and no Overture. They start the second the break is over; your only warning is the first beat before they break into song. So you’d best be in your SEAT cause they’ll just perform over you.

     Daveed makes his second entrance with a flourish; he comes out at the top of the stairs on the second level, to thunderous applause, I might add. He immediately motions for people to hold their applause; the second it starts to die down, he makes a face, takes back his request, and starts motioning for more and people just go WILD. It’s fucking fantastic.

     It’s ok, TJ; the slaves will just handle those stairs for your Purple Rain’ed behind. ;) Also, I will never be over the dance he does in this. Ever. It’s just not possible; I love it.

     Let me just say, everyone in this show is phenomenal, but I’ll never get over how much pure, unadulterated talent Daveed brings to the stage. Whether Lafayette or Jefferson, the man is an undeniable force; he has an unequivocal presence that draws your eye, a gravitas that you can’t possibly deny. You immediately know you’re getting to witness something extremely special and very rare when watching him perform; it’s like magic.

     “Mr. Jefferson, welcome home.” “Mr. Jefferson, Alexander Hamilton.” THIS. When Washington sings his line, he steps forward with a smile on his face to embrace Jefferson. Alex DARTS in front of him, singing his line, and shoves his hand out to Jefferson first, who, of course, just looks him up and down like, “who the actual fuck are you?” Oh, Alex…. 

2. “Cabinet Battle #1”

     Chris trades his general uniform for his suave black Presidential duds and they’re just PERFECT for him to MC this song; I can’t express that enough.

     Yes, Jefferson has as much conceited swagger on stage as he does in his voice. Lol. At the end of his bit, he LITERALLY mic drops. Holds his arm out dramatically and lets the mic fall; Madison catches it so it doesn’t land on the stage. It’s just SO over-dramatic, it’s FANTASTIC.

     I know people are used to the clips we got of Alex doing the below line, but that was not the “dance”(ish) move I saw. He pretended to fluff his hair up real big like Jefferson’s. It makes me wonder if Lin does something different every night a la Rent’s “to every passing fad.” Anyone?

     At the end of Alex’s bit (”I’ll show you where my shoe fits”), Jefferson is so pissed off and riled up that he angrily rushes towards Alex like he’s going to start a physical Cabinet brawl. It’s Washington who jumps up from his chair and separates the two.

3. “Take A Break”

     It’s funny cause I wondered how they were going to make Philip a child. Do they have Anthony on his knees? No, they just doofy-up his clothes so that he “looks” dressed like a kid. Lol. It’s great because he’s practically the same height as Phillipa. But again, as Hamilton loves to prove to us, it just doesn’t. frickin. matter. People WILL suspend reality and use their imaginations.

     Angelica starts her part on the second tier and descends the stairs slowly as she sings her letter back to him.

     When the sisters start begging him to join them Upstate, they each take a hold of one of his hands while singing to him. At “I have to get my plan through Congress,” I forcefully shakes one off, then “I can’t stop til I get my plan through Congress,” he shakes the other off and walks away. I think, I THINK, he shakes Eliza off first.

4. “Say No To This”

     Another song that I was really curious of the staging. I sincerely expected a bed to appear at some point, but no. Very minimal stage dressing; they keep Alex on the move instead. That is, until the end of the song, where he sits on a chair and she sits on his lap, facing the audience and he sings into her neck. It’s actually rather intimate.

     Also, the song REALLY showcases Jasmine’s talent and that makes me so happy. She’s especially wonderful in this. Her voice is naturally just so silky and sultry and it lends to this song perfectly. But not just the temptress, she’s emits a vulnerability that makes you empathize with her. Sidenote: I’ll never be over how phenomenally gorgeous she looks in that red dress.

5. “The Room Where It Happens”


     The deal silently plays out at the table behind Burr as he sings. Which is great because it allows the audience to see, it allows Jefferson, Madison, and Hamilton to get up and sing at their respective parts, and it allows Burr “into” the room afterwards. 

     At the start of “what did they say you to get you to sell New York City down the river,” the three at still at the table and Burr comes running up around Hamilton to sing to him. Hamilton gets up those and is standing at the front of stage right by “and we got the banks; we’re in the same spot.” It’s truly amazing to me how much they utilize movement to push the story forward.

