Troy Bolton and Isabella Montez come from two different worlds: Troy the Basketball God and Isabella the Smart, Stunning Geek. They meet on New Year's Eve and instantly click. When they meet again at East High School, they accidentally audition for...
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The next day, during their lunch period, Isabella was in the science classroom with Taylor and some of the other students from the scholastic decathlon team while Gabriella went to the library to finish some homework. Isabella sat on a stool as Taylor and the others stood in front of her. Taylor set down a laptop in front of Isabella and pulled up a slideshow.
"From lowly Neandrathal and Cro-Magnon, to early warriors and medieval knights. All leading up to..." Taylor said as she pressed a clicker to go through the slides before one of the male students unrolled a poster of a famous basketball player with a picture of Troy's head pasted on top of it, causing Isabella to giggle a little at it. "...lunkhead basketball man. 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." Taylor rambled as she gestured to the poster, causing Isabella to roll her eyes and look at Taylor in amusement as two of the others hung the poster on the wall. "But the path of the mind, the path we're on, ours is the path that has brought us to these people: Eleanor Roosevelt, Frida Kahlo, Sandra Day O'Connor, Madame Curie, Jane Goodall, Oprah Winfrey, and so many others who the world reveres." As each person was mentioned, Taylor clicked to a slide with their picture on it.
"Ah, but what is..." Isabella started to ask before shaking her head gently and starting to stand up. "I've got Kelsi waiting for me to rehearse."
"Isabella!" Taylor snapped, causing Isabella to jump before quickly sitting down again. "Sorry. Troy Bolton represents one side of evolution. And our side, the side of education and accomplishment is the future of civilization." Taylor exclaimed as she slammed a pointer against the chalkboard and then the counter. "This is the side where you belong."
As this was going on, Isabella didn't know that Troy was in the boy's locker room getting a similar lecture from his friends.
"Guys, if you don't know that I'll put 110 percent of my guts into that game, then you don't know me." Troy told his friends seriously while shaking his head in disappointment.
"But we just thought-" Chad started to say, causing Troy to quickly cut him off.
"No, I'll tell you what I thought. I thought that you're my friends. Win together, lose together, teammates." Troy exclaimed as he walked a little closer to the team, who surrounded a table with a bunch of pictures and a laptop on it.
"But suddenly the girl, and the singing." Chad said as he gently propped open the laptop, slowly, so that Troy wouldn't see as another teammate placed a webcam on top of it discreetly and started to record Troy.
"Man, I'm for the team! I've always been for the team. She's just someone I met." Troy exclaimed, not knowing that what he was saying was being live streamed to the laptop in the science room. Isabella watched the livestream of Troy talking and furrowed her brow in confusion. "All right, the singing thing is nothing. Just a way to keep my nerves down. It all means nothing to me. You're my guys and this is our team. Isabella 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?"
