Script

Audition Central: Old 341 - Disney's High School Musical JR.

Script: Gabriella Montez

SIDE 1

(TROY waits outside in the hall for GABRIELLA. They stare at each other in disbelief, finishing each other's sentences.)

GABRIELLA

I don't
 

TROY

(whispering)
 believe it.

 

 

GABRIELLA

Me

 

 

 

 

TROY

(whispering)
 either. But how

 

 

 

 

GABRIELLA

(whispering now too)
Why are you whispering?

 

 

 

 

TROY

Oh, well... my friends know I went snowboarding, but I didn't tell them about the singing thing.

 

 

 

 

GABRIELLA

Pretty crazy, right, meeting up again like this?

(TROY and GABRIELLA look at the bulletin board, where the audition sign-up sheets are posted. Behind them, SHARPAY eavesdrops.)

 

 

 

 

TROY

Hey... now that you've met Darbus the Deranged, I'll bet you can't wait to sign up for the show.

 

 

 

 

GABRIELLA

(laughs)
I won't be signing up for anything here for a while. But if you signed up, I'd consider coming to the show.

 

 

 

 

TROY

That's completely impossible.

 

 

 

 

SIDE 2

(TAYLOR moves next to GABRIELLA. SHARPAY takes out her spare phone, dials and whispers into it.)

 

 

 

 

TAYLOR

You're a genius.

 

 

 

 

GABRIELLA

Please, it's just an equation.

 

 

 

 

SHARPAY

(privately, into her spare phone)
Ryan, it's me. I need you to do something right now...

 

 

 

 

GABRIELLA

I thought Ms. Darbus took your cell phone.

 

 

 

 

SHARPAY

What? We always carry an extra, in case our agent calls.

 

 

 

 

TAYLOR

(to GABRIELLA)
Look, our Science Decathlon team has a big regional match on Friday. We've never won it before, but with you on our side,we might stand a chance.

 

 

 

 

GABRIELLA

Thanks, but I just want to get acclimated to the new school and all.

 

 

 

 

TAYLOR

Well... promise you'll think about it?

 

 

 

 

GABRIELLA

Promise.

 

 

 

 

SIDE 3

 

 

GABRIELLA

(stunned)
Where did those come from?

 

 

TAYLOR

Didn't you slip them in my locker?

 

 

 

 

GABRIELLA

Of course not.

(SHARPAY eavesdrops.)

 

 

 

 

TAYLOR

Well, we'd love to have you on the team. We meet almost everyday after school. Please?

 

 

 

 

SHARPAY

(interrupting, to GABRIELLA)
What a perfect way to get caught up... meeting with the smartest kids in the school.

 

 

 

 

TAYLOR

We've never ever won the Science Decathlon. You could be our answered prayer.

 

 

 

 

GABRIELLA

(still reluctant)
Well... okay, I guess I can do it.

 

 

 

 

TAYLOR

(hugging GABRIELLA)
Yay!

 

 

 

 

GABRIELLA

Okay, so like what do you know about Troy Bolton?

 

 

 

 

TAYLOR

Troy? He has his clique, I have mine. Watch how it works in the cafeteria. You'll see.

 

 

 

 

SIDE 4

(Lights up on the rooftop garden, Horticulture Club headquarters. It's a hidden oasis, filled with flowers in full bloom. TROY and GABRIELLA run on.)

 

 

 

 

GABRIELLA

How crazy was that?!?

(catching her breath)
Wow, so this is your private hideout?

 

 

 

 

TROY

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

 

 

 

 

GABRIELLA

Must be tricky being the coach's son.

 

 

 

 

TROY

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

 

 

 

 

GABRIELLA

You're worried?

 

 

 

 

TROY

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

 

 

 

 

GABRIELLA

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

 

 

 

 

TROY

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

 

 

 

 

GABRIELLA

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

 

 

 

 

TROY

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

 

 

 

 

GABRIELLA

Right. So you really want to do the callbacks?

 

 

 

 

TROY

Hey, just call me "freaky callback boy."

 

 

 

 

GABRIELLA

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

 

 

 

 

TROY

Be your best friend.

(TROY and GABRIELLA smile. And very tentatively, hold hands. Lights fade.)