     Alex imitates Burr’s dramatic hand-flail during, “you get nothing if you *wait for it; wait for it*.”

     That part in the above gif? It is PERFECTLY timed. I sincerely didn’t think he was going to make it to the table in time to have his feet up as he sung that line, but that’s EXACTLY how it plays out. It’s timed down to the MILLISECOND. 

     I love this. Burr leaps up and they rip the tablecloth out from under him. From the mezzanine, it looked like the actual tabletop was a reflective surface which caught the light. Therefore, *illuminating* Burr at “but we dream in the dark for the most part.” I’m honestly not sure if that is the case or not, cause it certainly doesn’t look like it in this gif, but if it is, it works well: this is HIS lightbulb moment.

      The crescendo of the music and the build of the dancing just…you want to FLY from your seat and dance in the aisle; everything is SO electric that you can practically feel the air buzzing with it. The audience is soaring WITH Burr.

      At that final “Click! Boom!,” Burr is back-lit in spotlight, except now, they don’t let the light fade. They keep his lighted silhouette on the stage because they’re prepared for it now. The audience LOSES it. Everyone means it when they say this song is a showstopper; it quite literally STOPS the entire show. People start screaming and cheering and clapping and just won’t STOP. So now, they just run with it; they let the show stop, they keep Burr lit in his moment, and allow the audience to deafeningly scream their support for at least a good 30 seconds before they forcefully move on. It’s a phenomenal feeling to be a part of.

6. “Schuyler Defeated”

      I’m sure he already knows” will never fail to make me laugh but sadly, Hamilton is not in the background shattering things in anger. Lol.

7. “Cabinet Battle #2”

  “Uh, who provided those funds?” Jefferson literally holds the mic out to Madison who’s behind him so that he can haughtily answer “France.” HA. 

  “Daddy’s calling.” Never over it.

8. “Washington On Your Side”

     Burr literally comes out of NOWHERE. Just comes STROLLING across the stage to stare at Hamilton as he walks away before he starts the song. It was HILARIOUS. Like, busy-body Burr is so obsessed with Alex that he’s just ALWAYS there ready to DRAG him to whoever’s around.

     “I’m in the Cabinet”… That whole bit? Still fucking amazing. That is all.

     I wanna mention Oak at this point, because people don’t talk about him enough. I think he tends to get a little overshadowed because of everyone else and he doesn’t get his own solo song but guh, he’s so good. His voice is just this low, gorgeous rumble. There’s a post going around that describes his voice as “a gentle earthquake feeding you chocolate.” Which is actually really descriptive and sincerely perfect. And he’s such a strong figure in both roles, even just in presence, and it’s fantastic cause he even brings a different ENERGY to each. I just really love everyone in this cast, ok?

     Ah, now’s a good time to mention the letters. I LOVE what they do with the staging any time there’s a letter in the show. Think about it; it’d be hard to show how those letters are always being written and then delivered and THEN read. So everything happens quickly and almost simultaneously. The action never stops, the singing never stops; someone will lift a quill quickly, then hand a letter off to an ensemble member, never stopping, and the ensemble will literally *dance* it over to the recipient. The letter generally passes through multiple hands first before arriving at its intended destination, perfectly showcasing the passage of geography and time, while never taking you out of the moment.

     I mention this hear because near the end of the song, Jefferson “writes” his resignation letter, which is then handed off and subsequently delivered to Washington. Washington has just opened and is reading it in semi-surprise as the trio sings their last line. It’s a great detail you obviously don’t get when just listening and leads perfectly into the next song, showing the audience how Washington knows before calling Alex in.

9. “One Last Time”

         “I don’t know about God, but I believe in Chris Jackson.” - LMM’s Tony speech for In The Heights. 7 years later and you can see why it still rings true. Chris MURDERS this song; he just SLAYS it. GOD.

     I just really, really love how they do the end, with Alex “writing” Washington’s words as George slowly and softly begins to sing along, then overtake Alex as he steps forward for his last spotlight moment. 

     After the show, the friend I was with that went into the show blind perfectly encompassed this song by wailing that she was not expecting this to be so emotional. “I’m crying because Washington is stepping down; WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME?!” It’s part of Lin’s gift: he makes us CARE about these people; he makes us identify with figureheads we learned about years ago with disinterest; he makes us LOVE them.

