#like sharpay sets up the musical cue for
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
oysters-aint-for-me · 1 year ago
Text
Tumblr media
my cat when i get up at 3 am to go to the bathroom and walk by his “empty” food bowl without refilling it
29 notes · View notes
poetsprophecy · 4 months ago
Text
mari might have seen the clip of harry during that interview, a cute little giggle as she agreed that troy and gabriella were the real villains. she believed sharpay behaved rationally for what was actually happening to her throughout the events of the film. mari pulled the phone off of her ear and placed him on speaker phone, sinking down further into her seat. "i don't wanna be like cinderella sitting in a dark, cold, dusty cellar, waiting for somebody to come and set me free," mari giggled as she spoke in a sing-song tune. "i would always have that song blasting throughout my mom's car. i could imagine myself in my own little music video playing the part of cinderella and breaking out on my own." mari couldn't remember when she had a genuine conversation about her interests. most of her interviews were about her next music video, album, only anything career related. if it were an interview about her interests, it had mostly to do with being sponsored by that drink company, etc. "specifically toy story 2? what about that one did you like more than the other two? lilo and stitch is a classic. stitch was always so cute growing up. i always loved their references to elvis throughout the movie." she paused for a moment. "smart house... that has katey sagal in it! i've seen it once or twice, but i haven't watched it in a long... long time. however, i do remember being somewhat afraid of my own house becoming that smart and turning against me? it might have been my overactive imagination." cue a soft laugh.
mari couldn't determine if it was a smart thing for her to do, to reveal that she was this mega popstar. would he even believe her? why would he believe her? a random stranger on an internet chat room. part of her felt like he would - which is one reason why she was bringing up her. at the last moment, she chickened out. "you were a plus one at her new year's party?" what an incredible non-invisible string coincidence. "did you have fun? and oh, i, um.. i love her music, too." she paused for a moment. "what other artists do you like?" maybe she could hide the real reason she brought it up by transferring the conversation to their next topic. though, she did make a mental note that his sister was a fan. maybe she would send a package filled with veronica moon inspired goodies.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
“i love that you have to separate your favorites by category. i’m the same way.” with his device still on speaker phone, he opened an app on his phone to dim the lights. the conversation felt private, as though someone would be intruding if they listened in. it wasn’t like this was the first time he talked about his favorite movies. in interviews, he often got wrapped up in talking about his interests. not only that, he got wrapped up in asking the interviewer about their interests too. a clip of him talking about troy and gabriela being villains went viral on tiktok, followed by his name trending after the internet decided he should be the next disney prince. “i haven’t seen sleeping beauty. most of the princess movies bored me as a kid, but i love the cheetah girls. cinderella is a criminally underrated song.” when harry and his sister were younger, they consumed media constantly. from movies, to youtube videos. growing up in connecticut, there wasn’t much to do. after their parents got a divorce, there was even less to do — so they experienced music and movies together. they walked down to the local theater and saw plays. their childhood was them against the world — they always looked out for one another. “i have a few. lilo and stitch and toy story 2 are my favorite animated ones. have you ever seen smart house? i was obsessed with it. i’d watch it daily.”
harry held his breath after his confession, letting out a relieved laugh at her question. he’d been so worried, only for her to sound understanding and empathetic towards his situation. often, he felt guilty for feeling so stressed. if he complained, he’d seem ungrateful. instead, harry sucked up his anxieties and pushed forward. he liked knowing that he had someone that’d hear him out when things overwhelming. he knew he could call ada or their parents, but they wouldn’t get it. it felt easier to explain his problems to someone he didn’t feel responsible for. “i appreciate it. same goes for you. i’m always here if things get too real.” he spoke gently, a small smile playing on his lips. at the mention of veronica moon, harry’s ears perked up. he wouldn’t call himself a super fan, but he was familiar with a lot of her music due to ada’s obsession. his sister ran a rumor about veronica moon by him every now and then, but harry didn’t like to speculate. he wasn’t nearly as famous as her and he still hated reading headlines about himself. he could only imagine what it was like to be her — to have people dictating your every move, to have the public believe anything that was said about you. “i know who she is, yeah. i was a plus one at her new year’s party last year.” he bragged. “i’ve never met her but my sister, ada, has her music playing on a loop. why? are you a fan?”
46 notes · View notes
mostlymovieswithmax · 3 years ago
Text
Movies I watched in July
Once again I’m doing my monthly round-up of movies I’ve watched. This was a good month for the cinema getting back on track and seeing new releases including the new M. Night movie, Old and James Gunn’s The Suicide Squad. Pretty sure Marvel put out a new movie also. I’m hoping that this list can help in guiding a decision about what to watch (or what to avoid) and introduce people to movies they may otherwise not have heard of or bothered to see. These short reviews are my own subjective opinions on each individual movie and maybe a more informal approach to movie criticism can help include others who are just passing through. Here is every film I watched from the 1st to the 31st of July.
Bridesmaids (2011) - 4/10
Off to a good start. I won’t say Bridesmaids is a terrible movie but I don’t think I’m exactly the target audience. As far as I know, this is a beloved comedy but I just can’t get on board with all the boring, juvenile humour; with Maya Rudolph shitting in the street, with Rose Byrne and Kristen Wiig trying to one-up each other at a toast that went on forever, with Melissa McCarthy shitting in a sink… the conflict is so done to death and makes the movie feel unspecial. I do understand the appeal of the film, especially for women in that before this movie the likelihood of seeing something like this, where women play up the more crass and gross side of comedy, was probably few and far between. But the story is very tired and while I did appreciate some moments, namely a couple of decent jokes and some of the more intimate scenes, for the most part it felt like they wanted to corner a more quiet type of line delivery in a way that was supposed to be understated but very funny so as to not rely on over the top body language or musical cues, and it ended up being super dull.
Tumblr media
Spectre (2015) - 7/10
As far as I can tell, a lot of people don’t like this instalment of the James Bond franchise… but I really enjoyed it! I’ve really taken a shine to these Daniel Craig-era Bond movies and while I can’t say any of them are the most amazing thing, I have a lot of fun with them. The biggest problem I have with Spectre is the villain being utterly pointless and uninteresting in basically every way. The idea of every villain Bond has fought before being tied to this one organisation controlled by this one guy is ridiculous, and what makes it worse is that the villain is barely in it! There’s so much that doesn’t come together in this but as it goes, I still had a really good time. Daniel Craig holds the whole thing together; he is excellent as 007 and the main reason I’m up for each of these movies is because of him. Sam Mendes directs again after the previous instalment and for what it’s worth I do think he does a good job with some of the action set pieces and the locations. I’m so ready for No Time To Die.
Shazam (2019) - 7/10
Shazam is a genuinely fun superhero movie that doesn’t take itself seriously at all. I was having a great time throughout and while it could conform to some of the same tropes we’re used to with these kinds of movies, it still remained playful and used the character of Shazam to his fullest potential in a way that showed an understanding of just how silly the idea of a kid who can turn into an adult and shoot lightning out of his hands is.
High School Musical (2006) - 6/10
So as you may or may not know, I co-host a podcast: The Sunday Movie Marathon. It’s a film podcast and every week I get together with my other co-hosts and watch movies. For episode 38, we watched the High School Musical trilogy. This first movie blew me away. I was really surprised with just how much fun I had, and if you want to hear more of my thoughts on the film, please listen to episode 38 of the podcast.
High School Musical 2 (2007) - 4/10
We then jumped into the second and while it’s certainly not as good as its predecessor, there are still some brilliant songs that manage to top the last movie. Again, more of what I have to say can be heard on episode 38 of the podcast.
Tumblr media
High School Musical 3: Senior Year (2008) - 3/10
Senior Year was pretty hard to get through. I don’t remember it being as bad as it was, but then I didn’t really remember it anyway. It did however have one redeeming quality, which you can discover on episode 38 of the podcast.
The Piano Teacher (2001) - 9/10
What the fuuuckkkk. The Piano Teacher is horrendously affecting and I was so upset when it ended, maybe not because it’s not what I wanted but because it’s just so fucking dour and unrelenting. This is the second Haneke movie I’ve seen (after the original Funny Games) and I’m so impressed with how well executed it is. Following a woman who teaches piano, we get a glimpse into the life she lives, how sheltered she is from living with her mother at an age where you’d reasonably expect a person to be living alone or with a partner or friends (even going so far as to be sleeping in the same bed as her), and how repressed she is sexually. It’s clear she’s never experienced any kind of sexual interaction or romantic love with another person, so she goes out of her way to take control and make that happen. The upsetting nature of it comes from just what she does in pursuit of it or as a result of her repression, and what is done to her. It is by no means a movie to recommend to your parents but The Piano Teacher offers so much in terms of the ideas it presents (and I’ll admit there seems to be a lot more going on than I think I picked up on a first go round) about women in modern society, and about the portrayal of sex and expectations of people when it comes to how that is represented in a person’s character depending on their gender. I really enjoyed this movie but it is not for the faint of heart.
Sharpay’s Fabulous Adventure (2011) - 1/10
My podcast co-hosts decided it’d be a right laugh to add Sharpay’s Fabulous Adventure to this episode and that might have been a fun idea for them because they got to watch it together, but I was just watching it alone. Just a 24-year-old man watching Sharpay’s Fabulous Adventure alone and having a miserable time, I might add. But for a short and sweet ramble on what we all thought, please listen to episode 38 of The Sunday Movie Marathon podcast.
Dr. No (1962) - 6/10
A lot of very iffy parts of this movie. A lot of discomfort arising from how black people are portrayed that really didn’t sit right with me. As far as a Bond movie goes, this first instalment in the series is one I’ve seen before and it’s not wholly engaging but it plants the seeds for the rest, with Sean Connery breathing life into the role and making an otherwise lacklustre plot bearable.
Tumblr media
Black Widow (2021) - 6/10
I think probably the best part about Black Widow is the experience I had while watching it. It was great being back in the cinema with a couple of friends in a packed theatre. The energy was high and I’m sure for a lot of people, this is the first time they’d been to the cinema since Endgame. For what it’s worth, I did have a lot of fun with Black Widow and I’ve explained more of what I thought about the movie in episode 39 of the podcast.
The Climb (2020) - 10/10
The Climb was added to Now TV recently and I already knew I loved it, having seen it in an empty cinema theatre last year, which I had an absolute blast with. The Climb details the years of a rocky friendship told over scenes filmed as one-shots. Not only is the presentation something to gawk at, but the performances by the two leads playing these friends with a terrifically dysfunctional dynamic is truly captivating. They’re both trying to figure out their own lives and where one can come across as being rather selfish, the opposite is true in his counterpart, whom everyone loves. This is a truly funny and heartwarming movie with a lot to say about how we choose to live our lives and who we choose to be with. It’s a shame the distributors of The Climb didn’t do a very good job because if not for it being available on Now TV, it would be near impossible to watch without forking out more money than is necessary to purchase a film.
From Russia With Love (1963) - 5/10
The second Bond movie. I thought perhaps I’d change my mind on it with another watch, having seen it for the first time maybe a year ago. But no, it’s still largely boring and it treats women like absolute garbage. From Russia With Love is one of those movies I forget as I watch it, and I was trying very hard (in the middle of the day!) not to fall asleep.
The Good, The Bart, and The Loki (2021) - 1/10
I don't usually talk about the short films I watch but for this I'll make an exception. As we all should know, Disney owns The Simpsons now, through their acquisition of Fox, so, coupled with another of their properties, that being Marvel, they decided to make a six-minute animated film wherein Marvel’s Loki is stranded in Springfield. This felt as though it was a minute long due to the horrendously jarring pacing; it is a movie that feels adamant that it needs to exist, while trying as hard as it can to be over as soon as possible. It serves only to stare the audience directly in the face and say “look, characters from The Simpsons are dressed as Avengers”, shit out three credit scenes, then end before you’ve even processed the atrocity you just bore witness to.
Tumblr media
Russian Ark (2002) - 8/10
For this next episode of the podcast, we watched a few Russian movies, starting with Russian Ark, a film shot completely in one take as the camera moves about a luxurious museum in a first-person perspective as this main character watches what is happening around him, seeing people moving about the place but unable to interact with them, guided only by another man who seems to be just slightly out of his own perception of reality. This is a tremendous feat in filmmaking and more can be heard about what I have to say in episode 39 of The Sunday Movie Marathon podcast.
Ivan’s Childhood (1962) - 7/10
For my own pick of Russian movies to discuss on the podcast, I chose the debut feature from one of my favourite directors, Andrei Tarkovsky. It’s amazing that while this is not his best film by far, Ivan’s Childhood is still such a stellar debut, jumping around in its timeline as it details a child’s experience in the second world war. Again, I do go into more depth in episode 39 of the podcast, so be sure to check that out.
Outlaw (2019) - 1/10
The third movie chosen for this marathon is apparently the fourth Russian LGBTQ+ movie ever made. I’m unsure of the ultimate goal of this movie but what seems to be clear is that it hates the LGBTQ+ community. This is perhaps the worst film we’ve discussed on the podcast to date, so listen to episode 39 to understand exactly why it’s such trash.
Almost Famous (2000) - 7/10
I too love heavy music and also studied journalism so it stands to reason that a movie about a teenager who makes his way onto a band tour, following them through America and interviewing them as they hang out and play shows is going to be a premise that resonates with me. This certainly did. I enjoyed Almost Famous a lot; this kid is living the dream and I was so along for the ride, seeing a lot of myself in what was being portrayed. That said, the story itself is at times a bit by the numbers and I really would’ve been more on board if the visual component was more interesting. For what it is, technically it’s fine enough but nothing in that department ever jumped out at me.
Tumblr media
Minari (2021) - 8/10
It’s crazy that this didn’t get a theatrical run where I live in the UK. It feels as though I complain about film distribution all the time but I really don’t understand the process by which a movie gets no cinematic release and yet, months later will pop up on the front shelf of hmv, taking pride of place. But of course I got the blu-ray straight away. Minari has a lot to say about the immigrant experience, specifically in America as a family comes over from Korea and tries to start a business and make something of themselves. You get to see a lot of what you might not think twice about when you think about immigration: the hardship of coming from a place where you know everyone to somewhere rural and sparsely populated, having to make friends with locals and integrate within the community; the strain it can put on a family and on a marriage where this idea is presented about the importance of making it on your own in order to live and not just survive, while also taking into account why you’re doing it in the first place and the value you place on being part of a family that you decided to make because that was more important than money, than economy, than proving you were good enough to make it in a place that gave you very little advantage from the offset. This concept of the promised land, of the American dream is a construct. There are times when it’s not pretty, when you have no running water, or you’re in debt, or a family member is dying and it just feels like you’ve been dealt as bad a hand as you can get. But it is better to know you’re not facing all that alone.
