Lisa is a young woman who has been coming to DGSM yourChoice for a number of years. She loves her time at the centre, especially the time she gets to spend on the computers. On the computers Lisa can find and watch her favourite videos, especially those showing clips from High School Musical or songs by her favourite band; Westlife. When you meet and talk to Lisa you soon realise how much she loves the music and the videos she watches. In her life, High School Musical is never very far away.
As I peeped behind the curtain, there she is. All five foot six of Sharpay. I feel a flutter of nerves as she confidently struts across the stage.
“This feeling’s like no other…” She belts out the words to the song at the top of her voice. She looks simply radiant. There is no way I could ever beat Sharpay to get the top spot.
Her brother Ryan is amazing too. As they both dance and sing their way round their stage, I know deep inside that I won’t get the part. Sharpay and Ryan are a team, they will surely both get the lead male and female parts. I don’t even have anyone to sing with me.
“I’ve finally found what I’ve been looking for… Doo doo doo doo… Woa-ah-ah-oh.”
As they sing the final words of the song, note perfectly, I might add, I feel like I am about to faint. My palms are sweaty. My breathing is speeding up. My heart feels like it is about to beat right out of my chest.
“Lisa.” I hear Mrs Darbus’ stern voice call me to the stage.
“Oh my god, I can’t do this.” I whisper to myself.
“Good luck… Lisa.” I look up. There’s Sharpay, and as usual her fake smile is plastered across her pretty face.
“LISA!” Mrs Darbus is shouting now.
I run onto the stage at hundred miles an hour. I skid to a halt on the cross. I feel like everyone in the world could be watching me right now. I honestly feel like I am about to collapse in a heap on this very stage.
I’m looking at my feet as they shuffle awkwardly from side to side. I look up and Mrs Darbus is peering at me over the top of her glasses. She looks slightly confused.
“Lisa, are you ready?”
I think to myself, am I ready? Can I even do this?
I nod at Mrs Darbus and in turn, she nods to Kelsi who begins tapping the piano and the tune of ‘Breaking Free’ comes out.
“We’re soarin’, flyin’, there’s not a star in heaven that we can’t reach…”
I realise I am singing so quietly. I look unconfident. I scold myself; I know I can do this. This is my dream. I look to the side and there he is, Troy Bolton. He nods at me enthusiastically and encouragingly. I can’t believe he is here. Two weeks ago, he caught me singing on the stage by myself. He sung with me. It was amazing, but, I never thought he would really turn up.
He walks on to the stage, his usual confident walk replaced with a slow and unsure stroll. He isn’t a singer, he is a basketball player. This is an entire different ball game for him.
“We’re trying, but we’re breaking free… You know the world can see us…In a way that’s different than who we are…”
My face breaks into a huge beaming smile. Troy Bolton is singing with me. I feel on top of the world.
“Creating space between us…’Till we’re separate hearts...”
We sing and dance our way round the stage. I have never sung so well in my entire life. Even if I don’t get the part, I am living my dream right now. I am performing with Troy Bolton.
We look at each other as we are about to sing our final lines. He stares deep into my eyes.
“Creating space between us…’Till we’re separate hearts.” We both sing the line in perfect harmony.
The theatre erupts into applause and cheering. My heart flutters as Troy hugs me as tight as he can.
“Well done Lisa.” He whispers into my ear.
Mrs Darbus runs onto the stage and hugs us both.
“You both have earned the lead roles, bravo Lisa, brave Troy!”
Out the corner of my eye, I can see Sharpay and Ryan’s anguished faces and however mean they look, it makes me feel even better.
I look out into the crowd and see all the smiling and cheering faces, and they are all looking at me. I’ve honestly never felt better.
“Lisa, Lisa, Lisssaaaa!”
“Huh…What?” I answer, confused.
“You really were in your own world then, weren’t you?” Becky says to me, with her usual warm smile on her face.
“It’s lunch time, you going to go get something to eat with Rosie?”
“Yeah.” I answer.
It had all been a dream, but for a few minutes, I really had been the star of High School Musical.