10. “I Know Him”

     Groff does the EXACT condescending, dismissive hand wave at “little guy who spoke to me” that I was imagining and for that, I BLESS HIM.

     Now, the King walks to the edge of stage right as he finishes this song. What I did NOT expect was for him to FORGO leaving, instead taking a seat at the edge of the stage to watch Burr sing his monologue at the beginning of the next song. He’s simply there to gleefully watch shit go down in America.

11. “The Adams Administration”

     The King fucking happily WAVES at Burr at some point during the beginning and I almost peed my pants laughing. 

     Hamilton drops a giant book (probably the entirety of his writings dragging Adams) from the second tier with a giant slam on “motherfucker.” I believe that’s when the King leaves the stage.

12. “We Know”

     I also wondered how this was done considering Hamilton addresses them all slowly by name. The way it’s staged is as if they’re gradually walking into Alex’s house/study one by one to confront him. This also makes sense for later on when Alex takes out the letter to show them; he pulls it out from a drawer behind his desk.

13. “Hurricane”

     Once again, gorgeous lighting. The different colored, shadow-detailed spotlight makes it look like Alex is sincerely standing in the eye of a proverbial hurricane.

14. “The Reynolds Pamphlet”

     I swear to God, they must have so much fun during this song. It’s literally the Let’s-Throw-Shit-At-Lin song. LOL. And yet another song where I’ll NEVER be over Daveed’s dancing.

     What I was NOT expecting? When they’re singing the contents of the pamphlet at the beginning, they’re huddled around Philip, that poor kid, who’s reading it. Singing it pretty much TO him as he’s reading, just rubbing it in that poor child’s face. It’s watching Alex’s son read about his father’s affair that hurts the most.

    And yes, King George is just there to dance across the stage, enjoying the shitshow that’s going down over there in the States. Lol. Also, the ensemble dancing in this is, as usual, phenomenal.

15. “Burn”

     Once again, my brain was preoccupied with silly things, like the burning of the letters. Clearly real fire. Definitely actually burning. Still burning when dropped into the bucket below.

     Continues to burn for a bit, then, at least from my seat in the mezz, looked like it just randomly faded out. Is there water in the bucket? Does it have a false bottom? Is it put out from below the stage? Is there perhaps a mist-er that sprays the flame out? I NEED TO KNOW.

16. “Blow Us All Away”

     I gotta say, Anthony is really, really good; there’s definitely distinct differences, not only between his two separate characters, but between Kid!Philip and Teen!Philip. He gives off a completely different aura; there’s confidence there, a swagger to his step in the beginning. Then when it comes time to duel, his trepidation and fear are blatant, written all over his body language; he’s scared and it reduces him to a child again. It’s played beautifully.

     When Philip interrupts Eacker at the play, I assumed he kind of sneaks up into his box to challenge him. But no, no; he interrupts the entire play, stands where the orchestra seating would be located, and starts shouting up towards Eacker’s box. HE IS NOTHING IF NOT HIS FATHER’S SON. 

     “Everything is legal in New Jersey” is the second biggest laugh of the show.

     Sam, the friend that went in blind…the poor girl literally wailed, “NOOOoo!” when Philip was shot (in the pin-drop silence of the theatre, lol).

17. “Stay Alive (Reprise)”

     Sam then proceeded to sob noisily on my other friend’s shoulder all through this song and the next. It made everything hit just as hard as the first time listening, getting her 1st time reactions in real time.

     Worst part…worst DAMN part about this song? The fact that Pippa lets out a horrible, grief-wracked WAIL after Philip dies in their arms. I…I have had the unfortunate experience of hearing that first awful scream of undiluted pain and shock upon losing a loved one, a child, no less. It’s something that unfortunately etches itself upon your consciousness, a chill you can never get rid of. Pippa…hit it remarkably well; it hurt real bad and the sobbing was instant. Phillipa Soo: ripping your soul out one song at a time.

18. “It’s Quiet Uptown”

     As much as Renee slaaaaaaaays “Satisfied,” it’s this song that kills me. She appears in a black dress and sings this song with such quiet, pent-up emotion. It’s beautiful and heartbreaking all at once; I’ll never be over how perfect everyone in this cast is.

