Author's Note: Please review! Hope you enjoy this.
Disclaimer: I don't own Grease or High School Musical. I only own stuff you don't recognize.
Note: I am not putting Grease on the same level as High School Musical or comparing them in any way. I just thought it would be cool if I put them together.
You're the One That I WantChapter 1: Auditions
By musiclover94
"Ouch!" Sharpay rubbed her red and aching D&G-clad feet "Today was so not the day to wear heels. And its only second period!"
"Aren't you used to it by now?" her boyfriend, Troy, laughed.
Sharpay scowled. "We just got back from summer, and I practically live in flip-flo-look!" Sharpay said, limping toward the Theatre Notice Board they were passing on the way to World History.
East High presents…Grease!
Auditions:
September 2nd, 3rd, and 4th
5:30 to 7:00 p.m.
East High Center for the Arts
Without hesitation. Sharpay pulled an exuberant pink pen out of her binder and signed her name. She looked over expectantly at Troy and saw that he looked reluctant to add his name.
"Aren't you going to audition?" Sharpay asked.
"Well…I'm not really that into musical theatre and all that…" Troy said unconvincingly.
"What?! You were in Twinkle Towne last year with…"
"Hi Gabriella." Troy said, looking at the brunette walking down the hall.
"Hi Troy, hi Sharpay," she said, looking less excited seeing that Sharpay was there, "Ooh, what's this? I love Grease!" She pulled out a pen and signed her name below Sharpay's'.
"I hope I'm Sandy!" she said excitedly.
The bell rang.
"Ooh, I'm late for Geometry! See you later," she ran in the opposite direction.
"Ma! Ma! Ma!" Sharpay said to herself outside of the Center for the Arts Building. Troy laughed, but disguised it as a cough. Sharpay frowned.
"It's a warm-up! You should do them too." She said, going back to warming up. Troy rolled his eyes.
"What are you singing?" Sharpay asked.
"'Greased Lightnin''. All they guys have to. Can't wait to see Ryan sing it," Troy grinned slyly. Sharpay looked outraged.
"We have to sing 'Hopelessly Devoted to You'" she said, looking at her reflection in the mirror.
"Montez, Gabriella?" Mrs. Darbus said shrilly.
Gabriella jumped up as if she were sitting on hot coals and ran to the auditorium door. Sharpay rolled her eyes again.
The door was foolishly not soundproof, and Sharpay couldn't resist listening to Gabriella's audition.
But baby can't you see, there's nothin' else
for
me to do I'm hopelessly devoted to you
But now there's nowhere to
hide,
since you pushed my love aside I'm not in my head,
hopelessly devoted to you
Hopelessly devoted to you,
hopelessly devoted to you
Sharpay smirked in spite of herself. Gabriella was 'hopelessly' pitchy on the chorus.
"Evans, Sharpay and Ryan?"
"You're auditioning together?" Troy looked incredulous.
"Of course. We always do that!"
"You would be a couple in the play, though," Troy pointed out.
"Well, we played Romeo and Juliet, so everything else would seem pretty basic, wouldn't it?"
Troy lifted his eyebrows.
Sharpay strutted into the auditorium, closely followed by Ryan.
Troy heard their auditions, first together, and then separate.
(Danny)
Summer lovin' had me a
blast
(Sandy)
Summer lovin' happened so fast
(Danny)
I
met a girl crazy for me
(Sandy)
Met a boy cute as can
be
(Both)
Summer days driftin' away, to uh-oh those summer nights
But baby can't you see, there's nothin' else
for
me to do I'm hopelessly devoted to you
But now there's nowhere to
hide,
since you pushed my love aside I'm not in my head,
hopelessly devoted to you
Hopelessly devoted to you,
hopelessly devoted to you
Go grease lightning you're burning up the quarter
mile
(Grease lightning go grease lightning)
Go grease
lighting you're coasting through the heat lap trial
You are
supreme the chicks'll cream for grease lightning
Go grease
lightning you're burning up the quarter mile
(Grease lightning go
grease lightning)
Go grease lighting you're coasting through the
hit lap trial
You are supreme the chicks'll cream for grease
lightning
Lightning, lightning, lightning
Lightning,
lightning, lightning
Lightning
Troy grinned. Ryan sounded as out-of-place singing that as he had imagined.
The door clicked open and Sharpay sauntered out, looking smug, followed by Ryan, who looked like a walking tomato in a fedora.
"Bolton, Troy?"
Troy gulped and stood up.
Go grease
lightning you're burning up the quarter mile
(Grease lightning go
grease lightning)
Go grease lighting you're coasting through the
heat lap trial
You are supreme the chicks'll cream for grease
lightning
Go grease lightning you're burning up the quarter mile
(Grease lightning go grease lightning)
Go grease lighting
you're coasting through the hit lap trial
You are supreme the
chicks'll cream for grease lightning
Lightning, lightning,
lightning
Lightning, lightning, lightning
Lightning
"Thank you." Mrs. Darbus said, making a note on her clipboard.
"Thanks," Troy muttered and half-walked, half-ran out the door.
Author's Note: Please review. It ended kind of oddly, but that was the logical stopping point for me.