Sharpay's Fabulous Adventure Page #7

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Look, those mangy mutts

are bothering me

almost as much as

their disposable owners.

I actually had to have one of them

clean my toilet just to keep her away.

She thinks she's an actress.

She acts all right.

She acts just like

every other obsessed fan.

Wait.

Everything you said... You were...

Right?

Yes.

Thank you.

You must think I'm a total fool.

No. Not total.

Maybe my dad was right.

Maybe I'm not ready for this.

Maybe I should just go home

and... work for him.

I mean, did I really think

I was just gonna come to Broadway

and be a star?

Yes.

Because that's exactly how you think.

It's perfect.

Perfect is so hard.

And it doesn't prepare you

for disappointment.

Well, if it helps, you still look adorable,

even when you're disappointed.

Yeah, that doesn't help.

Look, Sharpay.

There is not a marquee big enough

or lights bright enough

to contain the fame you're gonna have.

Yeah, but not the way I've been doing it.

Like you said,

the Sharpay you know

isn't the Sharpay that has become

the Sharpay that is this Sharpay.

Did all the Sharpays follow that?

I sacrificed integrity for opportunity.

I let someone insecure distract me.

I cleaned a bathroom!

But worst of all,

I disappointed someone I care about.

I forgot what was really important to me.

I lost track of what I want.

And other than maid service and

a canopy bed, what is it that you want?

A fair fight. A lifetime in the spotlight.

And maybe you'll still let me be

in your movie.

I guess.

Okay, I can't say I approve of dating

beneath your station in life,

but fine. Go.

Hey, I got your text.

What's C-Q-M-T-W-I-L-G-T mean?

"Come quick. Major trouble.

Wow, I look great today." Duh.

I really should have gotten that.

Listen, Amber Lee Adams

isn't what you think.

A self absorbed, two-faced panther

who would eat her young alive

on a reality show rather than allow

anyone to steal her spotlight?

Okay, she's what you think.

Listen, I don't care if her parents

had to tie beef jerky around her neck

just to get the family dog

to play with her,

as long as Countess is at her side

on that stage.

That's what I'm trying to tell you.

She wants the part of the dog

written out completely!

- That's not fair!

- Too far.

Well, I am 12, remember?

Roger, we've been fighting

the wrong battle, each other.

We need to form an alliance

and work against a common enemy.

- Zits?

- Amber Lee.

Trust me,

the zit battle is one you won't win.

But what can we do?

Tonight is the dress rehearsal.

The audience will be filled

with members

of Amber Lee Adams' fan club.

I know, I saw the tweet.

Fine. Yes, I follow her, too.

Okay, we need to show people

exactly who Amber Lee really is.

It's time someone taught her

how to behave in the theater.

I like the way you think.

It's manipulative, but for a good cause.

Tell me what you need me to do.

- Hey, Amber Lee, I...

- Where have you been?

I have been trying to reach you all day.

Oh. Sorry, my phone

must have been turned off.

Without asking me first?

I just wanted to say good luck.

You know, I know you chose Countess

for this performance tonight,

and I'm fine with that.

Well, it was nothing personal,

but your phone was shut off,

so I couldn't talk to you about it.

I guess that won't happen again, will it?

We're good.

Hug? Okay.

Hello, everyone. I'm Gill, the director.

And I'm Neal,

the under-appreciated writer.

And we are thrilled that you're here

for our first performance

in front of an audience.

Does everyone here

know how to applaud?

Okay, how about the balcony up there?

- Okay, now.

- Can you hear us? You're good!

Will somebody please control

these wannabe werewolves?

Hello? People?

See, this is exactly why I didn't want to

do a show with dogs!

I'm the star, not them! Stage people?

Could somebody please put these rats

with rabies out of my misery? Anyone!

Finally, you idiot! What took so long?

Now, hurry up and get these flea-bitten

fur bags out of here!

- There are people waiting to see me!

- Okay, go now.

You think all those boring freaks

with no lives

came to worship two no-name mutts?

I don't think so! I'm the one they love!

Me! They came to see...

I knew I forgot to tell you something.

Careful, your mic's on.

You did this to me. You ruined me!

News flash! You ruined you!

Oh, what do you know?

You're a nobody!

The only reason you even wanted to be

my friend is so I'd choose your dog!

No, no. At first, I idolized you,

even more than myself,

which isn't easy.

But you're not at all

what I thought you were.

You and I are exactly alike.

Except I don't enjoy

letting people down.

I don't use people to feel better

about myself.

And I definitely don't wear yellow

and orange in the same week,

let alone the same outfit, okay?

Maybe I did think you and I were alike,

but not anymore.

In fact, I'd be embarrassed

if someone thought I was like you.

Well, I quit!

And without me, there's no show.

Now neither one

of your furry little friends

will have their shot and neither will you.

Blame her!

I'm sorry. Someone had to say it.

I'll go talk some sense into her.

You, out of this theater right now.

Wait, Sharpay.

If you go, then I'll go, too.

No. You wanted this as badly as I did.

This mess was my idea.

You win.

That's not what it feels like.

- Hey. Can I come in?

- Sure.

- So, you're really leaving, huh?

- Yeah.

I'm packing my carry-on stuff first.

- I wish you weren't going.

- Me, too.

Have you thought about

what you're gonna do now?

Move home where there's enough room

for my pores to open,

spend months in the spa getting

this layer of New York grime off my skin,

and mostly...

...miss you.

Look, I know exactly how to help that.

Don't go.

I already talked to my dad.

I guess I'm gonna start...

- You don't have to say it.

- Thank you.

What about your dream of being a star?

It's still there.

It's just a little bit more of a dream

than a reality.

- You know what today is?

- What?

I got here exactly one month ago.

My time was up tonight anyway.

Well, so then you still have eight hours.

This isn't how

my movie's supposed to end.

I guess it is.

This is Sharpay.

Uh-huh.

Sure. No, no. I'll be there.

That was the stage manager.

They want me to come to the theater

and clear out Boi's things.

I can go with you if you want.

I want.

And, so, Amber Lee has quit.

- Gone.

- Kaput.

The producers feel,

without a star, we can't open.

The time it would take to find someone

who could learn the role and do it well

might take weeks, and it would cost

too much to keep the production going.

But we want you all to know,

it was great almost working with you.

- I'm gonna meet you outside.

- All right.

Thank you for your hard work.

We are so, so sorry, people.

Wait! Wait, it's not over. It's not over.

Look, it doesn't have to be.

Look, there is someone who knows

the part by heart and who is amazing.

All right, maybe she's not a star yet,

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