     The song is staged and lit so that Eliza grabbing Alex’s hand cannot be missed, even though you’re blearily attempting to peer at the stage through a DELUGE OF TEARS. They stand side by side, grieving and staring silently out at the audience, just far enough apart that they can throw a spotlight on their hands when clasped between them. (It just makes you cry harder.)

19. “Election of 1800”

     BLESS Madison for walking out wiping his eyes; WE ARE ALL JAMES MADISON.

     The cute part of this song is that as the voters are gabbing about the candidates, Burr is peeking his head around each of them as they talk, gleefully listening in and looking pretty darn happy with what he hears.

     The NOT-cute part of this song? The part ripped me in two? Is when Hamilton chooses. Alex is up on the second tier, speaking to the voters down on the stage as they look up at him; Burr is on one side of the stage, Jefferson on the other, both looking out at the audience so that you can see their reactions.

     Considering Burr’s reaction, I expected anger. I expected rage. I expected him to fume or throw a fit or look like his head was going to explode off his body from sheer frustration. But no.

     Instead, Alex names Jefferson and you see Burr’s entire world come crashing down written upon his face. One moment, he’s standing there, utterly cheerful, his chest puffed out in confidence, 100% believing that Alex is going to side with him. It’s not the smug contentedness of a cat that’s eaten a canary: it’s pure happiness that he’s finally witnessing his moment. When Hamilton throws his hat into the ring in Jefferson’s favor, Burr looks like he got hit by a freight train. Pure shock, utter betrayal, and unadulterated PAIN grip his face.

     In my opinion, THIS is what’s going to win Leslie that Tony. This moment. I could see that from the MEZZANINE. Even far away, that expression hit me like a ton of bricks and has stayed with me since then. It HURT and it STILL hurts. You feel Burr’s heartache in a way that I never quite expected. It’s unbelievably powerful and suddenly you know damn well why Burr’s led to his next action. It’s not him being petty: it’s a necessary reaction to that heartache. Leslie…is just astounding.

20. “Your Obedient Servant”

     I still really frickin’ love what sounds like a door closing at the top of the song. The proverbial slamming shut on their futures: no way out, no escape; they’ve chosen their paths in this one action.

     This is where the show really shows off the genius of the letter delivery choreography. It’s phenomenal; the back and forth writing, receiving, and reading just works so so well.

     “Here’s an itemized list of 30 years of disagreements / Sweet Jesus.” One ensemble member after another after another come up to Burr and hand him letter after letter after letter, piling I’d say probably 8 pages or so into his hands. It’s hilarious.

21. “Best of Wives and Best of Women”

     Again, for some reason I expected a bed. I’m glad there wasn’t because it allowed for Eliza to wander up to Alexander in his chair, writing, to plead for him to come back to bed. When he says “hey” before his last line, he grabs her hand as she turns around to walk away and lovingly pulls her back towards him: “best of wives and best of women.” (And then your heart breaks. [And then you realize what he was writing was his death letter to her…and your heart breaks more.])

22. “The World Was Wide Enough”

     Philip comes back out on stage next to Alex just to sing that one line in the spotlight, then leaves. Thanks, Lin; thanks for all the pain. *salutes*

     Hamilton’s soliloquy in the middle of this song is a phenomenal work of art. Once again, lit in that different colored, detailed spotlight. Everyone around Alex freezes and then the ensemble begins to move in slow motion in what may be the most ingenious use of blocking that I’ve ever seen.

     One ensemble member is the designated bullet that is shot from Burr’s gun; the rest are used as vehicles to support her movement. She makes her way slowly across the stage: tip-toeing, being lifted and passed over others, etc, in a perfectly timed choreographed dance that give Lin just enough time to deliver the monologue. He even moves around the stage, sometimes putting himself dangerously close to the moving “bullet” as if dancing with death; it’s absolutely memorizing and utterly astonishing.

     Eliza comes out onto the stage when he says her name during it. *sigh*

     When Alex is shot, Lin bends at the waist, folding his upper half over in front of him. They move him like this into the “boat” as two people pretend to row him back, then he leaves the stage for the rest of it. Angelica & Eliza come out at the back in spotlight when Burr sings their names. 

