"Do you seriously want to watch
the school musical auditions?" Gabriella asks, with a quizzical face.
"Yes! The people who try out always suck." I chirp.
"That's kind of mean though," She replies.
I continue to unload my books from my locker to my already overfilled backpack.
"Gab, it's just for fun. Please come with me." I beg, shutting my locker door and reaching for her hand to pull her towards the auditorium.
"I can't, I have a math session with Mr. Conrad to catch up on the curriculum here." She explains, her face returning to her normal expression.
"Fine, but you'll regret it!" I jokingly say while letting my grip on her wrist lessen. She hastily turns around and yells an adieu.
——————
Immediately after I arrived in the auditorium, the first singer, a younger looking girl with freckles and short curly hair, took her place on stage and started singing. From the first word I had to cover my ears; her voice was uncontrolled and off pitch.
After watching her audition from the back, I took a seat in the very back so no one could see me. Unfortunately for me, someone did.
"Troy?" I whisper, looking over at the teenage boy pushing a janitor's cart.
"Amelia? What are you doing here?" He asks, startled.
"Shh!" I hush, hoping no one could hear us. "What are you doing here?" I ask, equally as shocked.
"I asked you first!" He exlaims, desperately trying to keep his voice down.
"Fine, I came here to watch
the crappy auditions. You?" I reply.
He looks down the hall both ways before leaving the janitor cart and stealing the seat next to me.
"I was thinking about auditioning." He admits.
A small chuckle escapes my mouth, "Are you serious? You're joking right?"
His face turns a bright shade of red, and it isn't until then I realized he was being serious.
"Only losers try out for the musical, and you're not a loser." I tell him.
His face changes from embarressed to suprised. "Wow, Amelia, that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me."
"I meant to the rest of the school dummy—don't flatter yourself." I remark, giving him an eye roll.
"There it is again, your famous eye roll." He jokingly points out.
"I do not!" I command. "Have a famous eye roll, I mean."
"Yes you do, every time I speak to you, you do that." He reports.
"That's because I don't like you." I mutter.
The next singer, a young man in a brown outdated suit, interrupts our quirrel, with his horrible singing.
"Wow, I can see why you came
to see this." Troy says, mouth gaping open over the dispicable singing.
Smirking, I give him the old fashioned I-told-you-so line and continue laughing at the audition.
——————
After Sharpay and Ryan's performance, both Troy and I
exploded in uncontrollable
laughter.
"I am definitely not trying out for
this musical anymore!" Troy admits, still laughing.
"How could anyone in their right
mind?" I reply.
"Troy? Amelia?" Ms. Darbus asks from the front of the room, startled.
We both automatically stop
laughing and give each other
a panicked look.
"If you think these auditions are so
halarious, why do you guys give it a try." She fumes.
"Oh, Ms. Darbus, I don't sing." I shouted, hoping she got the memo through her thick skull.
"To late, get up there now!" She demands.
Troy and I both shuffle our feet all the way up to the stage and take the music sheets.
"Troy, you take the first verse. Amelia, you take the harmony and second verse." She insists.
When the painist starts playing, my throat closes up and my stomach twists.
"Troy, I don't think I can do this. I can't sing in front of people." I whisper, hands shaking the papers.
"You'll be fine." He consoles.
"I can't—" I begin to say before he places his hand over mine to stop it from shaking.
"I believe in you." He assures, grabbing the mic to start singing. I follow his
action and grab my own, feeling less nervous than I was before.
It's hard to believe,
that I couldn't see,
that you were always
there beside me.
I take a deep breath and let the words slip through my mouth.
When I was alone,
with no one to hold,
you were always there
beside me.
All of sudden, I feel really connected
to the song and grab Troy's hand and turn to face him, staring into his eyes.
This feeling's like
no other, I want you
to know, that I've
never had some one
who knows me like
you do, the way you do.
And at that moment, when the piano stops playing, I snap back into my senses and drop Troy's hand and turn to Ms. Darbus, who looks stunned.
"Callbacks are next thursday at 3:30 in the auditorium." She informs us before leaving and shutting off the auditorium lights.
"What was that?" Troy asks.
"What was what?" I reply, not comprehending his question.
"I never knew you could sing." He marvels.
I set down the papers on top of the piano and exit the stage, down into the isle. "Yeah well, I don't." I explain.
"You obviously do, because that was amazing." He admits.
"Whatever you say, loverboy." I remark, opening the door that leads to the school hallway.
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Troy Bolton ♪ Faking Smiles
Fanfictiona story in which a sarcastic teenage girl falls in love with a basketball loving boy. [hsm 1] disclaimer; i do not own high school musical or any of their characters or plot. however i do own amelia wells and i would appreciate it if you would not c...