Roma (2018) - 10/10
This was my recommendation for the podcast episode on Alfonso Cuarón movies. Roma is as beautiful as it is heart-wrenching and I would recommend listening to episode 40 of the podcast to find out more about my thoughts.
An American Werewolf In London (1981) - 8/10
In all fairness, London is enough to make anyone a little crazy at the best of times. An American Werewolf in London showcases some fantastically grotesque effects, akin to something like Carpenter’s The Thing, in showing the dead brought back to life and a horrifically gory transformation scene. Although the film is from the perspective of an American protagonist, directed also by an American, the depiction of British culture and climate is something I’ve not seen many films pull off quite so well, and I was pleasantly surprised at the more comedic tone the film has overall, which is something that works more in its favour than straight horror would.
The Party’s Just Beginning (2018) - 6/10
Karen Gillan’s directorial debut is… pretty good! There are a lot of ideas I like in this movie: a woman living life and through convenient circumstances, is confronted with death in many ways. Gillan obviously knows her homeland as well as she can, imbuing the whole thing with an intensely Scottish vibe (though maybe not in the same vein as something like Trainspotting) that makes it a bit more unique than a more run of the mill movie of this ilk, backed up in no small part by her own main performance. The plot itself is no great diversion from the kind of story I’m used to with these smaller movies and for something that’s trying to include messaging about transgender issues and suicide, it probably could have been handled better or done in a different way.
Tumblr media
Solaris (1972) - 9/10
Another Tarkovsky joint, one I thought I’d revisit to see if there was indeed more to get out of it a second time. Well, it’s no surprise that yes, there was certainly more to get out of it. Solaris is a crazy trip of a movie and I would liken it to Kubrick’s 2001 in terms of how grand the scale of it feels. Yet this is a film that comes across as deeply personal, choosing to focus on a specific character as he goes to a space station to help those on board who are experiencing some kind of emotional crises, only to feel the effects of the planet, Solaris invading his own mind as it has the crew. To many, I can see this lengthy Russian sci-fi being a tad slow but my personal experience is one of deep engagement. Solaris pulls its viewer in a lot of different directions and it is always doing something unexpected in terms of where its narrative goes. There’s a lot to think about with the movie and thankfully it’s no chore to watch again.
Y Tu Mamá También (2001) - 9/10
Another recommendation for the podcast episode on Alfonso Cuarón movies. This is a very relaxed experience, following three young people as they go on a road trip, visit different places and have sex. Listen to episode 40 of The Sunday Movie Marathon podcast for more of my thoughts.
Children of Men (2006) - 10/10
My favourite Cuarón movie, one that never stops being tense as its characters are constantly moving towards the end goal. Set in a future where humans are infertile, the oldest living person is 18, and London is the last city in the world that’s still keeping it together, somewhat. This is masterclass filmmaking. Listen to episode 40 of the podcast for more insights.
Minority Report (2002) - 5/10
I’m really not the biggest fan of Spielberg… Minority Report is an interesting movie in terms of its concept of stopping crimes before they happen by way of prediction, but I just didn’t connect with the heart of it. The colouring is way too overexposed in a way that’s supposed to be eliciting a futuristic vibe but instead feels so early-2000’s in the worst way. My biggest problem with Minority Report is just how long it is, clocking in at two hours and twenty-five minutes which allows for a lot of meandering, all while never quite developing characters enough for you to care about.
Tumblr media
Caché (2005) - 9/10
Oh god! Another Michael Haneke movie! Here we see a couple periodically sent video tapes featuring hours of footage of the outside of their house. The anxiety ratchets up and the mystery gets deeper with every minute. There’s always at least one moment in any of his films that have so far made me realise just how out of my depth I am. Caché is no exception, and I won’t spoil anything here because I think it’s better just to watch the movie and see for yourself. He is a director that wants the audience to know something and that something is never what is explicitly shown at face value; it is pressed into the fabric of the film - plainly evident, yet hidden. Caché is so stupidly clever in displaying its themes and messaging - making reference to the Siene Massacre of 1961 as well as a deeper study of colonialism - and there’s no way to change a single detail of it without risking the Jenga tower crumbling to the ground. It all works in tandem. It is passion and fury and haunting.
Coco (2017) - 7/10
Pixar had a string of around seven forgettable movies before this point so thankfully Coco emerged to show the company still had something good in them. Coco deals a lot with themes of death and legacy, remembering those who are gone in order to preserve them and while its plotting is quite basic and there are certainly moments that either drag or cannot escape the same Pixar formula, most of what the movie has to offer is a lot of fun, with creative, colourful animation and emotional beats that resonate the way they’re supposed to.
Incredibles 2 (2018) - 5/10
Oh, they almost had it! There's a lot here that could have been explored in far more interesting ways. Setting Incredibles 2 directly after the events of the first movie was not a good idea. If it had taken place five or ten years after, the characters could have been in different places in life and it would feel as though they'd actually changed and developed. But instead of trying to be a film that actually cares about its characters and the journeys they go on, a lot of the film is wrestling with the idea that Bob isn't supportive of his wife and Jack-Jack has to fight a raccoon… They have to shoehorn in a villain that in no way compares to the genius of the original. The ending of the original introduces another antagonist that gets wrapped up within this film's first ten minutes, except they don't catch him and he's never mentioned again. It's a real shame because the animation is fantastic and the acting is superb and there are great ideas sprinkled throughout. It just doesn't come together.
Toy Story 4 (2019) - 6/10
I was rather reluctant to watch Toy Story 4 because from the get-go I’m not really here for sequels being made just for the sake of it. Everyone loves Toy Story and making another one is a sure fire way to make money. This is the first time I’ve seen Toy Story 4 and for what it’s worth, I did enjoy it. The animation is immaculate and that alone feels like a huge flex from Pixar who tend to step up the game when it comes to animation in film, despite not having the best track record for films generally at this point. While it was nice to see these characters again, I found a lot of them to be side-lined (namely Buzz) in favour of a story that focuses mainly or entirely on Woody, who I just don’t like as much as in the previous movies. Generally the movie is good and decent enough but there’s no real antagonist and the plot is quite loose… it doesn’t feel as though it needed to be made from a story point of view.
Tumblr media
Onward (2020) - 6/10
And with that I have seen every Pixar movie. And Onward is a fine one to go out on. While I don’t think it compares to the likes of earlier Pixar it’s still pretty fun. Or maybe I’m just a sucker for a medieval setting filled with bright colours and magic! Speaking of which, the animation was super and the medieval quest element is something that hooked me with the film. Again, plot-wise it does feel very familiar and I don’t know, maybe I’m past the point now of expecting Pixar to mix it up where their formula for story-telling is concerned but the movie is quite predictable. Nonetheless, while I’m not rushing back to see Onward I would hardly turn it off or refuse if someone wanted to watch it.
Old (2021) - 3/10
Oh boy! New M. Night movie dropped and my word, was it fun! For more of my thoughts on this… masterpiece (?) of a movie, please direct your attention to episode 41 of The Sunday Movie Marathon podcast.
T2 Trainspotting (2017) - 5/10
Trainspotting is perhaps one of my favourite movies and I had never bothered with the sequel, 20 years on, because the ending of that first movie is so conclusive. T2 felt more an excuse for these guys to get together again and in that, I probably would have preferred a couple of pictures on Twitter of the main cast and director, Danny Boyle having dinner or something. This is a fine movie - very arty in its presentation but meandering and dull in its story that doesn’t offer much in the way of proof that it had to exist.
Taste of Cherry (1997) - 9/10
What makes life worth living? This is a central question and theme of Taste of Cherry, and one that leaves such interpretation not only up to its central character but to the viewer as well. This film got me thinking about times in my life when I truly have had no answer to hard questions. Because it’s hard to convince people of things they are so adamantly against and harder still to rationalise what you believe if you’re not even entirely sure why you believe it in the first place. We are all of us alive and in recognising that, does that make it precious? And if indeed living is not a happy thing, why then should we fight so hard to preserve it? I felt upset as I watched this movie because I’ve been asked these kinds of questions before and it makes me feel stupid when I’m unable to answer. But the only real answer I can give is, everything. And if you can’t see the point then you’re not looking hard enough. Taste of Cherry is beautiful in its exploration of these topics and in its overall presentation, offering some of the best visuals in any movie I’ve seen - fitting for a feature with so much to say about the beauty of life - and an ending that as much pulls the rug out from under you as it does pull you out of the dark and make you realise just how lonely you’ve felt.
Tumblr media
Bones (2001) - 2/10
Snoop Dogg is Jimmy Bones! This film is super funny but I’m not sure it’s trying to be and I really didn’t love it overall. But I do talk more in depth about it in episode 41 of the podcast.
The Duchess (2008) - 5/10
Another recommendation for the podcast. The Duchess was pretty much exactly what I thought it was going to be and there’s a lot to like about it but generally it’s a bit sparse. For more chat on the movie, listen to episode 41 of the podcast.
The Man With One Red Shoe (1985) - 1/10
This was another one for the podcast and man, was it awful. We had to watch it at 1.5x speed towards the end because it just wasn’t getting finished otherwise. To find out more, make sure to listen to episode 41 of the podcast.
The Emperor’s New Groove (2000) - 7/10
Pull the lever, Kronk! Haha! Slays me. I do quite miss this era of Disney, where the animation was hand-drawn and the stories were actually compelling and funny. The Emperor’s New Groove is vibrant, it’s got great characters and memorable moments that will forever be ingrained in the memory of culture. All in all, it’s just a solid flick that doesn’t waste time, developing the standard fall from glory type of arc but smoothly and in an entertaining way.
The Suicide Squad (2021) - 8/10
Oh, bloody hell! They actually made a good one! The Suicide Squad is not only better than the ‘Suicide Squad’ of 2016 in every way, it’s a genuinely great film! This time, James Gunn (director of Marvel’s Guardians of the Galaxy movies) is at the helm and it seems clear that Warner Bros. basically let him do what he wanted with the movie, as it doesn’t seem to bog itself down with the restrictions of a more family-friendly rating. The result of this is a far cleaner, colourful film with a clearer vision that takes from early Vietnam movies and uses that style to craft a superhero/villain movie that differentiates itself among the copious amount of existing films of the genre.      The Suicide Squad wastes very little time, introducing fun, crazy characters we’ve not seen on the big screen before and isn’t worried about killing a whole bunch of them, with standouts being Elba’s Bloodsport, Melchior’s Ratcatcher 2, Stallone’s King Shark (expertly rendered with fantastic visual effects), and Robbie’s returning interpretation of Harley Quinn.      A lot of Gunn’s trademark sense of humour is laced throughout and more often than not, it hits. The audience at the cinema were truly loving this movie and I’ll admit, I was right there with them. This mix of the gritty, gory and absurd is not something that should work as well as it does but the basic premise of the film is already so silly (and boy, do they know it) that it just works! Certainly one of the best DC movies since The Dark Knight and one I’d be more than happy to watch again. This is what the modern comic book movie should be: just balls to the wall fun!
Tumblr media
69 notes · View notes
statticscribbles · 3 years ago
Text
Wildcats
Summary: Kevin Keller/Male reader, one-shot, Riverdale High is putting on a production of High School Musical, Kevin is directing it, Toni is in charge of choreography, and the reader is in charge of lighting and sound design
Kevin Keller was far too intensely involved in Riverdale High’s theatre department. It’s how the two of you met so you aren’t seriously complaining but he was so excited about the upcoming play, and gave you only one hint.
“We’re going to need a lot of teamwork to make this play come together.” he wink and you know he’s meant for that to be the hint for you and the rest of the theatre department to figure out the newest musical that you’d all be taking on for the year.
”As usual I’ll be directing this year's musical which no one is surprised about.” Kevin grins gesturing around and waves his hand at you.
“My wonderful boyfriend, Y/N will be taking care of the lighting and the sound. And Toni will be working on the choreography like always.”
“So what are we doing so I know who I’ll be auditioning for?” Cheryl looks slightly unimpressed, Kevin grins.
“What Team?”
“WILDCATS.” 
Everyone cheers back and Kevin laughs.
“Welcome to Riverdale High’s production of High School Musical!” He nod towards the sign up sheet being passed around. 
-You’re more than happy to stay behind the scenes, while you were happy that you and Kevin had similar interests while he enjoyed making sporadic appearances in the plays he put on you were firmly up in the tech box focusing on keeping everything Kevin loved about theatre working properly.
Kevin had wanted to do a runthrough of the main songs, which as Kevin had picked were currently Start of something New, Stick to the status Quo, and We’re all in this Together. You cue up the track for Status Quo since everyone is here. You’re comfortable in your box, watching Toni directing the current Sharpay and Ryan, you chuckle not at all surprised that Josie was playing Sharpay, but Cheryl as Ryan was a very humorous substitution. 
You frown a little when Kevin waves you down.
“I thought we were running through the sound and choreography together?”
“Yeah but we’re not sure about the lighting and the organization of the set pieces, so we need you to watch it from here to be able to see what we actually need to set up and what will look and sound the best.” 
“Okay fine, so we’re running status quo from the top, so we’ll need either the stairs or some sort of partition divide for that, since we can’t really cast half of it in shadows with how tiny the stage is.”
“Alright. Anything else then?”
“Well we could soften the sound of the music and make the stairs and some of the cast movements as part of the soundtrack, to make the ‘shifting’ from upstairs to downstairs instead of having actual set pieces for it, like maybe just using silhouettes on the stage to show the stairs.”
“That sounds good, do you think we can do ‘we're all in this together’ as well? Since everyone is here, please babeeeee.” Kevin grins, you sigh and nod up to the booth where James is already cueing up the other song.
Toni is directing everyone, point out the steps, she’s revising as she goes since the stage is much smaller than the amount of people who decided they wanted to be in the play. You’re sure it has something to do with it being High School Musical and how it was pretty much everyone’s favourite guilty pleasure musical.
“Okay we have to make this less people.”