     And then you just sob as Leslie pours his heart out.

23. “Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story”

     To sum up: weep, weep, weep, weepity weep weep, gurgling choked sob. Did I miss anything?

     In all sincerity though, regardless of the fact that I knew Eliza’s gasp was coming, it still positively ruined me. As if I wasn’t crying my face off before that… Alex leads her to the very front of the stage and, for the first time in his life, steps OUT of the spotlight. Eliza finally gets her own moment to shine as she looks out and sees the fruit of her life’s efforts for the first time. And it DESTROYED me.

    Pippa. I just… Eliza’s the glue that holds Alex together. When she sings that she carried Alexander’s legacy for the next 50 years, there’s no doubt in your mind that this is the one woman, the only woman, that could’ve possibly pulled that off. Pippa’s Eliza perfectly blends kindness and caring with strength and resolve. She’s magnificent.

     Also, I love love love that they decided to go with an ensemble bow. No one person gets singled out for their performance; they bow as a unit. This show is a brilliant work of art due to every single one of them; they all take the credit together.

     Whew. That’s a lot of words. And yet still, only the small things that caught my attention. There are not enough words in the English language to describe the insane genius of this entire show. We’re just truly blessed to be seeing this within our lifetime. Thank you, @linmanuel; thank you from the bottom of my heart for everything you continue to give us.

anonymous asked:

So I've been super obsessed with this one picture I found of my favorite babu Yoosung playing baseball, and I AM LIKE SO HERE FOR THAT??? So if you can please do anything with the RFA on a baseball team and maybe noticing MC on the stands? Bonus points if she's yelling a play or something! Thank you so muchn

Yo, if it’s the same picture I’m thinking about, I’M SOLD!!! I wasn’t sure if this should be pro or nah. So I catered this around college baseball.

Yoosung (34 KIM★)

  • yes they actually put the black star next to his name
  • he’s noticed you among the other girls who come to watch practice
  • hot diggity you’re cute
  • he thinks you’re looking at someone like Zen 
    • come on who wouldn’t
  • but your eyes are following him
  • when he notices you looking his way, he just smiles with pink cheeks and tries to cover his blush with his hat
  • when the game comes around he dedicates every ball he hits to the cute girl who looks at him
  • meanwhile, you’re in the stands with your binoculars
    • zooming on that fine ass ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
  • he gets distracted when he hears you shouting his name when he pitches
  • oh no how to pitch
  • after the game you approach him and he lets you take pictures with him
  • he points out a few pictures he likes
  • gives you his number so you can send it to him and maybe chat
  • way to go Yoosung hella smooth

Jaehee (55 KANG)

  • she was too good NOT to be on a team so she’s the only girl
  • no one minds and YOU certainly don’t mind
  • you supply water during practices and games
  • Jaehee just gets all flustered around you
    • Yoosung and Zen teases her so bad leave her alone
    • did I just talk to her about the concept of frozen grapes???
  • during the game she hears you yell out her name
  • when she looks her heart just stops because you made a huge sign with her face on it
  • her face is so red and she’s just so focused on the sign
  • she throws the ball so hard it knocks him in the back of the head
  • it wasn’t her greatest game but you came down to congratulate her
    • hey her team won with that hit
  • she hangs the poster in her room and smiles every time she sees it

Zen (11 ZEN)

  • he chose 11 because he could be number one twice or some shit like that
  • every person on campus knows about the super hot baseball player
  • most of the girls in the stands are there for him
    • even has his own fan club
  • Seven sends out pics of Zen in the dugout drinking water or in the locker room
  • he notices you at every practice but never at a game
    • winks and you just smile
    • holy cannoli that just gets his heart racing
  • finds he gets flustered when he doesn’t see you
  • then one game he’s up to bat
  • readily watches the pitcher
  • and he misses
  • two more and he’s out
  • heads back to the dugout when he hears you
  • hot damn is that music to his ears
  • you’re in the stands and he’s so happy to see you
  • every time he’s up to bat you always yell
  • “WHOOO ZEN!”, “HIT IT! HIT IT HARD!” (control the beast)
  • afterward, he puts the charm on and you congratulate him on an awesome game
  • now you’re always at a game screaming your head off only for Zen

