High School Musical 3: Senior Year Page #2

- I'm Robo-Rob. I am...

- Don't break him. Don't break him.

- That's Chad's.

- Sure it is.

Now it's just like kindergarten.

Troy? You have guests.

Don't make me come up there

and get you again. Hi, Gabriella.

We'll be right down, Mom.

She really will come up here

if we don't go down.

Oh, OK.

Right there, right there. OK,

come on through. Come on. There you go.

Wow.

Hey, Troy.

So, when's the big game?

Uh, yesterday.

Oh, well. Good luck.

- Wow.

- She's so sweet.

What are you? I mean, who are you?

Good morning, Ms. Evans. I'm Tiara Gold.

I transferred

to East High from London

and I noticed on the board you're

in need of a personal assistant.

Yeah, with finals, prom, graduation,

I need someone tracking

my appointments and assignments.

Most important, I need someone

to run lines for the musical.

- That's a theater term for...

- Learning your role. I understand.

It's best to keep

science and math books together,

since those are

first lessons of the day.

How do you know my schedule?

I took the liberty of checking,

simply to make certain

I'd have your nonfat, no-foam,

soy latte ready for free period.

- One packet of sweetener?

- Organic.

I'll e-mail you my wardrobe choices each

morning so that our outfits won't clash.

If you own any orange, get rid of it.

By the way, like the accent.

It's... sweet.

Troy, my brother.

Can I have your gym locker?

- What?

- Like starting next week.

I'll be running the team next season

and it'll help me out with the guys.

- Yeah, why didn't I think of that?

- I don't know.

Tardy again. Later, bro!

Are you serious?

What about her... Hey.

All right, everyone. Settle down.

We are all excited about our Wildcats'

- top-to-bottom championships.

- That would be "back-to-back."

Whatever the case,

it was a grand slam. Well done!

And our student body president

and co-editor of the yearbook,

Taylor McKessie,

has important announcements.

Senior trip committee meets tomorrow

and reports Thursday to prom committee,

headed by Martha.

Pick up your tickets from her.

This year's theme is "The Last Waltz."

But don't be last to pick up tickets.

Graduation committee convenes Monday.

Picture deadline is Thursday

and finals study groups alternate

with all of the above. Questions?

What's the lunch special

in the cafeteria?

New York deli. Anyone else?

Moving on. Ms. Sharpay Evans, four-term

president of the drama club,

spring musicale report.

Well, with prom, finals,

everyone is so busy.

I was thinking

I'd select something modest.

Perhaps even a one-woman show.

A little light on the sign-ups, Kelsi?

No. We're actually doing pretty well.

Well, well, well.

Almost the entire homeroom.

How inspiring!

I will happily see all of you

at free period to discuss the show

and to make a very special announcement.

I'll be retaking my finals two or three

times. I'm moving into the library.

I'm working on my truck every day.

I've got five recipes

for Family Science final.

We've got a yearbook to edit, so no.

Sorry! Jeez. I thought since it was the

last show, everyone would want to do it.

- You're wrong.

- We just don't have time.

Hey. Hey, you guys, listen up.

Kelsi's right. We should do this.

This is our last chance

to do something together.

All of us. Something really fun.

Oh, yippee.

So, what do you say, Wildcats?

No, I still don't think

it's a good idea.

- Guys, come on! It's our senior year!

- Troy.

We're all in this together.

This is our senior year.

I'm in.

What?

- It will be fun.

- Yes!

- Oh, boy.

- How much time will it take?

Yeah. And what the heck

is the show about?

You, Mr. Danforth.

Me?

The spring musicale is all about you.

Hold up. If it's about me, then

can I have my ball back? Please?

- It's about all of you.

- Go!

And all of you will create it.

A show about your final days at

East High. We'll call it Senior Year.

Genius.

Uh-uh-uh! Playing a role is easy,

but being yourself,

now that's a challenge.

Miss Darbus, exactly...

Kelsi will compose,

Ryan will choreograph

- and I will direct.

- Thank you.

Now, I have

some very important news from...

...the Juilliard School

in New York City,

America's preeminent college

for the performing arts.

And for the first time

in East High history,

Juilliard is considering four of you

for one available scholarship.

- Miss Sharpay Evans.

- I'm already packed.

- Mr. Ryan Evans.

- Dance.

- Miss Kelsi Nielsen.

- What? They got my letter?

They certainly did.

And, lastly, Mr. Troy Bolton.

What?

Juilliard will be sending

representatives to observe our show.

So good luck to our four applicants.

Yeah, nice. Nice, guys.

That's pretty funny.

So... who's the big comedian?

- Is there something wrong?

- Yeah. Yeah, I didn't apply.

- I've never heard of Juilliard.

- Well, that may be, Mr. Bolton,

but evidently Juilliard

has heard of you.

And as you create this show,

you must dig deep

and think about your aspirations

and dreams for the future.

Line up, downstage, please.

Let's begin with Mr. Danforth.

Step forward, please.

Your future.

It's easy. It's U of A.

Hoops all the way.

- Yeah.

- Miss McKessie.

I'm going to be the President

of the United States.

Oh.

I'm going to finish

college first, of course.

Martha Cox, you're late.

I'm sorry, I just thought maybe

we could use a few more dancers.

I feel a show coming on already!

Mr. Bolton.

- Mr. Bolton.

- Hmm?

- Your future.

- Oh, yeah, uh...

You know... uh...

I've been thinking about...

Uh...

I think we should stage

the perfect prom.

Golly gee, how adorable.

What do I want?

Gosh, I wouldn't know

where to begin.

But I know where it ends.

Center stage.

A single spotlight.

A huge marquee that reads...

New York deli platter, please.

- How can you think about food?

- Maybe because it's lunch time?

No pickles.

Throw that Big Apple parfait in.

OK, this show is our last shot, Ryan.

Sharpay's meal, please.

Thanks. That's great.

Troy pretended

to know nothing about Juilliard.

- Give me a break.

- He seemed surprised to me.

The theater fairy magically

sent in Troy's application?

Performers can't fool me. They're

deceitful, ambitious and ruthless.

- Aren't we performers?

- Exactly.

Hmm.

# lmagine having everything

we ever dreamed

- # Don't you want it?

- # Maybe

- # Can't ya see it?

- # Kinda

# lmagine first audition

after college I get the lead

- # A part for me?

- # Well, of course

- # Yeah, right, keep talking

- # You gotta believe it

- # You and I, all the fame

- # Sharpay and what's-his-name

- # Sound exciting?

- # Inviting

- # Let's do it then

- # Listening

# Personal stylist

agent and a publicist

- # But where do I fit into this?

- # With you, we can win

- # Win the part?

- # Think bigger

- # Become superstars?

- # That's better

# Don't you see that bigger is better

# And better is bigger

# A little bit it is never enough

No, no, no

# Don't you want it all?

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