“We do?”
“Yes, they’ll be tripping over each other and if you think those lights aren’t  going to blind at least three people if we keep everyone on the stage, not to mention Toni’s trying to figure out things for all the extra people and like barely any of them are actually doing it, acting like they’re an actual star.”
“Well then how about we just get rid of all of the extras and just use shadows for them, that way we can just record all of the main cast dancing, doing multiple versions of Toni’s choreo and then we can just project their shadows onto the back, and that way it gets rid of the stairs issue.”
“Okay so we’re settled, getting rid of the backgrounder’s keeping the og cast from the sheet and then just adding in some background dancing through shadows.”
“Yeah, sounds good, that’ll give us plenty of time for the more important things.”
“Important things?”
”Well yes, we have to have our traditional post-casting date, which we haven’t done since somebody wanted to get a step up since last year's casting of `be more chill’ was a nightmare.”
“Mhmm, so chocolate or vanilla milkshake?”
“Surprise me.” You laugh a little and he grins back, you’re relieved to have non-director Kevin back you know in the coming weeks that it’ll get more intense as the show draws closer, you just hope there’s no more drama that’ll halt the show like it seems ever other show you’ve put on has been.
Support My Writing?
54 notes · View notes
ambitionsource · 4 years ago
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media
AMBITION Season 3 ♫ “The Beginning of the Rest of Your Life” [ 3.01 ]
CREATED BY Esther (waterstribe) & Maggie (dylanporlando) || Official Page || AO3
OUR LAST SUMMER – The Adams gang takes advantage of the final week of summer, while Charlie begins his senior year at Haverford Prep. Zay wraps up his run in West Side Story. Dylan and Asher pay Isadora a visit, and Farkle gets help from an unlikely source.
60 Minutes (23K words) || No content warnings apply.
[ ← The Sun Will Rise ] [ S3 Synopsis ] [ Almost There → ]
( Follow along with the music on Spotify here! )
INT. MATTHEWS APARTMENT - MASTER BEDROOM - DAY
Riley’s newest accommodations are about the same as we last left them, two beds still arranged in the space. The reminder of why there’s two appears when MAYA HART reenters the space, fresh out of the shower and wrapped up in a plush baby pink towel. She’s starting her day right, bright and early, going through her usual glam routine even in the summer.
She pauses to look at Riley’s bed, unmade and empty. In fact, it looks like it hasn’t been touched since the previous morning. Next to it, the window is open, letting in the summer breeze.
Maya makes a face, tsking with a shake of her head. Well, this can only end well. Then she shrugs, spinning to her side of the room. She places her phone down on the vanity and scrolls to a playlist titled “Mama’s Favorites.” With the press of a button, music fills the room, and so does that energetic spirit of AMBITION.
Song Cue ♫ ♪ “All Summer Long” as performed by Kid Rock || Performed by Maya Hart (feat. AAA Seniors)
The rollicking old-fashioned rock tune injects a rhythm into the otherwise quiet morning, giving Maya something to groove to as she moves around getting ready. She sings along to the music, taking over the vocals for the most part.
She moves over to the wall where her future moodboard is hanging up, right above a year calendar. It’s August, though obviously the summer month is nearing its end. Maya scratches out the current day, Monday, leaving us to linger on the details scribbled onto the following Monday as she dances away. The 31st. Last day of August, and for them, the last day of summer.
Next to a bright red star sticker, a few simple words. “Last First Day @ AAA.”
EXT. ORLANDO COMMUNITY CENTER - DAY
The protective rolling door springs up as the Orlando community center opens for the day, DYLAN ORLANDO the one opening the place up that morning. He squints out at the sunshine, then grins, smile bright enough to rival the sun.
INT. ORLANDO COMMUNITY CENTER - DAY
Dylan continues setting up for the day as he slides around, earbuds in his ears and six-string strapped on his back. He’s grown an inch or so over the summer, and his hair is a little longer, though just as windswept and fluffy as usual. Subtle changes, really, but the kind of stuff you notice after a whole hiatus apart.
On the counter, his phone vibrates with a reminder: “Open CC.” Underneath that, we can see texts from Asher.
INT. RILEY’S CAR - DAY
Another phone vibrates on the floor in the backseat of Riley’s sedan. It’s resting against a scrunched up string bag, lighting up with a call from “Dad.” When it goes to voicemail, we see this is not the first call that’s been missed -- in fact, there’s been about six since 8:30AM. Behind all those notifications, we can just make out a lock screen image of Riley, Isadora, and Lucas.
It’s no surprise who is missing all those calls. The last of the vibrations from the call rouse RILEY MATTHEWS, stretched on the backseat where she dozed off. She’s sharing the cramped space with LUCAS JAMES FRIAR, shirtless (there’s an AAA first for the history books) and seemingly unopposed to being half-used as a pillow.
He’s still sound asleep, no stranger to resting in weird places. As Riley wakes up, she takes a long moment to look at him, a dreamy, fond smile drifting across her face. She doesn’t even notice what’s off about the situation, perfectly happy to see him first thing in the morning… until her phone starts buzzing again.
Then, she remembers real quick. Her eyes widen, glancing around and realizing where she is, who she’s with, and the fact that there’s sunlight streaming through the windows. Last she recalls, it was night. She shoots upright.
Riley, harshly: Shit!
She scrambles to grab her phone, repeating the curse. She nudges Lucas to get up, starting to gather her things together. The movement is what actually wakes him up, but his T-shirt getting tossed in his face is what informs him the situation must be urgent.
INT. JACK’S APARTMENT - DAY
JACK HUNTER is having a far less stressful morning, already up and ready to go. He’s dressed casually in a T-shirt and jeans, but he grabs his briefcase as he heads out the door.
INT. JACK’S CAR - APARTMENT GARAGE - DAY
It’s not until he makes it to his car that his morning takes a turn for the worse. Jack turns his key in the ignition and… nothing. He tries again, and gets nothing but a complaining growl of the engine.
Jack: Oh, you’re kidding me…
He tries again, but no. His trusty old car has called it quits. Jack curses under his breath, grabbing his bag and clambering out of the car.
EXT. NEW YORK STREETS - DAY
Jack is jogging down the street towards the closest Subway station. He passes by an Off-Broadway theater venue as he goes, our attention shifting to the exterior of it. Outside the theater, a poster of their current production is proudly displayed. West Side Story.
INT. WEST SIDE THEATER - AUDITORIUM - DAY
Contrasting to the bright summer sunshine, the interior of the theater is softer lit, more inviting to the eyes. It’s a well-kept space, obviously a venue that takes itself seriously.
On the stage, performers are stretching and mingling before their cast warm-up, amongst them ZAY BABINEAUX. He’s the youngest by a long shot, but he seems to fit in seamlessly with the rest of them as if he’s a seasoned professional. He cracks jokes with some of his co-stars as he joins them by the orchestra pit, confident and warmly received.
He’s totally in his element. For a moment, it might be easy to forget he’s still a teenager. He shifts into work mode when the DIRECTOR joins them on stage and beckons them together for notes and vocal warm-ups.
She leads them in a quick grounding exercise, encouraging them all to take a deep breath. As they inhale…
INT. MINKUS HOME - FARKLE’S BEDROOM - DAY
FARKLE MINKUS is also taking a deep breath, though something about the moment seems… off. It isn’t until the screen starts tilting, flipping us right-side up, that it’s clear Farkle is upside down. He’s reclined on his bed, head hanging off the edge as he finishes a breathing meditation exercise guided by his phone.
The moment it ends, he pulls himself back upright. He’s dressed comfortably, but sharper than most of last year, finally approaching a happy medium between the extremes of his personality. His hair has grown back from its buzzcut, closer to the coiff it once was.
He climbs off the bed, heading to his window and drawing back the curtains. Sunlight floods the room, presenting a stark contrast to his state this time last year.
INT. SVORSKI’S COFFEE - DAY
ERIC MATTHEWS is also enjoying the sunshine, soaking it up with a content smile as he waits in line at the local coffee shop. When it’s his turn and he approaches the counter, the barista asks him if he wants “the usual.” He nods, gracing her with a smile and then moving to the area to wait for his order.
While there, he crafts a text on his phone. It’s to Isadora, checking in on her and giving her a list of small reminders for when she wakes up -- brush her teeth, change her clothes, find something to eat, even if it’s small. He also notes that he’ll be back before dinner.
Their message thread seems to be pretty one-sided. Isadora’s answers are sparse, and when she does they’re usually one word. But Eric doesn’t seem perturbed by it.
Once his order is ready and he goes to retrieve it, we see that his “usual” is two coffees. That seems like an awful lot of caffeine to be drinking alone, Eric… he gives the crew at Svorski’s a cheerful wave goodbye, heading out.
INT. MATTHEWS APARTMENT - MASTER BEDROOM - DAY
Maya is further in her glam routine, still owning the song and dancing around the room as she goes. Make-up, hair, the works. She’s wearing a sheer off-white robe over her camisole and shorts, more for the aesthetic than any sort of cover-up -- Sharpay Evans and Cher Horowitz would be proud. The montage continues to cut to her intermittently through the remainder of the song.
INT. GARDNER HOME - CHARLIE’S BEDROOM - DAY
Unlike Eric and Jack, not everyone is dressed casually this Monday morning. Quick close shots show the careful process of getting an outfit together -- tightening a striped blue tie, adjusting cuffs, pulling on a deep navy blue blazer.
As we pan up, CHARLIE GARDNER finishes piecing together his Haverford uniform. He looks markedly different from when we last saw him, hair cut much shorter than it was at the end of junior year. He looks great in his uniform, sharp, clean-cut and well-groomed, but he doesn’t look confident in it. It’s more like the uniform is wearing him.
But he doesn’t have time to obsess over it. It’s his first day, and he wants to give himself plenty of time to get oriented. He grabs his bag off the bed with a change of clothes and a pair of dance sneakers. The rest of his dance duffle gets left behind, sitting forgotten by the wall with his guitar.
INT. ORLANDO COMMUNITY CENTER - DAY
Dylan, however, has no shortage of guitar. He takes the guitar solo in the latter half of the song, shredding on his six-string and bopping around the community center.
INT. RILEY’S CAR - DAY
Riley pulls up at the curb to let Lucas out in a rush -- back in his shirt -- questioning if he has everything and passing his phone to him when he almost leaves it on the center console. He’s fully out of the car when she shouts for him to come back one more time.
Riley: Wait, wait, wait --
Lucas leans inside just long enough for Riley to stretch across the seat and give him a kiss. Then she sets him free, assuring him that she’ll catch up with him soon.
EXT. NEW YORK STREETS - DAY
Lucas, still a little dazed, backs onto the sidewalk as Riley’s car speeds away. He watches her go, then shakes his head, trying to pull himself back together. He turns and heads inside where she’s dropped him off -- the beloved Chubbies, his new workplace.
INT. GARCIA HOME - ASHER’S BEDROOM - DAY
Another calendar comes into focus, though this one is far more cluttered with notes and reminders than Maya’s. Someone leans in to cross an “X” over the current day, and when we pull back we see a familiar bulletin board populated with photos, flyers, and note cards.
Though there are many new photos from the summer, the most notable is the creased but unfolded photo of Dylan, Lucas, and Asher, back in its rightful place pinned up. Next to it, there’s a pamphlet for a university, the Rochester Institute of Technology.
ASHER GARCIA steps back from the board, shifting his focus to his agenda laying open on the desk. He’s sporting a cute, patterned short-sleeve button down, a summer spin on his usual attire. He gathers up a couple of notebooks and folders for the school year, way ahead of the game in preparing for the school year.
He drops one set into his messenger bag, then puts the others into the backpack slouched against the wall next to it. Based on the Spongebob patch and doodles all over it, it’s no guess who the extra bag belongs to.
INT. ORLANDO COMMUNITY CENTER - DAY
Dylan continues his groovy guitar playing as the song crescendos into the final chorus.
EXT. AAA - DAY
Jack has finally made it to the familiar stomping grounds of Adams Academy for the Arts, jogging up the steps without hesitation.
INT. MATTHEWS APARTMENT - MASTER BEDROOM - DAY
Maya similarly boogies around, now ready for the day.
EXT. HAVERFORD PREP - DAY
Charlie moves with more apprehension as he steps off the main street and onto Haverford’s campus, a spacious chunk of a block on the Upper East Side. The school boasts an open-air, modern architecture, a far cry from the classic structure of Adams. He has to move through the lawn and outdoor eating pavilions before he gets close to the building itself, other boys dressed in the sleek Haverford blue mingling around him.
Taking a deep breath, Charlie braves the plunge and approaches the tall glass doors, disappearing into the belly of the beast.
INT. MATTHEWS APARTMENT - MASTER BEDROOM - DAY
As the song winds down, Riley clambers up the fire escape and back in through her bedroom window. She’s way too late, though, a fuming and frantic CORY MATTHEWS waiting for her return with his arms crossed. Behind him, Maya watches the scene with amusement.
Cory: Riley Erica Matthews!
Riley grimaces, halfway through the window. Busted.
Riley: Oh, shi --
Cue title sequence.
Ladies and gentlemen, it’s with great joy that I finally say: welcome back to AMBITION.
INT. HAVERFORD PREP - PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE - DAY
Charlie is seated in a posh oak chair opposite the desk of AARON JACKSON, who is leisurely leafing through his transfer paperwork. Despite their names, there is little in common between Principal Jackson and Principal Hunter of AAA. Whereas Jack always had an edge of grit, Aaron has a dignified, refined air about him -- the shine of a man who has always known privilege. His office feels the same, darker and more studious in appearance, reflecting the nature of the school.
Still, he’s not without warmth. He seems good-spirited as he gives Charlie a light smile, peering at him over his paperwork. Charlie manages to return it, trying his best not to appear as nervous as he is.
Aaron: Nice recommendations, good community service record. Excellent grades… do you think you may have been valedictorian at Adams?
Charlie: Oh, I don’t know. I had classmates a lot smarter than me in the A class.
Aaron hums, focusing back on the paperwork. Then he sets it on the desk, giving Charlie his full attention.
Aaron: I hope you don’t mind my asking, Mister Gardner, but I’m curious. It’s not often that we get transfers so late in their high school career, especially not from Adams Academy. To be frank, you’d find that a fair handful of your peers here at Haverford had Adams as their first choice when they applied, but didn’t make the cut.