Jumin (20 HAN)

  • he notices you were always there during practice just watching from the outfield gate
  • when no ball was coming his way he would actually talk to you
  • he enjoys that time with you
  • and he’s even able to catch any ball while talking to you
    • omg pay attention
  • in game, he’s up to bat 
  • he swings and hits the ball, but it goes over their heads and into the stands
  • you’re watching with your friend up the stands
  • and your friend, being the paranoid asshole pulled you over like a shield
  • the ball knocked you right in the head
  • when he sees it hit you he’s all O_O
  • it hurt but there isn’t any real damage
  • during a break, he legit goes up to make sure you’re ok
    • ya but should you be down there lol
  • after the game he checks on you again
    • Yes I think I’m fine jeez 
  • you keep blushing every time he asks because yeah you’re ok but do you really have to go all the way to check???
  • some guys give flowers, but he gives you foul balls
  • there’s a box full of them under your bed

707 (07 CHOI)

  • trolling catcher >3>
  • he’ll sometimes scare Yoosung when he’s up to bat during practice
    • omg stop tormenting this precious bb
  • he doesn’t see you a lot when he’s in the batter box
  • because you’re up in the box announcing the game
  • whenever he hears you say his name he just melts
  • who is this beautiful creature with a beautiful voice???
  • he manages to see you while he’s in the dugout and he just falls in love
  • but when he’s among Jumin and Zen he thinks you wouldn’t go for a guy like him
  • Vanderwood keeps telling him to get his head in the game
  • you come up with a stupid cheer for him because heck yeah you thought Seven is cute
  • it’s a really intense game and you see he’s up to bat
  • you can’t help yourself
  • he actually hits the ball out of the park and wins the game!!!
  • with the game wrapped up, you’re heading out when you bump into him
  • he musters up all his courage and thanks you for helping him win the game
  • now you do your cheer every game and every practice for him
a proposal

nihlus lives.

at eden prime, saren fights with sovereign in his head. kill him, he’s a liability. i can’t kill him, he’s my best friend, he’s important. when sovereign says to pull the trigger, he pistol-whips him upside the head instead. nihlus goes down and stays down. saren’s not sure if he’s dead or alive, but he didn’t shoot him, and hope he’s alive is better than certainty he’s dead. he runs off before sovereign can convince him to do anything more.

shepard finds nihlus and sends a message back to the normandy for medevac. after the beacon mess, they find him pacing, going over what he remembers. “it doesn’t add up,” he insists. saren would have talked to him, would have teamed up with him, would have, would have, would have. shepard tells him what the witnesses at the colony said. he’s only more convinced that something is wrong with saren.

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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}

