The Sound of a Musical

Ten - Songs and Scheming

It was one o clock on a Monday afternoon. Sharpay was walking along the all, immersed in her vanity, planning her next scheme. She was currently staring at herself in the mirror.

"Ryan!" she called. She laughed fakely and motioned for him to stand next to her. She inched towards him. "I know what we're gonna do to get them to be stranded here."

 Ryan raised a confused eyebrow. "Where? Where they going?"  Sharpay nudged him in the ribs.

"Austria, you dull hoot! They're leaving tonight!" As she looked at her lips, she opened her mouth to speak. "I want to stop them being and singing together, and I want them to be hated. Not just now, but forever. And ever.

"And ever..." Ryan joined in, bored, but reluctant to his sister, Sharpay's pull. She was so threatening. She schemed and she was terrible.

Do do do do... Breaking freeeeeeeeeee!  The piano chimed as Troy accidentally sat on the keys. "Oh, Troy!" I ran over and kissed him on the head. We were singing through 'Breaking Free' ready for the Von Trapps. I really hope they like how we sing. Us Americans will make a good impression. We've already met them, but still. I want to do well.

"I love you, Gabby." He leaned in and gave me the cutest kiss. The door opened. Kelsey walked in. She cooed us.

"Aw, look at the young couple! Brad and Angelina!" She made a heart gesture in the air. Aw, stop!  She sat on the piano and proceeded to play our song.

Her hands clapped and the cheerleaders sighed. Here we go!! Now this is an opportunity. Not. I hated her. I've always hated her, always will.

 

Gabriella was stupid enough to walk over to them. Just at that moment, someone threw a pom pom into the air and it landed underneath her foot. A scream came from her lips. She was injured. Step one complete.

In the changing rooms, it was hot and stuffy. Boys' sweat reigned as the supreme stench. Sweaty basketball shirts were draped over the lockers. God!

I opened the door to find the Wildcats mid-way through a game. Oh. Anyway... Coach Bolton sighed. I fished for the twenty dollar bill in my pink jeaned pocket. Right.

I strutted over to Troy (as only I  could do) and spread the nastiest rumour about Gabriella. Set to break his heart, rip it in two, then for me to stamp on it and pretend to pick up the pieces. This wasn't going to be a primary school plan. It was, it is, good. I placed a smug grin on my face.

I told him that Gabriella tore up all of Kelsey's compositions and called the Von Trapps to say that she was going solo. She was last seen in the hall snogging one of the geeky guys. Ooh, and that she paid me to tell him all of this. I took out the dollar bill as proof. His mouth was agape and a sole tear rolled down his eye.

My work is done.