The question goes without saying. What is he doing there, jumping schools, when he likely had it made in the shade at AAA? Charlie clears his throat, offering his practiced charming smile.
Charlie: I just thought that the change of pace might be good for me. Adams is great, of course, and I was sad to leave it. I’m going to miss… it will be an adjustment, for sure, but I’m sure I’ll find exactly the enrichment I need while at Haverford.
Well, hard to argue with that flattering assessment. Aaron doesn’t seem fully convinced, but he brushes it off easily. It’s not his business after all.
Aaron: Well, we’re happy to have you with us regardless. With your impressive record, and your dance ability, I have no doubt you’ll fit well within the ranks of the Haverford senior class.
With that, Aaron gets down to business, shifting to discussing his schedule and how things work at the school. Once they’re done going through the necessary orientation points, Aaron will make sure he gets to performance lab, and his classmates will take it from there.
Charlie maintains his pleasant smile as he’s handed his welcome packet and schedule, but it falters as he starts flipping through it.
INT. AAA - JACK’S OFFICE - DAY
Back in the brighter principal’s office, Jack is flurrying about trying to get things in order after his uneven start that morning. Eric appears in his doorway with a cheery greeting, passing off that second coffee to Jack as soon as he notices him and returns his hello. Jack takes the beverage gratefully, commenting that Eric always knows exactly what he needs.
Eric clearly takes pride in the comment, coming further into the room. He comments on Jack’s frazzled state, and Jack explains that his car decided to stop working this morning. As tragic as that news is, Eric doesn’t seem surprised.
Eric: Jack, you’ve been driving that dinosaur for like fifteen years, and it wasn’t new when you bought it. It was bound to crap out eventually.
Jack: William is a fighter, Eric. He wouldn’t just give up on me like that.
Eric rolls his eyes, reminding Jack that he’s way more theatrical than he lets on. He points out that things get old, and they die. It’s the circle of life. Life has a funny way of letting you know when things don’t work as they are anymore, when it’s time to move on.
Eric: I’m more surprised you walked all the way here.
Jack: Subway was running late.
Eric: Not my point. I would’ve given you a ride.
Jack: You’re coming from the opposite direction.
Eric: You know I don’t care about that. I would’ve picked you up.
From the tone of their banter, it’s clear that it wouldn’t be the first time Eric and Jack have carpooled this summer. Jack hesitates, meeting his gaze, before shrugging it off and directing them back to the task at hand. They’ve got a big week ahead, as they have to assess Adams for any damage and make sure everything is in sterling shape before the school year kicks off again.
This year, it matters more than ever. As Jack states, they’ll be having a new coworker join them this year from the school board as an administrative advisor, meant to observe how things are running after the turbulence of the Lucas and Bradford situation last year. So now, they really can’t afford to slip up.
INT. CHUBBIES - DAY
Speaking of slip-ups, Riley reiterates the morning madness to Farkle and a tickled Maya, sitting in a booth at Chubbies. The divas are across from her while Lucas is seated next to her, arm casually draped around her shoulders as she relays Cory’s tirade and the resulting punishment: she’s basically forbidden from seeing Lucas for the rest of the week, at least until they go back to school and he can’t very well stop them.
Maya: So, like… hanging out at Chubbies?
Riley glances at Lucas, who raises an eyebrow. She clasps her hands together and shrugs, maintaining a tone of innocent sweetness.
Riley: Well, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.
Farkle: Wow. The summer of love really changed you.
Riley makes a face at him. Lucas claims Cory is going to get what he wants anyway, seeing as he can’t just sit around all day. As he starts to get up from the table his attire becomes clearer, dressed in a pale blue Chubbies t-shirt with an off-white apron tied around his waist. Riley tries to get him to stay, but she still helps him loop the top half of his apron around his neck.
Lucas: I gotta work.
Riley: Okay, okay… but I’ll see you later.
Lucas: Very daring of you.
The two of them exchange a quick kiss, Riley smiling as they pull apart. Maya scrunches her nose, playfully disgusted.
Maya: Ew.
As Lucas marches away, he points back to Maya offhandedly.
Lucas: I’m not serving you.
Maya scowls, holding her hands up in surrender to Riley and Farkle. Farkle laughs, shaking his head. Riley changes the subject, electing to focus on the positive. She claims that maybe the Lucas ban will be a good thing, as it’ll give her plenty of time to spend with her favorite friends in their last week of their last high school summer.
Farkle: Sounds lovely. But can’t.
As Farkle goes on to explain -- bitterly -- he has a million doctors appointments scheduled for the week as his parents are determined to make sure he’s in top shape to go back to school. This is following a whole summer of therapies and overattentiveness and mindfulness exercises -- which he hates, by the way.
Farkle: I’m supposed to have thoughts! If our brains weren’t meant to think, then we wouldn’t think.
Maya: Most people don’t.
Farkle: Point is, mindfulness is bullshit. It makes me feel crazy, and I’m already crazy. It’s just ironic that last year all I wanted was my parents’ attention, and now I can’t wait for them to leave me alone…
Maya: Grass is always greener, darling.
Riley seems disappointed she won’t see more of him this week, but she keeps her sights set on the future. She confirms that he’s still going to go to West Side Story on Saturday night. It’s Zay’s last performance in the production, and she wants to get as many of them there to support him as possible.
Farkle assures her he can manage that, then gets up to head off to his first appointment of the day. Without him, all that leaves for company… is Maya. She gives Riley a sharp smile, Riley laughing awkwardly and dipping her head down to avoid her gaze. Wow, suddenly, she just remembered a bunch of stuff she has to do…
Maya rolls her eyes, leaning across the table to nudge at her. She claims it’ll be a good thing for them to hang out -- they haven’t done very much roommate bonding since they were forced to share a space.
Riley: Something you specifically said you weren’t interested in when it happened…
Maya: Yes, well, times change. Speaking of, our room. That could use some change, don’t you think? I can’t live in the humdrummery any longer.
This doesn’t seem like the worst potential bonding activity, but Riley seems hesitant. She says they’d have to ask Cory, a task that is far less intimidating to Maya than her. There’s no harm in asking. Tentatively, Riley agrees, though Maya seems dissatisfied with her hesitant answer.
Maya: Sneaking around with your boyfriend you can do, but you can’t ask your dad to redecorate? God, you gotta grow like a minimal assertive streak. You’d think some of mine would’ve rubbed off on you by now.
Riley doesn’t know what to say to that, but Maya doesn’t give her the chance to respond. She leaps up to head out and Riley follows suit, only falling behind when she runs into Asher and Dylan at the entrance. They exchange bright greetings, Riley sharing a hug with Dylan before she jogs to catch up to Maya.
Asher and Dylan find Lucas at the counter.
Dylan: Lucas James Friar! [ slamming his hands on the countertop ] Do you have something for me?
Dylan narrows his eyes expectantly. Lucas matches his glare, deadpan, until he cracks with a huff. He rolls his eyes and reaches to grab a perfectly-made grilled cheese, sliding it across the counter at him. Dylan reacts in delight, Asher smiling at him as the two of them settle onto the stools at the counter. Asher asks how things are going, and Lucas gives them the short version of how his morning started.
Dylan: [ while eating his grilled cheese ] Oh, overnight? Scandalous.
Lucas: It was not. We fell asleep. We were sleeping.
Dylan: Mhm, mhm. For sure. Totally. I believe you…
Dylan winks. Lucas rolls his eyes again and Asher shakes his head, but he can’t help but smile. Lucas claims it’s for the best, as it frees him up to spend the rest of his week working. He was pretty heavily booked with shifts anyway.
Lucas: I’m this close to being able to pay you back for my wrist --
Asher: Something that you do not have to do, for the hundredth time.
Lucas: Then I’ll be able to start saving it for myself. What for, I don’t know, but it’ll be damn nice to have it.
Asher points out he could be saving the money for school, but Lucas quickly side steps that conversation. He shifts to discussing what their week looks like before school starts again, all of them coming back to the same talking point -- Isadora. None of them have seen her for the last month or so, and any time they try to reach out she says she’s not up for visitors.
Understandable, given she’s grieving, but it’s been a couple months and they’re worried about her. Not to mention school is coming back, and that’ll be harder if she’s totally out of practice when it comes to socializing. Lucas can’t be of much help due to his work schedule, but he points out that’s not much of a loss as he’s terrible at stuff like this. Honestly, usually he and Isadora just tend to make each other worse at low points.
Before they can problem-solve, their conversation is interrupted by JOE, the Chubbies manager, breezing past them. He’s a large, slovenly man with Santa-like salt-and-pepper facial hair and in a Chubbies shirt that seems perpetually grease-stained. But he’s a smart businessman and quite the character, respected and loved fondly by the patrons of the diner and a decent boss. In fact, some regulars have taken to calling him “Pappy Joe,” due to his sort of roughrider demeanor.
He greets the boys gruffly, obviously well-acquainted with Dylan and Asher after a summer of them hanging around to chat with Lucas. They ask him if he thinks they’re going to keep Lucas on as an employee past his summer trial run. Joe sizes Lucas up, squinting, before patting his shoulder bracingly.
Joe: Well, he didn’t rob us blind or burn down the shack -- accidentally or otherwise -- so I s’pose we can keep him around.
Asher grins, nudging Lucas’s forearm in cheeky congratulations. Dylan smiles as well, subtly nudging his free grilled cheese out of view of the burly manager.
Once Joe saunters off, they get back on topic. Asher states that he and Dylan will check in on Isadora -- they’ve got Dylan, the one person to whom Isadora can’t say no. Depending on how she seems to be doing, they’ll go from there.
INT. WEST SIDE THEATER - BACKSTAGE - DAY
Zay opens the door from the atrium and emerges in the backstage hall, leading YINDRA AMINO and NIGEL CHEY on a tour of the theater. The two friends are starstruck, captivated by being around an actual production where the magic happens.
Zay is excitedly showing them around, pointing out fun facts and cool exclusive pieces like costumes and the props table. They exchange greetings and brief introductions with his castmates as they pass by, everyone friendly.
Once they end up in the wings and Yindra and Nigel marvel at the real bona fide Broadway set, Zay huddles closer and points towards the stage where a young man, dressed as Tony, is running through “Maria.” Zay tells them all about him and speaks highly of him, admiration in his tone.
Zay: He’s like a master. You’ve seen his rendition of “Something’s Coming.”
Nigel: Yeah, he was pretty good.
Zay: He’s great. And he’s a true professional, always on top of things, makes everyone else feel good and valued and welcome. I feel like I’ve watched his rehearsals so often I could do the part just by memory alone.
Yindra: Sounds like someone has a boy crush.
Zay rolls his eyes, elbowing her as they turn away. But his esteem doesn’t end there.
Zay: He’s exactly what I want to be, when I get there one day. Oh, and you know the craziest thing? He’s had a cold for the last week, but he still gets up and pushes through it every night to perform. And he sounds just as good! That’s showmanship to admire.
Maybe a little unhealthy, but then, I guess that’s show business. Nigel claims he’s glad he wasn’t sick when he saw it last month, or when he brought Jade to see it. Yindra agrees, though she jokingly claims no one could be better than their Zayby boy as she throws an arm around his shoulders and half-hugs him.
Nigel informs him that they’ll both be seeing it again that Saturday, and he thinks Jade is coming too. Riley is getting a whole bunch of them to come, she’s basically campaigning. Zay comments that sounds about right, considering it’s Riley. This leads them into a discussion about who from their class has come to see it already, Yindra and Nigel listing back and forth while Zay offers help here and there based on his knowledge.
When Charlie inevitably comes up, Zay grows quieter, losing some of his comfortable confidence. Yindra and Nigel don’t notice, too caught up in commentary about his whereabouts.
Nigel: I thought he did come. Didn’t he see it during opening week?
Yindra: That’s what Haley said was the plan, but then he didn’t show. Something about how his grandmother got ill so they had to drive up coast to see her.
Nigel: Really? I thought he said his grandmother was dead. Like two years ago.
Yindra: I mean, it’s exactly in line with how he’s been acting this summer. He has been so hard to get a hold of. I haven’t seen him at all.
This seems like the last thing Zay wants to talk about. He waits for a strategic lull in their complaints to change the subject, distracting them with offers to see the dressing rooms. They jump at the chance, leaving the conversation of their missing friend behind.
INT. HAVERFORD PREP - AUDITORIUM - DAY
Song Cue ♫ ♪ “Your Love (Déjà Vu)” as performed by Glass Animals || Performed by Haverford Seniors
Charlie, meanwhile, is just beginning to explore Haverford. He slips into the auditorium from the back of the house, looking towards the stage where rehearsal is already in progress.
The Haverford seniors -- his new classmates -- are in the midst of a skillful rendition of the Glass Animals single. It pairs well with their signature strengths: layered harmonies, suave moves, synchronization. With the matching uniforms, only varied by whether the boys have elected to strip their blazers during rehearsal and whether they’ve rolled their sleeves, etc., it’s hard to differentiate any of them at first glance. They’re a perfect, polished machine of sonic harmony.
That is, except for their frontman. Carrying the brunt of the vocals front and center is BRANDON RIVAS, an especially debonair senior with slick confidence and obvious talent. We’ve seen him before, at the Jacobs gala and the students of color mixer. He’s got a charming, intriguing smirk and dark, glossy hair styled well enough to rival Asher.
Regardless of your feelings on them, the Haverford boys are mesmerizing to watch. The performance seems to slip by in no time flat, and before Charlie knows it they’re breaking to go freshen up before their next class. Brandon rattles off some general notes for them to work on before their next run-through, the rest of them giving him shoulder pats and farewells as they head off to the dressing rooms.
Suddenly, it’s just Charlie and Brandon. The latter half turns towards him, aware of his presence despite Charlie being well-hidden in shadow. He claims he can come up and join him now, no sense in staying in the dark. The direct address snaps Charlie out of his nerves, and he jogs up the steps to come meet him.
Brandon, smoothly: No need to be shy. This is your stage now too, isn’t it?
Maybe so. Charlie strides across the stage to stand in front of him, Brandon waiting casually with his hands in his pockets. He sizes him up as he approaches, looking him over, but for what it’s worth he doesn’t seem critical. He holds out a hand once he’s close enough.
Brandon: Brandon Rivas. Nice to finally officially meet you.
Charlie: Charlie. And thanks.