Make Happy Starter Pack
  • Mix of comedy, deep stuff, out of context stuff, and potentially NSFW-ish sentences.
  • "Ladies if you feel me, say hell yeah!"
  • "Fellas if you feel me, say hell yeah!"
  • "Virgins, if you haven't felt a person, say hell yeah!"
  • "If you like drinking booze, let me hear you say hell yeah!"
  • "If you like smoking weed, let me hear you say hell yeah!"
  • "I can't wrap my mind around exactly why I'm here."
  • "I know you paid money."
  • "I should be funny."
  • "Look at the world. I don't know why I'm here."
  • "I would love to tell you that everything is fine."
  • "You wanna be happy... Well, get in line!"
  • "It gets old after a few minutes."
  • "Let's get this show started."
  • "I already fucked it up."
  • "Haters gonna hate. Lovers gonna love."
  • "You have to reject both sides of the spectrum to leave a healthy middle."
  • "Stop participating."
  • "Not a participatory thing going on up here."
  • "Did you not think I was gonna use this, idiot(s)?"
  • "It's not a prop."
  • "I've got a lot of problems in my life."
  • "I got no one to talk to."
  • "There's everyone and then there is just me."
  • "If I could change, don't you think that I'd do it?"
  • "God only knows, why he cursed me to be ________/(a straight white man)"
  • "I state my problems, other people roll their eyes."
  • "Three trips to the mall, zero _______ in my size."
  • "I've never been the victim of a random search for drugs."
  • "You can't say my life is easy."
  • "I know the road looks though ahead."
  • "Can't you just leave us alone?"
  • "Also, 'no' to the things you asked for."
  • "They are being greedy and they know it."
  • "Everyone thinks that I got it easy."
  • "Just because it's true, doesn't mean that it's right."
  • "So pull up a chair and put down your pitchforks."
  • "We still do, but it's not as fun now."
  • "If you were offended by that, it was ironic."
  • "Isn't that fun?"
  • "I meant the whole opposite of it."
  • "White guys... it's easy to be a white guy."
  • "We deserve a cheer once in a while."
  • "We invented a lot of stuff."
  • "Everything but peanut butter."
  • "Your grandkids are going to see this."
  • "Put the lights down."
  • "Their faces creep me out."
  • "I'm not perfect, ok?"
  • "Twice in a week? What is this?"
  • "Do you want to sing a song with me?"
  • "Hey, _____, guess what?"
  • "You're a (insert insult here)."
  • "So I was interrupted the other day-"
  • "Can you turn the lights off at least?"
  • "Why was it on a record player?"
  • "It's gonna outlive me."
  • "Do not give those dumb fucks any credit."
  • "It's all me baby, all me."
  • "How dare you make that joke so late!"
  • "I like poetry."
  • "Do not veer credit to people outside this building!"
  • "Two examples is enough."
  • "I'm right in the sweet spot."
  • "I could give that money to a homless person. But I don't do that very often."
  • "Tomorrow is a relative term. We're not getting there."
  • "You don't know where I'm going, so don't act like it."
  • "You're not ahead of me."
  • "I will retain the element of surprise."
  • "I'm trying to break out of that."
  • "This might not work."
  • "________, I heard you had sex with an older woman last night?"
  • "How does he do it?"
  • "I'm not honest for a second up here."
  • "I think country music gets a bad rep."
  • "A dirt road, a cold beer, blue jeans, a red pick-up."
  • "No shoes, no shirt."
  • "Sort of a mental typo."
  • "I could sing in mandarin."
  • "I own a private ranch that I rarely use. I don't like dirt."
  • "Now it's time to talk to the ladies."
  • "Good girl in a straw head."
  • "Thought it was a human woman."
  • "That is a scarecrow."
  • "I'm wanting you. I hope you're feeling me."
  • "You don't know what land you're in...?"
  • "They are lying to you, that's all."
  • "You deserve better."
  • "I'm not saying I'm it, but I'm the person that says you deserve better."
  • "It's the end of culture."
  • "We lost."
  • "How is this entertainment?"
  • "I saw a gorgeous dick. I was in a public restroom."
  • "You're not picturing this."
  • "I need to earn it."
  • "You need to earn it."
  • "There's more where that came from."
  • "Ladies, I know where that came from."
  • "You want a guy that's sweet."
  • "This ugy only exists in your mind."
  • "Guess what? You're right."
  • "If you want love, lower your expectations a few."
  • "Prince Charming would never settle for you."
  • "Just pick a guy and love him."
  • "Just pick a girl and love him."
  • "You wan't a girl that is noce, a girl that is not."
  • "A real girl, a hot girl, a really hot girl!"
  • "She's real, but last week she died."
  • "You might think you dick is a gift, I promise it's not."
  • "I won't settle for less than perfect."
  • "Deep down we know we don't deserve it."
  • "We all deserve love."
  • "We all suck, but love can make us suck less."
  • "It's the very best part of being alive."
  • "Original does not mean good."
  • "Anyone can do anything."
  • "What is it good for?"
  • "I don't want to get political..."
  • "They just liked the lights, I didn't even need to do jokes."
  • "Yeah, you like that?"
  • "Honey are you ok?"
  • "Are you drunk?"
  • "What's behind your back?"
  • "It's a jar of peanut butter. Alright? Sue me."
  • "Why are you holding a jar of mayonnaise."
  • "I'll clean it up."
  • "You'll make it worse if you try it."
  • "Who are you talking to?"
  • "You just gestured to the sink."
  • "I bought something."
  • "Sit in silence."
  • "Nothing tastes better than not getting sued."
  • "You don't want that desperate sort of cloying thing."
  • "I'm just overpaid, ok?"
  • "I sound mean and rude."
  • "Let a professional hear it."
  • "Stick your tongue in a plug."
  • "Hold your breath until it's gone."
  • "Take your pants off!"
  • "You think it's ok because I'm a dude?"
  • "You think it's ok because he is a dude?"
  • "It's over."
  • "We shouldn't fight to stay together just to fight again."
  • "We need to take a break from us to make it right again."
  • "Honestly are you fucking five?"
  • "I've got my father's temper. I'm emotionally inarticulate."
  • "I'm hurting inside, I'm trying to hide it."
  • "I thought you were lashing out in anger."
  • "I deserve better than you."
  • "Sorry, you're not what I need."
  • "What am I talking about, you know?"
  • "It's about... but for real, what is it about?"
  • "No one gives a shit about what we think!"
  • "The arrogant is taught."
  • "It's prison. It's horrific"
  • "I know very little about anything."
  • "He talked about his problems."
  • "I thought... maybe I could do this."
  • "Can I say my shit, _______?"
  • "I got lots of shit to say."
  • "I can't fit my hand insdie a pringle can."
  • "It's way too small."
  • "You think you can. I know you can't"
  • "Just... make them wider?"
  • "I wanna have a daughter."
  • "But that is priority numero uno."
  • "I don't go to the gym 'cause I'm self concious about my body."
  • "I'm self concious about my body because I don't go to the gym."
  • "Irony can be so painful."
  • "Dude, you should have warned me."
  • "No one wants to have a messx burrito."
  • "I wouldn't have gotten the _______ if I knew it wouldn't fit."
  • "I wouldn't have got half of it."
  • "I'm ok with small mistakes."
  • "I don't think that I can handle this right now."
  • "I can sit here an pretend that my biggest problems are pringle cans and burritos."
  • "The truth is my biggest problem is you."
  • "I want to please you but stay true to myself."
  • "Part of me loves you, part of me hates you, part of you needs you, part of me fears you."
  • "I should probably just shut up."
  • "You can tell them anything."
  • ""I hope you're happy."
  • "Oh, good, it's just us."
  • "If you hated it, it's fair."
  • "On a scale of one to zero, ________?"
  • "Are you happy?"
  • "But what the fuck kind of question is 'are you happy'?"
  • "Oh god, my dad was right."
  • "You're everything you hated. Are you happy?"
  • "Hey, look, Mom, I made it! Are you happy?"

