Sharpay's Fabulous Adventure Page #2

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- Deal?

- So deal!

But if it doesn't work out,

you come back here and work for me.

At the country club.

- Work?

- A job.

That's the deal.

Prove yourself, or come back

in a month and work for me.

Fine. Prove myself it is!

Look!

Look, Boi, look!

- Sharpay?

- In the flesh and pastels!

- We've been awaiting your arrival.

- Then the wait's over!

We spoke on the phone.

I'm Marjorie Grande,

the manager for the building.

My pleasure.

Please, follow me to the penthouse.

Ooh!

I hope this is to your liking.

No. It's to my loving!

Boi, you've gotta see this.

- That's a dog.

- Try to get him to believe that.

I'm sorry.

There are no dogs in the building.

Sure there are. See?

The members of the co-op board

have a strict no-dog policy.

Well...

My father heads

our country club board,

so I'm sure that gives me

some kind of board immunity.

Miss Sharpay, this building

is pleased to have you.

This dog...

Not so pleased.

Miss Grande, Ma'am. If he goes, I go.

What are you doing?

Filming you.

Just keep doing what you're doing.

Do you always just film

totally stunning people on the street

that you don't know?

Only when I think the subject

is interesting.

And you look baffled and scared

and really pink.

So, yeah, interesting.

Are you paparazzi?

I'm a film student at NYU,

working on a short film.

The assignment is to capture

one unique New York story.

Maybe you're it.

So, you decided to film me

without my permission,

just for a school assignment?

- Yep.

- How dare you!

And my left side is better for close-ups.

I'm Peyton.

Sharpay Evans. Actress, heiress,

soon to be Broadway legend.

- Wait!

- About 105,

- but it's really not polite to ask.

- No...

I should know my own weight, okay?

No, I'm Peyton Leverett.

Our moms went to college together.

This is crazy!

I was on my way up to your apartment

to make sure you were okay.

And here you are.

Right, they told me to expect you.

Well, glad we could finally meet.

- Oh, and this is Boi.

- Well, nice to meet you, Boi.

So, why are you out here?

Is everything okay?

Not really.

When I rented this apartment online,

it never said they don't allow dogs.

And now they won't let us live here.

Yeah, well, it's their loss!

- Do you have someplace else to go?

- Okay, it's my loss and their loss!

Actually, the only place

I have to go is home.

And trust me, that is not an option!

Listen, there's an empty studio

in my building, if you're interested.

I'm friends with the building manager.

I'm sure I can make a call.

And...

Well, I'm sure I can make a call

and arrange something.

Maybe get you to see it.

Well, since I don't seem to have

any other options.

Bellman!

Oh, yeah, right.

Seriously?

Careful with those!

This is all I have to get by on

until the truck arrives

with the bulk of my things.

Oh! That's good.

Okay, now, go outside,

and then come back in

and give me even more of that

it's-the-end-of-the-world look. Okay?

- Hey, Peyton.

- Hey, Peyton!

- What's up?

- Off to acting class.

"Maggie, the cat is alive. I'm alive!"

Singing lesson.

Cool, guys. Okay.

Hey, this is Sharpay and Boi.

Hi, Sharpay. Hi, Boi!

Anyways, gotta go. See ya, Peyton.

- Nice meeting you, Sharpay.

- Later, guys.

Okay. Really, you're going to love

this place. Okay? Up you go.

Sorry. It's a pre-war building.

And during the war,

they didn't fight for an elevator?

Listen, the building has two things

going for it.

It's got something available,

and I live here.

Fine. But if I break a heel,

or a sweat, you're responsible.

Get my bags.

See? That wasn't so bad.

Yeah. Down the hall.

The one with the police tape

and chalk outline.

Really?

Kidding.

- You said this was a studio.

- It is.

No way! MGM was a studio! This?

This is a roach motel

with no room service.

Yeah, a studio apartment.

Sure, from certain angles,

it's a bit small.

A two-karat engagement ring

is a bit small!

This is a doll house!

- So what do you think?

- Forget it!

I'd need an entirely separate apartment

just for my lipsticks.

And where am I supposed to sleep?

- What is that?

- It's your bed.

That is not a bed.

It's a closet with a tongue.

You can't be serious!

- There is one really good thing about it.

- Yeah, sure.

See? This is my place!

Looking better, huh?

Am I missing something? Oh, right.

Space! Luxury! Maid service!

Let me guess.

You're used to being spoiled.

I'm not used to it. I just expect it.

You know, half this building

is filled with performers

who came here

with the same ambitions you did.

What makes you

so much better than them?

Money, breeding, talent, great hair,

perfect jaw line, chic taste.

How much time do you have?

All right, fine.

I tried to help you out

like my mom asked,

but whatever.

I'll find someone else to film.

The only problem is if I call my father

and tell him how I messed up

on the other apartment

and how I have nowhere to go but here,

and I ask for his help,

he'll make me come home and...

Work!

- So?

- So? Then I'll never get my big break.

Oh, and promise you won't call

your mother and tell her about this,

because then she'll call my mom

who will tell my dad,

and I don't think he really believes

I can make this happen.

He only gave me one month to prove it.

Well, then you've got one month

to prove him wrong.

Why did I do this?

I want my canopy bed

and my housekeeper.

And a shower that doesn't share a room

with a kitchen.

- Come on.

- Where to?

- Do you trust me?

- You suggested this place.

Yeah. Point taken. Come anyway.

Come on.

I hope you're taking me

to a better apartment

than what you just showed me.

Because let me tell you, if that's it?

No way! Absolutely no!

Just come on.

Just don't ask any questions.

I need luxury! Are you kidding me?

That was like a green, dark hole

that I never wanna be in ever again.

All right, here you go.

Butchy!

- Come on...

- Where are you taking me?

- You'll see. Come on.

- Why are we here?

All right, all right. Now, you're gonna

have to close your eyes.

- Close my eyes?

- Yeah, just close your eyes.

- Why?

- Because! Just do it.

All right, now. Keep them closed.

- Well, what if I hit into something?

- You won't. I got you.

All right, all right. Keep them closed.

All right.

- All right, you got them closed?

- Yes, I do.

All right, all right. Perfect. All right.

Now, stay here, keep them closed.

Keep them closed. All righty.

Keep them closed.

All right. Open them. Hit it, Butchy!

Wow.

I know.

When I left Indiana to go to school here,

I didn't know a soul either,

and I was just as overwhelmed as you.

But I had two things,

my dream and my camera.

And look at me now.

You still only have your dream

and your camera.

Yes, but I met you, didn't I?

So, something's working out.

Well, whenever people meet me,

things get better.

Look, you just have to adapt

to your surroundings.

And remember that for now

this is all just temporary.

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