Brandon: I know who you are. I saw your audition, though I’m sure you don’t remember me. “I Can Do That” is a difficult number if you actually intend to show off any skill, and you managed it well. At least, after you tied your shoelaces. That, and I’d heard a bit about you through the grapevine.
Charlie clearly wants to know more about that, like who would even be talking about him, but Brandon doesn’t offer anything more. He changes the subject, stating that he’s essentially the eyes and ears of the senior class and the de facto leader, if there was one. They’re all equals at Haverford, make no mistake, but it’s helpful to have a figurehead of sorts. Someone to look to and maintain order.
Brandon: This will be helpful for you, of course, because you can ask me anything you might be wondering while you make your transition. I know just about everything there is to know. First, though, we should get you acquainted. Fancy a look around?
Charlie nods, grateful for the warm welcome. Brandon gestures for him to follow, leading him on the start of a grand tour of Haverford Prep from someone who actually knows the ins and outs day-to-day. Charlie keeps pace, not wanting to get left behind.
Jack, pre-lap: We need to do a full examination of the building.
INT. AAA - AUDITORIUM - DAY
Jack and Eric are making their way through the darkened school, the former leading the way while the latter takes notes on a clipboard. They’re inspecting for anything that seems out of date, not up to snuff, eager to make a perfect first impression for the incoming administrator.
Jack: I don’t want to give them any easy shots. If they want to criticize on baseless claims, then we’re going to make sure they have to dig deep.
Eric: Don’t think that should be too hard. The school itself is in great shape, and with the exception of the senior A class, the students have always done well. Even the A class is likely to be better after everything last year.
Jack: Yes, but when you’re looking for error --
Eric jogs to catch up to him, coming to head him off. He tucks the clipboard under his arm and takes Jack’s arms, gently stopping his relentless march and meeting his eyes.
Eric: You know this whole thing the board is doing is inane, right? You’re a good administrator. You’ve made mistakes, yes, but we all have. There is no such thing as perfect.
Jack: Very nice. Thank you for the affirmation, Hannah Montana.
Eric, sincerely: You do a good job, Jack. You love this school, and the students, and they appreciate you. They know it wouldn’t be the same without you.
Though it’s biased coming from his counselor, there’s actually quite a bit of weight to the statement coming from Eric. It means something, because for a long time Eric didn’t believe it. It means something, and it clearly means a lot to Jack.
Still, there might be other reasons he speaks so highly of him. Jack clears his throat, torn between holding his gaze and glancing anywhere else.
Jack: Some might say you’re biased. Especially given… the way we are. With each other.
Eric: … yeah? What exactly does that mean to you?
The air is suddenly a little bit thinner between them. It’s more than obvious as they hold eye contact that they both know they share something greater than coworkers. That they’re something more to one another. They know it, might have even discussed it, but evidently haven’t landed on anything definitive.
Jack ducks the question, shifting his gaze behind Eric. He comments that the curtains could probably afford to be replaced, or at least deep-cleaned. He effortlessly slips from Eric’s grasp and shifts back into work mode, leaving him to grapple with the uncertainty yet again.
Eric takes a deep breath, then follows after him with the clipboard. Still willing to march with him, even when he doesn’t know to what degree they’re tied together.
INT. DOCTOR’S OFFICE - DAY
Farkle is sitting up on the examination table, having just finished consulting with his primary care physician. JENNIFER MINKUS is with him, there for the analysis of Farkle’s current state and where they should go from here.
All in all, good news. The physician commends Farkle’s improved BMI and overall health, that he’s picked back up the weight he lost last year and his vitals seem to be reading more stable than they were in the spring. While improvements could still be made -- more rigorous exercise, for one -- he’s well on his way to being back in shape.
When the doctor starts getting into specifics about what changes could be made and Jennifer takes out her phone to take notes, Farkle zones out. Blah, blah, blah, he’s heard all of it before. He pulls out his phone as well, but not for notes. He opens his message thread with Isadora instead, crafting a text to check in on her.
He texts her about being at the doctor and what’s going on with her this week, but doesn’t get an immediate response. Even though their banter seems to be more consistent and varied than the messages with Eric, she’s gone off the radar a bit for him, too.
EXT. HAVERFORD PREP - DAY
Concluding their tour, Brandon shows Charlie what he states is one of his favorite locations on campus. It’s a balcony walkway that bridges the two wings of the school, joined under the angular solar-paneled glass ceilings. They approach the banister facing out towards the city, a gorgeous view of the campus below.
Charlie seems a bit overwhelmed after the tour. Brandon asks him what he thinks and he simply claims it’s a lot different than AAA. That goes without saying, given the vastly different architecture and student body, but there’s a loaded quality to the statement that goes deeper.
Brandon examines him, not giving anything away. It’s unclear if he’s empathizing or just trying to figure him out, but he assures Charlie that he’ll adjust to Haverford in no time. It’s the best school there is, after all, so there’s little chance he couldn’t.
Brandon: Thing about Haverford is that it’s tight. We’re a band of brothers, so we look out for each other. If you pull your weight, then the boys will be there when you need them. Even if you show up three years late.
Charlie: Oh, well, that’s reassuring.
Brandon: [ with a laugh ] I’m only saying, I don’t know why you’re here or why you decided to leave Adams, but the fact is you’re here now. You make the most of it, truly turn yourself over, then I have no doubt you’re going to thrive. You feel me?
All things considered, Charlie is grateful everyone seems to be so friendly. At least in completely cutting the cord from his former support system, he doesn’t have to drift through senior year alone. He offers a smile.
Charlie: Thanks. Seriously, that’s nice to hear.
Brandon returns the smile, though his is understandably more confident. He reaches out and gives Charlie a pat on the shoulder.
Brandon: Welcome to Haverford, Charlie. We’re happy to have you in the brotherhood.
Brandon leaves him be, heading back inside. Charlie hangs back, glancing out towards the city for a moment longer. Out towards the west side, where AAA sits preparing for a school year without him.
Then he backs off, straightening his tie as he follows Brandon inside.
INT. ERIC’S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Eric arrives home after a busy day, tired but still with plenty to do. He dumps his things on a table before making his way to Isadora’s bedroom, knocking on the door before peeking his head in.
INT. ERIC’S APARTMENT - ISADORA’S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Isadora is lying on her unmade bed, wearing pajamas she never changed out of and staring blankly at her ceiling, where glow-in-the-dark stars have been stuck on. She doesn’t move upon Eric’s arrival. He asks her questions about how she’s doing, but gets no response to any of them. He sighs, used to this type of interaction between them.
Eric: I’m going to make some dinner. I’ll let you know when it’s ready, and you can either eat with me or in here. Whatever you want to do.
He watches her for a moment longer, concerned, but leaves her be when she turns onto her side, her back to him.
Once her door is shut again, Isadora takes a shaky breath. She sits up and grabs her phone, scrolling through the various notifications she has — Farkle and Eric’s texts, Maya sending her a post on Instagram, and a voice note from Dylan. She stares at the screen, inwardly battling between replying or ignoring. Ultimately, she throws the phone across her bed and flops onto her back, looking up at the stars on her ceiling once again.
As gentle piano fades in...
Song Cue ♫ ♪ “My Mistake” as performed by Gabrielle Aplin || Performed by Isadora De La Cruz
Isadora starts the song on her bed, getting up after the first verse to walk around her room. She lingers on various things she passes. There’s a photo collage in a frame on her desk, filled with pictures taken over the past three years with her friends, to whom she sings “I really want a conversation, but I let it slip away...”
On her bedside table is a solar system lamp that spins when she pushes it. One wall is covered in space-themed movie posters, her fingers brushing along E.T. on a bicycle in front of the moon, and an astronaut sat alone on a bench in Love.
Following the chorus, as she sings “I saw my friend today, he tried to comfort me,” Isadora leaves her bedroom and walks over to where Eric is cooking in the kitchen, but he’s unaware of her presence.
I don’t think I’ll ever change...
EXT. NEW YORK STREETS - NIGHT
With the swell of the chorus, Isadora leaves the apartment, transitioning to the streets of New York, where she continues to go unnoticed. People pass through her as though she’s a ghost. She imagines various familiar faces passing her by. Lucas playfully rolls his eyes at Dylan, who has an arm thrown around Asher’s shoulders, animatedly talking about something. Riley and Zay stand in line at a pretzel stand, laughing together at a joke Zay is telling. Finally, Maya pulls Farkle towards a shop window with excitement, pointing out a mannequin dressed in a glamorous faux fur coat. Farkle walks away, and Maya chases after him with a grin.
Isadora arrives in an empty park, decorated with fairy lights that twinkle like stars. She belts out the final chorus before the twinkling lights transition to the stars on her ceiling...
INT. ERIC’S APARTMENT - ISADORA’S BEDROOM - NIGHT
And we’re back in her bedroom for the final soft “well, at least it was my mistake…”
INT. MATTHEWS APARTMENT - DAY
Cory convenes with Riley and Maya, the two of them finishing up their dissertation on why they should be allowed to redecorate their room. Since they’re going to have to make this arrangement work for a while, he agrees that perhaps they could afford to spruce things up. He gives them a small sum to work with on the family credit card -- not as much as Maya was hoping for, but still something. Victory!
INT. MATTHEWS APARTMENT - MASTER BEDROOM - DAY
The girls immediately retreat to the bedroom to start planning, Maya pulling out some poster board from behind her dresser to start moodboarding. She sizes up the board, already trying to visualize it as Riley moves to her side of the room.
Maya: I admit I was hoping for a little more bank to work with, but it’s fine. I’m an artist. [ deep sigh ] I can get creative. Just with a little time to mentally rearrange…
Riley: Actually, we might have a little more money.
Maya’s eyes fly open, more intrigued at that than anything else Riley has ever said. She asks what she’s talking about, and Riley explains that she mentioned their plans to her mom, and she thought the idea was great. She may have sent over some money into her account for them to put towards the project. Maya asks how much, rushing over to look over Riley’s shoulder at her laptop screen.
However much money she sees, it’s enough to make her gasp and practically jump up and down. She presses her hands to her chest, theatrically overwhelmed.
Maya: Hell yes! Thank you, mama Lawrence.
Riley: I mean, it’s nice, but don’t consider it charity. She’s always looking for ways to one-up my dad, so it’s more for her benefit than ours.
Maya: God damn, I wish I had divorced parents. What an easy game to play. All I’ve got is a deadbeat I haven’t seen since I was in diapers, and let me tell you, he’s not throwing money around to win my favor.
Riley isn’t exactly inclined to agree, but it’s no use trying to correct her. It’s Maya. Anyway, she is excited to start planning and shopping, but they’re going to have to wait a day. She already has plans that afternoon.
Maya: What could possibly be more important than bling?
Riley, pointedly: Friendship.
Maya doesn’t seem convinced, but to each their own. As Riley goes to get ready, Maya shifts back to the blank poster board. She’s much more excited now that their budget has been upped considerably.
INT. ERIC’S APARTMENT - DAY
Isadora emerges from her room, still clad in cotton shorts and a sweatshirt but at least up and moving. It’s because she’s expecting company, getting to the living room just as there’s a knock at the door.
When she pulls it open, Dylan and Asher are waiting on the other side. They give her enthusiastic smiles when they see her, not even faltering at her less than composed appearance. Asher claims it’s so good to see her, and she says they should feel honored. The only reason she’s letting them stop by is Dylan’s promised cupcakes.
Dylan holds the tupperware out proudly, and Isadora takes it. He starts to warn her that the message he intended didn’t quite translate over, but she’s already prying open the lid. The mistake is glaringly obvious, the cupcakes arranged to spell out “Feel better Isado ♥” with the heart tacked onto the end.
Isadora stares at the cupcakes, then looks up at them for explanation. Dylan eyes them forlornly.
Dylan: I ran out of cupcakes.
Asher, fondly: He wrote the heart first.
Dylan smiles sheepishly. He’s so darn cute, and genuine at that, even Isadora can’t help but crack a smile. She laughs a bit, closing the tupperware container.
Isadora: They’re perfect. Thanks, Dyl.
His smile brightens. Isadora invites them both in, claiming she can at least show them her new room since they made all the effort to come over. Dylan comments how crazy it is that they’re entering a faculty member’s home.
Asher: We’ve been to Riley’s.
Dylan: Come on, Cory’s not like a real faculty. If he evaporated, would anybody notice?
Asher: You know you don’t have to convince me of Cory’s irrelevancy or failures as an educator.
Isadora: Yeah, if he ever does go missing, you’re my first suspect.
Fair enough. Isadora drops the cupcakes on the counter in the kitchen and then guides them back down the hall to her room.
INT. ERIC’S APARTMENT - ISADORA’S BEDROOM - DAY
Whereas her physical appearance is easy to forgive, the state of her room is less so. It’s a total disaster area, the products of depression and general lack of fucks to give, though essences of how she originally designed it manage to peek through.
Asher, however, cannot ignore the mess. He stops stock still in the doorway with wide eyes, taking it all in with a subtle expression of horror as Dylan plows in after Isadora, not at all attune to the disarray. Asher takes his entrance more cautiously, careful to step on the few places on the floor where dirty laundry doesn’t reign.
Dylan asks Isadora how her summer has been and how it feels like they haven’t seen her since June. They lightly tread the subject of how she’s recovering from Valerie’s death, but it’s obvious she doesn’t want to talk about it. When Dylan asks what plans she has for the last week of summer and she basically intends to just waste it away in her room, Dylan gets fired up on her behalf. He claims she can’t waste this time. It’s important! Indispensable! Of great import!
Isadora, to Asher: Word of the day calendar?
Asher: Oh, no, now he’s just started flipping through the thesaurus when I’m reading books. It’s kind of impressive, isn’t it?
Dylan: Dora, you cannot let this time just wither away. We’re in the prime, okay? This is the BOT-R-O-Y-L!
Isadora blinks, lost. She looks to Asher again, checking to make sure that was English, but even he seemed stumped. He shrugs.
Asher: Even I don’t know.
Dylan rolls his eyes. Asher shifts his focus back to the mess, lightly nudging at a sweater on the floor with his Oxfords.
Dylan: BOT-R-O-Y-L. “The beginning of the rest of your life.” It’s happening now, Dor, and you can’t just let it slip away.
Isadora: You’re serious. The last week of summer vacation is supposed to be the beginning of the rest of my life?