(Also I’m sorry if I used trigger wrong ;w; )

So this is the first time I’ve wrote a story in years. Not only that but this is my very first time writing the turtles. So please have mercy on me.

(also my grammar is not the best I’m so sorry) 

(My mind set was on the 2k3 turtles but I tried to keep it where ya’ll can picture whatever TMNT series you like. I’m sorry if I failed )

If you all want me to do spin offs or more romantic like stories of each turtle let me know. I’ll give it my best shot. :’D

With all that said ONTO THE STORY.

I hope you enjoy. ;w;

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Dating Yoongi Would Be:

*I LOVE these and I’ve wanted to do my own for a while now. I’ll probably be doing the other members soon. I kinda got carried away with Yoongi’s*

-Maknae line worshiping the ground you walk on, because you turn Yoongi into a fluff and they never get to see that side of him. Ever.

-The maknae line + Hobi flipping out whenever Yoongi holds your hand or kisses your cheek or hugs you or shows any sign of affection at all in front of the boys

-You telling him to cut the younger boys some slack

-Him giving you this: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

-You just raising a brow like “Don’t give me that”

-Him “apologizing” to them (but he’s still low key insulting the boys)

-Waking up to texts from tired Yoongi who didn’t sleep and is waiting outside with hot chocolate

-Him passing out on your couch as soon as you let him in

-And you just drink your hot chocolate while admiring his unguarded sleeping face

-When he wakes up he pulls you onto the couch with him, because half-awake Yoongi is cuddly Yoongi

-You not being able to move for a few hours after that because he won’t let go and now his legs are all tangled with yours and his head is tucked in between your neck and shoulder and you don’t want to move because ‘wow this is nice’

Originally posted by forjimin

*This got SUPER long because I’m a mess when it comes to Yoongi, so the rest is under the cut*

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