Script

SIDE 1

JACK SCOTT

Well, folks, there seems to be a problem with the lights. Please make an orderly exit from the gym and head straight to the theater. Move it or lose it people - let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go!

CHAD

Run, Troy - you don't have much time.

(As BRAINIACS exit the lab, TAYLOR sees GABRIELLA dawdling.)

TAYLOR

Gabriella, what are you still doing here?

TROY, GABRIELLA

What do you mean?

CHAD

You want to sing? It's now or never.

TAYLOR

My laptop can only keep the lights out in the gym and chem lab for about five minutes.

GABRIELLA, TROY

You guys are the best!

CHAD, TAYLOR

Run!

END

SIDE 2

How crazy was that?!? Wow, so this is your private hideout?

Thanks to the Horticulture Club. I come up here when I want to be alone.

Must be tricky being the coach's son.

He's gonna freak when he hears about the singing thing.

You're worried?

Sometimes I don't want to be "the basketball guy." I just want to be, you know, me.

I know what you mean. At my other schools I was always "the freaky math girl." I hated it.

But you can't let people stop you from doing what you want to do, right?

Remember how cool kindergarten was? You'd meet somebody, and ten minutes later you were best friends.

Yeah, they didn't care if you could shoot hoops or solve equations.

Right. So you really want to do the callbacks?

Hey, just call me "freaky callback boy."

Thanks for showing me your top-secret hiding place. Just like kindergarten.

Be your best friend.
 

END