Dylan: Yes! It is. Because this is the last summer where we’re all going to be here, in this way, exactly as we are now. And everything that comes after it is gonna come fast -- senior year, college choices, graduation. And when all that’s happening, you won’t be focused on it. You won’t be in the now, because you’ll be stuck here thinking about how you didn’t take advantage of this time when you should’ve. And that will just make you miss out on everything else. Like you’ll always be a few steps behind. The future is now!
Isadora: … okay, you’re a weirdo, but you’re strangely making sense.
Asher: [ tuning back into the conversation while he folds a couple of jackets onto her dresser ] He’s good at that.
Point made. Isadora concedes it, but she also says that socializing is hard enough when she’s not… boiling over with emotions she still hasn’t figured out how to process. She knows she should be over it by now -- which Dylan and Asher both quickly refute, stating grief takes different time for everyone -- but it just feels like a lot. It’s easier to just stay in and keep that away from everyone else.
Dylan hears this, but he reiterates that they miss her. She can just try today, come out and do something with the two of them, and if it really feels like too much then no harm no foul. But Dylan feels pretty confident she’ll like it once she’s back out there. He knows she doesn’t feel quite like herself, but...
Dylan: We’d rather have Dora at half-volume than no Dora at all.
This sentiment touches her, but she still doesn’t seem convinced. When she expresses her reluctance to go out again, Asher offers a suggestion of his own.
Asher: Well, if going out feels like too much of a burden, then we could always stay here and clean.
It sounds like a joke, but coming from Asher, the statement is one-hundred percent earnest. Dylan gives Isadora a pointed look.
Isadora: Okay, okay, fine. You got me, anything but that. Do your worst.
Isadora leads the march out, Dylan grinning. He meets Asher in the doorway, fondly pinching his side and leaning closer to whisper.
Dylan: Good thinking on the cleaning thing. Always count on you to come up with a clever strategy.
He gives him a brisk kiss on the cheek, catching up with Isadora. Asher frowns slightly as he follows them out.
Asher: It wasn’t a strategy…
EXT. NEW YORK STREETS - DAY
Maya is in fact window shopping downtown, but not with Farkle. She’s on the phone with him instead, keeping up conversation as she peers in boutique windows. It’s clear she’s excited about having some money to spend. Every other line in their conversation, she punctuates with a “ooh, that’s cute…” or hum of excitement.
INT. MINKUS HOME - FARKLE’S BEDROOM - DAY
The actual subject of their conversation, though, is Isadora. They’ve been her most consistent company this summer, but even they haven’t seen or heard much from her in the past couple weeks and are concerned. Farkle explains he heard through the grapevine that Dylan and Asher were going to try and handle it, to which Maya scrunches her face in disgust.
Maya: Tragic. Well, good luck to Izzy.
Their third wheel out of commission, Farkle attempts to plan something with Maya around his many appointments that day. But she’s distracted, totally transfixed by the possibilities of shopping, that the plans don’t go anywhere. Farkle gives up, flopping down onto his bed as he continues to listen to her marvel about how nice it is to have funds.
Speaking of a place with no shortage of funding… 
EXT. HAVERFORD PREP - DAY
Riley is visibly amazed by the campus of Haverford as she makes her way towards the school. Charlie is waiting on the steps for her, jogging down to come greet her. She gives him an enthusiastic hug, immediately launching into questions about the school and its grand accommodations.
She suggests they go inside to take a look around -- he can give her a tour -- but Charlie dodges the request. He says they should walk somewhere else, get some fresh air. It’s school for him, so it’ll be nice to get away from campus for a little bit.
Riley can tell he’s being shifty about it, but she doesn’t question him, letting him lead the way. She glances back over her shoulder at the looming modern institution.
Clearly, Charlie isn’t ready to let his two worlds collide quite yet.
INT. CHUBBIES - DAY
Lucas is working the counter when Isadora enters with Dylan and Asher, not displeased to see her. He greets them as cheerfully as one could expect from him, stating it’s good to see Isadora out and about. He asks what they were up to this afternoon.
Isadora: Went to the movies.
Lucas, unimpressed: The movies. You went to see a movie? [ to Dylan and Asher ] That’s your big breakout plan for Dora?
Dylan: Hey, hey, hey, all in due time, young jackasshopper. The week is just getting started.
Lucas: It’s Tuesday.
Dylan, unfazed: The week is basically just getting started. You’ve got to ease into these sorts of things. [ patting Isadora’s shoulders ] We’ll go grab a seat.
Dylan and Asher go to do just that, giving Lucas and Isadora the chance to catch up one-on-one. Lucas asks her how she’s taking being back out in the world, and she admits that Dylan is right. Something gradual like a movie was just what she needed to start, especially since the movie theater is her happy place.
Lucas: So you’re feeling good about the rest of the week?
Isadora: Oh, no, terrified. But less because of crushing social anxiety and more because of the unpredictable whimsy of Dylan Orlando.
Lucas: So more like normal, then.
Isadora: Maybe so.
Her banter is seemingly getting back in shape too. Lucas smiles lightly, telling her sincerely that he’s glad she’s out and about again. She returns the smile, weak but genuine, and saunters off to go join Dylan and Asher at a table.
Jack and Eric come through the door, shifting Lucas’s demeanor from soft to grumpy teenager in an instant. He asks what the hell they’re both doing there, showing up at his place of work unannounced. Can’t they just leave him be? Isn’t seeing him at school enough? Jack raises his eyebrows, torn between amusement and affront.
Jack: Boy, you don’t own Chubbies.
Lucas: Not yet…
Eric: [ off Jack’s eye roll, with a smile ] We’re just picking up a lunch order. We didn’t come here to spy on you.
Lucas doesn’t seem convinced, but he takes their receipt and goes to retrieve the order anyway. Eric and Jack take a look around the diner as they wait, casually waving to the assorted Adams students who greet (or gape at) them from their spots hanging out.
Jack comments that it’s good to see Isadora out, facing away from them in her booth with Dylan and Asher. He knows that Eric was worried about her. Eric claims he’s always worried about her, but he supposes that is what parenthood is supposed to be like. Just odd, considering he skipped all the other stuff before teenagedom.
Well, Jack thinks he’s doing a pretty good job. So they both had somewhat unconventional life paths… so what? Nothing wrong with that. Eric agrees, pausing before venturing the topic again of other ways they might be unconventional. Their dynamic, whatever it is… certainly not exactly a standard work relationship. But, then, no fairytale romance either. Jack agrees, vaguely, not disagreeing with the assessment that it’s a romance but not exactly saying what they are either.
He turns back to look over his shoulder towards the counter, waiting for Lucas. Eric bounces on the balls of his feet, looking at Jack, trying to find how to make him say what he wants to hear.
Song Cue ♫ ♪ “What A Man Gotta Do” as performed by the Jonas Brothers || Performed by Eric Matthews (feat. Jack Hunter)
The energetic bass line floats in as Eric continues to look at Jack, launching into the song as he contemplates their relationship. While the specifics of their dynamic are unclear, there’s no question that Eric knows how he feels about Jack and what he wants from their relationship.
The first chunk of the song takes place within Chubbies, other patrons getting into the number. Jack is a participant but more in the reluctant muse variety, playing along with a bashful smirk but letting Eric do most of the performing. The dancing takes on a kind of sockhop ‘50s energy, bouncy and full of spunk.
INT. AAA - DAY
Throughout the second verse and chorus, we’re back at AAA, Eric continuing the serenade while he and Jack walk through various parts of the school doing their inspection. In the halls, in the auditorium, up on the catwalk, doesn’t matter -- Jack has his undivided attention, but the work at hand not so much.
INT. AAA - CAFETERIA - DAY
They conclude their walkabout in the cafeteria, Eric hopping onto the tables and really digging into his ballad. Jack chides at him and pulls him down off the tables -- health and safety hazard, come on! -- but that’s an excuse for Eric to drag him into the dance. The two of them do a little jig of their own across the cafeteria…
INT. CHUBBIES - DAY
Intercut with the number still going on at Chubbies. The dancing is much more impressive from the younger, more skilled cast members in the diner, doing lifts and flips and such, but Jack and Eric have no trouble maintaining the center of attention.
As the song comes to an end, they resume their former place at the counter before the number began. They settle back into nonchalance, as if the song never happened, the diner patrons back milling about and in their respective booths. Being the first performance in the space, it proves that Chubbies acts as sort of a liminal performance space -- not everything that occurs in the space is necessarily reality, when it comes to singing and dancing.
And that’s for the best, at least for Lucas. He returns moments later, spared the imaginary musical theatrics, and hands over their order. Jack hands over a few bills, tipping him nicely.
Lucas, pridefully: I don’t want this.
Jack: Yes, you do.
Eric: Consider it a down payment for dinner tomorrow.
Well, with that logic… fine. Lucas makes a face and pockets the money, dropping one of the bills in the jar for the cooks. Suffice to say, Lucas’s relationship with money -- and who’s giving it to him -- is complicated at best.
EXT. CENTRAL PARK - DAY
Riley and Charlie have found a place to settle, a picnic table in the beautiful and scenic Central Park. He’s catching her up on how Haverford is going, selling it a little too keenly to be entirely genuine. He quickly shifts the focus off him, asking how everyone is doing in their last week of summer before classes start at AAA.
Riley gives him the short version of how everyone is doing, from Farkle’s medical stuff to Isadora’s grieving to her and Lucas’s slight trouble yesterday morning.
Charlie: Oh, so that’s why you had time to come hang out with me…
She glares at him, kicking him playfully. He grins, and she tells him that it’s already weird without him being on the same schedule as them. It’s going to be odd, not having him there. She reaches out, touching his hand.
Riley: We miss you.
Charlie: … I miss you guys, too.
Still, he claims it’s going to be okay. How things are is for the best. Sure, Riley says… and anyway, just because he’s at a new school doesn’t mean he has to disappear from their lives. He can still see them, he’s still part of their family. In fact, he should come see West Side Story this Saturday.
This, Charlie is less able to gloss over with a smile. He falters, murmuring that he doesn’t know if that’s the best idea. Riley frowns, not allowing him to brush her off.
Riley: Charlie. [ waiting for him to meet her eyes ] Have you gone to see it at all? It’s a really good production.
Charlie: Yeah, I know --
Riley: I know that you and Zay aren’t… I know things are off because of how you… how things ended last year. I know you’re not how you were, but you’re still… I mean, you’re still friends, aren’t you? I think he would want you to be there. To just ghost --
Charlie: Okay, okay! Riley, you can ease off. I’ll… I’ll think about it.
Not a guarantee, but better than nothing. Riley lets it go, for now.
INT. THERAPIST’S OFFICE - DAY
Farkle is meeting with his therapist, DR. MICHELLE HAN. They discuss the phenomenal progress he’s made in just the last few months, and how while there’s still plenty of work to go, it’s good that his suicidal ideation doesn’t seem to have made a comeback.
Farkle: Yeah, I think a good diet of making jokes about it whenever possible keeps it in check. Self-prescribed.
Dr. Han is used to his quips, so she merely smiles as she writes off the comment. They swap to discussing the progress of his treatment plans, and that the next stage is upping the dosage of the current antidepressant he’s on. Ideally, this should more regulate his mood and keep him from having those dips that he’s suffered from throughout the summer.
Farkle bluntly comments there’s nothing else to do but try, and though it’s said flatly, Dr. Han agrees. She reminds him that mental health is an imperfect, trial-by-error process, and they’ll take each development as it comes. Farkle nods, committed to it in spite of his pithy commentary and jokes.
INT. AAA - ATRIUM - DAY
Jack and Eric emerge from the front office, disappointed but not surprised to see that it’s dark outside. Their ability to stay well past a normal hour is truly astounding… but in this case, it makes sense. They both want Adams to be in the best shape it can possibly be, so the work is worth it.
After their thorough examination and enumeration of everything they need to do today, though, they’re on the right track. For their own mental well-being, Eric suggests they should do their best the next few days to get out of there before nightfall. If that means scheduling other things -- like dinners with the kiddos, for instance -- then so be it. Anything to get them out of there.
Jack agrees as they head towards the doors, pointing out they should make a pact then and there not to come in on the weekend. They will do their work during this week, as your average employee would, and then they will put up the healthy wall of distance. No coming in on Saturday or Sunday to do last-minute tidying or search for more problems to solve. They are going to be strong, independent men away from their disaster school.
Eric can fancy that. The two of them shake on it, a bit cheeky, before they push out the doors and into the humid August evening.
INT. HAVERFORD PREP - STUDENT LOUNGE - DAY
The next morning, Charlie gets more formally introduced to some of his fellow Haverford classmates when he checks out the senior student lounge. This includes BILLY ROSS (18), EVAN SCOTT (17), and DWIGHT “DWEEZIL” HOWARD (16), whom everyone affectionately refers to as Dweezil.
They’re all cute, charming, and well-groomed. Billy carries some of the signature aloof coolness of Zay or Nigel, while Dweezil could be a distant cousin of Dylan, only blonde and far more reserved. Evan is the most similar to Charlie himself, soft-spoken but pleasant and clever.
For what it’s worth, they’re nice, too. They show genuine interest in getting to know Charlie, asking him about what he likes about Haverford so far and what he misses about Adams. Billy seems particularly interested in Adams, wanting to know what their main rival is like within the stone walls. Charlie ducks talking about AAA, instead turning the conversation back to them.
Evan says that a bunch of them are going to hang out at Dweezil’s place after school today, and Charlie should definitely come. He thanks them for the offer, and is totally interested, but actually today won’t work. He already has plans.
Billy: Ooh, plans. You got someone we might wanna know about, Charlie?
Dweezil: I saw you talking to that brunette before lunch yesterday. She’s cute.
Ooh, a girl. Charlie laughs awkwardly, stating it’s not like that. The friend, or the person he has to see today. But it’s important, something he can’t miss.
Oh, well. Another time then. Charlie lets the conversation shift off of him, happy to be included but comfortably in the background again.
INT. SHOPPING MALL - DAY
Maya and Riley are out shopping, walking the spacious atrium of a mall out in the suburbs outside the city. Maya comments they would’ve had more fun walking 5th Avenue.
Riley: Yeah, okay, we’re not broke, but we’re not working with that much money.
Besides, as she claims, there’s more variety and flexibility at a mall like this. More options, and easily accessible. They’ll be able to find everything they need.
That, Maya can second. She pauses outside a cute boutique with chic clothes in the window, claiming that if they spend wisely, they can get more than just new room decor. Wouldn’t it be nice to have some new threads before the school year starts?
Riley hesitantly agrees, but she knows they have to be cautious with their funds. She tries to find a way to trick Maya out of her interest, offering up a challenge. Sure, they can shop for clothes too -- but then both of them get to pick an outfit for the other person. And the other has to wear it on the first day of school, no arguments.
Riley’s mistake was forgetting that Maya loves a juicy challenge. She eagerly accepts, stating she is going to find the perfect thing for Riley to wear on the first day as she flurries into the store. Riley grimaces, chasing after her.
Maya: You’re so on, Matthews. Let’s shop.
Riley, nervously: Wait, okay, maybe let’s set some ground rules --
EXT. NEW YORK STREETS - DAY
Isadora is trailing behind Dylan and Asher as they make their way through AAA’s neighborhood, asking them where the hell they’re headed. Dylan deftly dodges her question with vague non-answers, to the amusement of Asher and chagrin of Isadora.
Dylan: Are any of us really headed anywhere? Are we not, at the end of the day, all headed to the same thing?
Isadora: Thanks, Dyl Pickle. That’s what the girl with the dead mom wants to hear.
Dylan: Oh, no no, you’re mistaken. I’ll never die.
Bewildering, but classically, Dylan offers no elaboration on that bold comment. He grins wider as he spots what he’s looking for, arriving in an outdoor pavilion area and greeting some additional members to their party.
It’s the techie crew, back in action. JADE BEAMON, NATE MARTINEZ, JEFF MONROE, and DAVE WILLIAMS are waiting around for them, happily greeting Isadora when they see her approaching with Dylan and Asher. They claim it’s great to see her, and Isadora accepts a gentle hug from Jade.
Isadora: You’re not all just waiting around here for me, are you?
Nate: Uh, yeah. That’s what Dylan told us to do.
Jeff: We’re just happy to see you. And it’s nice to get the whole gang back together before we’re back in that performance prison for one more year.
Dave: Well, not Lucas.
Jade: No, of course not. Because --
All, mockingly: “He has to work.”
Though she’s still uncertain, and doesn’t know if their dynamic is going to quite be the same, Isadora is already smiling again. The energy of the techie crew, her original crew, is infectious, and it’s good to be around them again. She turns the question to Dylan and Asher, asking if they thought this would be some magical serotonin cure-all.
Dylan: Maybe. Is it working?
Asher: We wanted to show you that even when you disappear for a while, your crew is going to be here when you’re ready to reemerge. You’re not going back into the jungle alone.
Jeff: Bet.
Isadora: Even after last year? Everything wasn’t exactly picture perfect before Hurricane Val wiped everything else off my mental map.
Jade: I mean, no, things aren’t going to be exactly the same, but that doesn’t mean we’re gone for good.
Dave: Once a techie, always a techie.
And that’s exactly the message Dylan wanted to be clear. And in case it wasn’t, well, there’s an easy way to remedy that.
Song Cue ♫ ♪ “Jet Song” as performed by West Side Story Original Cast Recording || Performed by AAA Senior Techies
[ Lyrics specific to characters. Follow along here! ]
Dylan takes the Riff lead, kicking off the song with enthusiasm. Every “Jet” is smoothly replaced with “Tech.” When he refers to having “brothers around,” he loops an arm around Jeff and Nate and pulls them close in a hug. Asher takes over from there, the two of them passing the first verse back and forth.
Then the crew of them take off, marching through the pavilion as a group. While the orchestra vamps Dylan leads the group with Isadora, explaining his plan that they’re all going to go to Zay’s final performance Saturday night. Jade snorts at the idea that Lucas would go anywhere, let alone a theater; Nate points out that Zay is a performer, and they’ve never especially stepped up to support performers.
Dylan: Nate, the era of divisions is past. There’s no techies, no performers. Just senior A class, baby!
Dave: Great, daddio.
Asher: So listen -- [ as the group huddles ] Everybody dress up sweet and sharp. Meet me, Isa, and Dyl at the theater before 7. And walk tall!
Jeff: We always walk tall!
Jade: We’re techs!
Nate: The greatest!
From there, the techie tots take over, taking to the streets and jumping around together. Jeff and Nate are carrying most of the vocals, but as an ensemble, they all sound pretty decent. Thankfully, the Jets weren’t the most perfectly harmonious performers either. Yeah!
EXT. COFFEE SHOP - DAY
Charlie is seated alone at a table on the patio, at an unfamiliar coffee shop, tapping his fingers nervously against the tabletop. The rhythm is intrinsic, like a waltz, counts of three over and over to keep him grounded while he waits for his expected company. The lemonade he ordered sits untouched in front of him.
Thankfully, he doesn’t have to wait much longer. His eyes widen when he spots her, his internal metronome freezing on the downbeat.
BRIDGETTE GARDNER (21). She’s thin and waifish, pretty like her siblings with thick dark hair and attractive bone structure. But that’s where the resemblance stops, as her demeanor is nowhere near as palatable and pleasant as her brother. She’s dressed in dark hues, light crocheted cardigan hanging down around her elbows and exposing her shoulders under her black tank top. Her eyeliner is bold around her bright blue eyes, icy and sharp and heavy with something. Like knowledge, like she already knows everything there is to know, has seen all the truth that there is to see.
To Charlie, though, she’s just his big sister. The big sister he hasn’t seen in years, scrubbed out of his family history like an ink stain.
He rises to his feet as she hesitates, slowing her approach. Finally, they’re in front of one another, not sure what to say. Not smiling—Charlie in shock, Bridgette out of defensive precaution.
Then, Charlie moves, pulling her into an embrace without a word. He lets out a sigh, holding her tighter. Saying all the soft, vulnerable things without saying anything at all.
Bridgette tenses, then slowly lifts her arms to return the hug.
INT. ANIMAL SHELTER - DAY
Riley and Lucas are working side-by-side at the shelter, both clad in their dark green volunteer shirts. They’re cleaning out cat cages and feeding them as they go, moving with precision that indicates they’ve done this routine before. Volunteering there together isn’t a new thing for them.
As charitable as that is, Lucas can’t help but point out it doesn’t exactly abide by Cory’s demands. In fact, they’ve seen an awful lot of each other for two people who are forbidden from interacting for the week.
Riley: I don’t see why the good animals of Manhattan should have to suffer for my misdeeds. It would be irresponsible, nay, an injustice, if I were to shirk my volunteer duties simply because we happen to work shifts at the same time.
Lucas: Someone is getting real good at finding loopholes. [ granting her a smirk ] I’m so proud.
Riley beams, shrugging her shoulders flirtatiously. She goes on to tell him about how redecorating is going, explaining the challenge she and Maya made about getting to dress the other for the first day. Lucas cringes, though whether it’s because of Maya or because he’s cleaning a litterbox isn’t totally clear.
Lucas: I like you, Riley, but I think I’ll have to cut my eyes out if you show up to school looking like a mini-Maya. Isadora last year was terrorizing enough.
Riley: [ with an eye roll ] We’re not dressing like each other, we’re just picking for each other. Forces us to try something new, embrace a little change. Might as well start the year that way, since senior year is guaranteed to have a lot of it.
Yeah, to that point… Riley starts to ask if Lucas has thought at all about what his college application plans are yet. She knows she wants to apply to Barnard, a local all-women highly-ranked liberal arts college. And she’s thinking about performing programs, but then maybe not. Lucas seems hesitant to answer, but he’s saved by a VET TECH employee poking her head out from the back room.
Vet Tech: Lucas, you got a minute to give us a hand? Lil’ Nat needs shots again, and you’re the only one who can get her to sit still long enough without traumatizing the poor thing.
Lucas: Yeah, sure. I’m just about finished here.
Vet Tech: Awesome. We’re just in the back when you’re ready. [ to Riley ] I tell you, your friend’s got the magic touch.
Riley: Oh, believe me, I’m very aware.
Lucas cuts Riley a look, which she matches with an innocent smile. Once the tech is gone, Riley watches Lucas scoop up the cat whose cage he was cleaning and lock it back up properly.
Riley: You know, seems like you’ve got a thing for this. Working with animals. Maybe like… a talent?
Lucas brushes her off, especially the teasing nature of discussing “talent” when they know he has none, but Riley isn’t actually kidding. She watches him thoughtfully as he jogs to the back room, only turning her attention back to the task at hand when the cat in the cage she’s tending to headbutts her affectionately.
EXT. COFFEE SHOP - DAY
Bridgette is now seated opposite Charlie, some of the ice broken between them. She’s finishing up explaining why their reunion had to wait so long when he reached out in June and it’s now almost September — she was abroad in Europe.
Bridgette: Take it from me, everyone should travel somewhere new at least once. Get a new perspective, see something they’ve never seen before. Illuminating, really.
Charlie pauses trying to process her actually being there, what she’s like now versus how he remembers her, to ask the obvious question — how did she afford to do that? There’s no way she had the money on her own after whatever happened with mom and dad.
Bridgette: Family outcast rule number 1. Make rich friends.
And, as she goes on to explain, their great aunt Mary helped fund her voyage. This is shocking to Charlie, as she’s as devout as Eleanor if not more, but Bridgette explains that’s exactly why she did it.
Bridgette: I think she saw it like the ultimate good deed, like missionary work at home. Like if she helped me go abroad, explore something new, the journey would take me straight to Jesus and I’d be born again. Then I’d come crying back to her, so grateful, so happy I’d found the Lord again and that she helped me achieve it. And I’d come back home, we’d be a perfect happy Gardner unit again, and she would get all the sainthood credit of bringing our devious defective Bridgette back from Satan’s fiery hold. [ a beat ] Obviously, that didn’t happen, but I ate a lot of hellishly good food.
It takes some adjusting, hearing someone from his family speak so uncharacteristically heathen-like. Zay, sure, but a Gardner? Charlie uses the opportunity to broach the topic of their family and her banishment, trying to get to the bottom of what happened.
Bridgette: It’s okay, Chuckles. You can ask me direct. Neither of us are going to burn up in hellfire. I cast a protective charm over us when I sat down.
[ Charlie blinks, uncertain. Bridgette gives him a look. ]
Bridgette: That was a joke. Come on, I’m just the exile, not back from the dead. You can laugh a little bit, buddy.
Charlie: Sorry. Sorry, it’s just, um… a lot. And you’re… it’s just been…
Bridgette: I know. Been a while since I’ve seen you, too, you know. Last I remember, you were two inches shorter with an even worse haircut. Might’ve still had braces too, though maybe it’s just all running together.
Comment about his hair aside, Charlie asks again what the heck even happened. Bridgette is surprised Eleanor never told them, as she thought she would’ve used it as a lesson. Made a big example, or whatever. Charlie claims the mystery and finality of her disappearance was deterrent enough, from any and all things. Maybe vagueness was more effective after all. Bridgette shakes her head, crossing her arms and taking a moment before meeting his eyes.
Bridgette: You really wanna know what I did? Brace yourself, it’s downright damning. [ bluntly ] I had sex.
Charlie stares at her, waiting for more. There isn’t. Bridgtte senses his uncertainty.
Bridgette: That’s right. I’m a dirty little sinner, because I had sex before marriage. Like damn Eve in the garden of Eden, just too curious with my devilish womanhood. But that wasn’t even my mistake, you know. I could’ve done it, and done it as much as I wanted, and gotten away with it. Mom and dad are intimidating, but they’re not all-knowing. They would’ve never known any better. No, my fatal error was telling mom the truth. I thought, okay, I did this, but mom loves me. She’ll help me out of it, figure out how to turn those feelings off, or at least set me up so that I could explore safely. I think that’s what I wanted, really, but I should’ve known that would never be an option. I didn’t get that far, anyway.
As she recounts it, their discussion after her confession didn’t last long. Eleanor was disappointed, disgusted even, and the only way she would “help” her would be to take her out of college and ship her off to Bible college. There, she could be under watchful eyes, and work through prayer and therapies toward rehabilitation with God. Bridgette said fuck that, and Eleanor claimed if she wasn’t going to fix it, she wouldn’t do it under their roof. So, she left.
Charlie shakes his head, struggling to grapple with it all. He supposes he knew, to some degree, always figured what must’ve happened. But it’s hard to reconcile, to work through, when he still knows his mother as loving and supportive and wanting the best for him. Conditionally, maybe, but that’s not nothing.
But he thanks Bridgette for sharing the truth with him. And for showing up at all when he reached out. She didn’t have to do that — he did nothing to help her either, so she could’ve easily just ignored him and kept the embargo going. She had every right.
Bridgette: Charlie, it’s not your job to show up for me. Least of all when you didn’t even know. You’re my little brother, not a saint.
[ Charlie lets that sink in. Bridgette shrugs, slouching more comfortably now that her secrets are out. ]
Bridgette: Besides, I figured if you were reaching out to me, there had to be a reason. You wouldn’t be sneaking around trying to connect with me if there weren’t some motivation pushing you to it.
Charlie: Couldn’t it just be brotherly love?
Bridgette: It could. But I’m not naive enough to believe it’s that simple.
They hold eye contact, Bridgette arching an eyebrow. Her icy eyes see right through him. So?
Charlie takes a deep breath, looking down at the table. He struggles through articulating that she’s not the only one with secrets, that he needed to see that even after her exodus she was still surviving. To see that there’s a life beyond their perfect house, just in case, because he’s more and more aware of the risk.
Charlie: I’m never going to be the ideal son mom and dad want me to be. I can’t be. I’m not going to be the honorable man with the beautiful wife and perfect kids and radiant sense of blessed peace. I’m not going to have any of that. And I tried, I mean, I thought for so long maybe I could. I just hadn’t unlocked it, hadn’t figured out what was missing, but I know that’s not how it works now. I know who I am, and it’s not that. I’m never going to have a beautiful wife.
[ Bridgette waits patiently. Charlie chokes on the thought and clears his throat, centering himself before he tries again. He meets her eyes. ]
Charlie: I’m gay. I don’t like… I couldn’t… [ sighing ] I’m gay.
The sentiment hangs in the air between them, Charlie’s first intentional coming out. Bridgette doesn’t seem at all surprised, or affected, maintaining her calm demeanor.
Bridgette: Okay. Good for you, Charlie.  Thanks for telling me.
Not nearly as dramatic as he imagined. But maybe it’s better that way. Charlie nods, catching his breath. Bridgette goes on to point out that sinning aside, he’s already smarter than she was as he clearly has not told their parents. As long as he doesn’t do that, then he’ll be fine, at least as long as he can handle the guilt.
Bridgette: And who knows? Maybe they'll surprise you. Maybe mom will be like one of those Catholics who takes pity on the gays, those poor sinners who can’t help themselves. So long as you don’t do something truly sinful and unforgivable, you know, like sex before marriage —
Charlie grimaces and then whines, dropping his head on his arms on the tabletop. Bridgette pauses, clocking his dramatic reaction, then bursts into laughter. Oh, Chuckles, Chuckles, Chuckles…
INT. MINKUS HOME - NIGHT
Farkle and Jennifer return from another day of doctoring, the former obviously exhausted. EZRA MINKUS rushes out to greet him with a hug, telling him he missed him all day.
STUART MINKUS emerges from his back office as well, greeting them cheerfully and asking how everything went. Jennifer lauds Farkle’s improvement according to the doctors, and then the both of them begin asking Farkle a bunch of questions while Ezra barrels him with details about his day. How is he feeling? What does he feel like for dinner — they could order his favorite? Is he able to play now that he’s not sick? Frankly, Farkle has had enough prodding for a lifetime, mental or otherwise.
Farkle, waspish: What I’m feeling is that I would like five minutes of a little peace and quiet! Alone!
He marches out of the room, retreating to his room and slamming the door. Ezra asks if he made Farkle mad, but Stuart assures him it wasn’t his fault. They’re all understanding. It’s just… tough right now.
INT. MINKUS HOME - FARKLE’S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Farkle reclines against his door, releasing a sigh. Solitude is nice, and needed, but it doesn’t make him feel all that better. He doesn’t like feeling so moody, snapping at his family, being on knife’s edge. He misses when things were normal, or at least, he thought they were. Recovery is crucial, but he didn’t expect it to be so damn exhausting.
He collapses onto his bed with a flop, the sonic pop beat dropping just as he does…
Song Cue ♫ ♪ “In My Bed” as performed by Sabrina Carpenter || Performed by Farkle Minkus
Farkle starts the performance sideways on his bed, the camera moving in odd angles with him as he dramatically rolls around in theatrics. He also moves around his room and plays with the scenery, leaning into the melodramatic anguish yet skillfully contrasted with the somewhat flat delivery of the vocals.
INT. DOCTOR’S OFFICES - DAY
The other part of the number is split in and out of doctor’s offices, Farkle basically floating through the scenery as different physicians and experts poke and prod and question him. He lets it all happen without comment, like a specimen under a microscope, staring blankly at the camera to convey his exhaustion while he sings.
INT. MINKUS HOME - FARKLE’S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Then, he concludes the song back in his room, flopping backwards onto his bed on the last “I’m still in my bed.”
INT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT
As promised, Jack and Eric are having dinner with Lucas and Isadora, the teens opposite them in a booth. Though the gathering is far from conventional — principal, counselor, adoptee, and delinquent — the dynamic amongst them is comfortable and casual. It’s clear they’ve done this multiple times before.
Isadora asks Jack and Eric how the inspection is going, if they think they’ll have to do a lot of work before the school year starts. Lucas asks for elaboration, like if they’ve learned anything about the hack coming into admin or what his game is. Jack cautions against writing the new colleague off as a hack from the get-go, to which Lucas rolls his eyes. Eric assures them they’ve got everything under control, and he’s feeling confident things will go off swimmingly.
Lucas, flatly: Someone should be.
He swipes a fry off Isadora’s plate, causing her to elbow him in the side. He’s got his own food, doesn’t he? Jackass. Lucas grins, chewing his stolen French fry pointedly. Eric watches them in amusement, Jack commenting that’s as good a time as any to grab the check. He gets up to go pay, leaving Eric to temper Lucas and Isadora’s sibling-like bickering.
As Jack pays the bill, the WAITRESS working the register casts a glance towards their unusual table. Though, to her, it clearly doesn’t seem so odd. She smiles.
Waitress: Cute family.
Jack opens his mouth to correct her, but something stops him. Instead he glances at them, then back to her, retrieving his credit card.
Jack: Thank you.
She tells him he’s good to go. As Jack puts his card back into his wallet, he watches his “family” far afar, fondness written all over his face.
INT. MATTHEWS APARTMENT - MASTER BEDROOM - DAY
The room is in the midst of a makeover, Riley and Maya moving things around while they add their new decor to the space. It’s already got a little more pizazz, but still has a ways to go.
Maya is doing more directing than helping, distracted by their clothes haul and eager to get to trying stuff on. Riley drags her away from the bags, reminding her that once they get their room in shape, then they can see what torture they have in store for each other.
Maya: Ye of little faith…
INT. CHUBBIES - DAY
Lucas is bussing a vacated table when Farkle hurricanes through the doors in a huff. It’s clear he’s frazzled, fidgety as he spots Lucas.
Farkle: You’re here.
Lucas, bluntly: Yeah. I work here.
Farkle: Oh, right. Weird.
Lucas: Sure, I’m the weird one…
Lucas starts heading back behind the counter with the bin of dishes, Farkle trailing along behind him. He asks if Riley is here, to which Lucas tells him he can look around and answer that for himself.
That’s obviously not what Farkle wants to hear. He runs a hand through his hair, smacking a hand down on the countertop.
Farkle: I swear, I’m losing my mind. Not that I had much of one to begin with, but if I have to spend one more day in a doctor’s office or in that stupid penthouse suite I really think I might kill someone.
Lucas just looks at him, slightly judgmental, clearly wondering why the hell he has to be the one stuck listening to this tirade. But Farkle is not deterred, continuing on about how he’s sick of being monitored and babied and so heavily in control it’s like he’s spiraling out of it in spite. It’s suffocating, and he doesn’t know how he’s supposed to fix it when the stuff that fixes it is what is making him insane. He feels crazy. He feels absolutely deranged. After a certain amount of melodrama, Lucas snaps.
Lucas: Oh my God, enough!
He walks away from the counter, his disappearance just enough to stun Farkle into silence. He reappears a few moments later though, peeling off his apron and hanging it behind the counter. He heads towards the door, gesturing brusquely for Farkle to follow.
Lucas: Come on, move it. Let’s go.
Farkle: What? Where are we going?
Lucas stops, meeting his eyes with a sharp glare. It’s not the least bit encouraging.
Lucas, shortly: We’re fixing it.
Then he pushes out the door, not waiting up. Scary prospects, and Lucas has never been a friend to Farkle. But his curiosity is piqued, it’s a distraction from the… everything else, and well, he’s always had a little bit of a fear kink.
Farkle jogs out after him.
EXT. SKATE PARK - DAY
Dylan and Isadora are making their way down the street, Isadora once again unsure where they’re going. She also asks where Asher is, as it’s just the two of them that afternoon. Dylan explains that he got Riley to pull a favor for him with Zay, but doesn’t elaborate. He’ll catch up with them later. Isadora gets distracted before she can question further, as they arrive at their destination.
The local skate park. Bustling with teens on a Friday afternoon, full of life and energy. It’s clearly Dylan’s turf, a few other skaters shouting greetings at him that he returns with a wave.
Isadora, on the other hand, is not enthused. She’s like oh no way and starts to turn around but Dylan pulls her back, encouraging her to just give it a try. She points out that she has never skated in her life, but he claims that doesn’t matter. As he goes on to say, when he first started out he didn’t know what he was doing either. But it’s freeing, it clears his mind, and she has to admit the two of them have more in common mentally than one would think at first glance.
Dylan: When I started skating, I fell all the time. Got banged up and bruised and scraped, even in places I didn’t know could scrape.
Isadora: Oh, nice. Very encouraging, thank you.
Dylan: But I got back up. Every time. Right now, you’ve been knocked down and banged up and scraped. [ holding out his board ] It’s time to get back up.
He holds her gaze, putting the ball in her court. Isadora hesitates, looking at the board… then takes it with a sigh.
Isadora: Might as well try.
Dylan grins and bounces on his feet, eagerly finding a place for them to practice. He helps her get on the board and then lets her use him as a way to steady herself, until slowly they start moving in one direction. Just when it seems like she’s got the gist, and Dylan lets her go, she speeds up a bit… and wipes out, unable to stop and falling off the board as it keeps going and rams into the chain-link fence.
Dylan: Oh, yikes --
Dylan jogs over, asking if she’s okay. But she’s merely laughing, falling onto her back and cackling uncontrollably. Once she manages to calm to a giggle, she accepts his help to climb back to her feet. She seems energized for the first time all week, expression bright.
Isadora: Let’s try again.
Dylan beams, nodding. The two of them jog to grab the skateboard.
INT. WEST SIDE THEATER - AUDITORIUM - DAY
Zay pushes open the door from the hall, entering with Asher following tentatively behind him. He has the same awe as Yindra and Nigel as he gets to walk around a real production, though his is also sprinkled with his usual amount of nerves.
Asher: Again, if this is a bother, any burden at all, you really don’t have to show me --
Zay: Well, you’re already here so. [ patting his shoulder ] Let’s enjoy it, yeah?
Clearly, Zay has experience dealing with people riddled with anxiety. Still, it works, Asher nodding and following him onto the stage. Zay smiles, telling him he’ll really want to see this, before showing him the full set for the show. Mainly, he thinks the movable set piece that has the fire escape on it is the coolest. Asher marvels at it as Zay climbs around, pulling himself up to sit on the base of the metal.
Asher: Seems sturdy. Good structural design. It would be nice if we could figure out that balance at Triple A -- we usually have to sacrifice style for functionality.
Zay: I wouldn’t call your sets unstylish, Garcia. But anyway, still have one more year to try. And it would probably help if we could have a set that didn’t get vandalized three-fourths into our production.
Touché. Asher continues to walk around the set pieces, getting a good look. Zay states that he likes hanging out on the fire escape since he doesn’t get to spend much time on it during the show -- it’s reserved for Tony and Maria. But off the clock, well, he can do whatever he wants. Just as he’s declaring this independent take, his director steps onto the stage with the stage manager, discussing the show.
Zay hops down from the set quickly, the director cheerfully greeting him but asking what he’s doing there so early. He doesn’t have call time for another couple hours. He coolly explains that he’s showing a friend around, finding Asher hiding behind the set piece and lightly yanking him out to come introduce himself. Asher’s instinct to be professional and polite takes over, making a good impression as he shakes her hand.
Zay: If you’re looking for a production designer in a couple years, look no further. Asher has been creating killer sets and designs for our productions at Adams for four years.
Asher: Oh, well, I don’t know if --
Zay: It’s true. I showed you those photos from our production of Les Mis? This guy, right here.
The director seems suitably impressed, commending Asher for his eye. Asher awkwardly brushes it off, overwhelmed by the praise, claiming it was just as much the effort of his fellow technicians to bring it to life that pulled it off. The director is pleased by that humble reaction, stating it was a pleasant surprise to meet him and telling Zay she’ll see him later before sauntering off with the manager.
Zay: Just got you your first post-grad job, I bet. You’re welcome.
Asher shakes his head. He asks how Zay like… does that all the time, just confidently sells himself with no reservations. Doesn’t he feel weird, bragging like that?
Zay: Well, it’s not bragging when it’s true. I’d argue it’s equally bad to sell yourself so short no one ever even knows you’re there.
Asher: I guess that’s true.
Zay: And why shouldn’t we sell ourselves? Isn’t this the time to do so? Especially when we have the talent, when we deserve it? We’ve got one more year in school, and then after that it’s a whole new world. I don’t know about you, but I’m going in strong.
Song Cue ♫ ♪ “ROYL” as performed by Chloe x Halle || Performed by Zay Babineaux, Asher Garcia, Maya Hart, Riley Matthews, Isadora De La Cruz, and Dylan Orlando
Zay leads us into the boppy fun pop track, highlighting the theme for the episode as well as the season as a whole. It’s time to live their lives, spread their wings and fly, and if that includes being a little glamorous and daring, then so be it!
He manages to pull Asher into it within the first verse, the two of them spending the rest of the number strutting through the backstage areas and chewing up the scenery. Though they’re not the only two working the number…
EXT. SKATE PARK - DAY
Dylan and Isadora have their time to jam, boasting the coolest setting as their backdrop. They harmonize and goof off while skaters do impressive tricks around them. Talk about living on the edge and spreading your wings!
INT. MATTHEWS APARTMENT - MASTER BEDROOM - DAY
And Riley and Maya share the sequence as well, grooving and vocalizing while decorating the room. It makes great strides over the course of the song, both of them collapsing onto their beds with a flourish when they’re done.
Just as an explosive goes off --
EXT. OUTDOOR HIDEOUT - DAY
The boom is a firework, Lucas back to his old tricks of setting off explosives. Only this time, it’s a charitable act, as he’s showing Farkle how to do it in an effort to relieve some of his tightly wound stress. It seems to be working, Farkle laughing hysterically as they set another off and let it go zooming off into the sky. He says this is the best afternoon he’s had in weeks.
Lucas: That’s pathetic. But you’re welcome. Just… don’t tell Riley.
Legal? Questionable. But fun? Yes. And seemingly exactly what Farkle needed. He’s got new life in him now, looking towards Lucas as he grabs another bottle rocket and starts to expertly set it up. When he rises to his feet, Farkle speaks.
Farkle: I misjudged you.
The conversation takes on a slightly serious tone, Farkle explaining that he spent so much time deriding Lucas and judging him and purposefully trying to drive him crazy when he honestly didn’t even really know him. And some of the stuff he did to him, the way he behaved… it wasn’t right. So he hopes, like he said last year, that they can move past it.
Lucas is obviously a bit uncomfortable with the vulnerability, but not opposed to the idea of a truce. He avoids eye contact, shrugging.
Lucas: Well, it’s not like I was an angel towards you either… [ glancing at him ] Guess we can call it even.
Sounds good to Farkle. He nods, agreeing. Then Lucas gives him the lighter to do the honors, Farkle dropping down excitedly and flicking on the flame. As he lights the next fuse…
INT. MATTHEWS APARTMENT - MASTER BEDROOM - DAY
Maya is looking not quite like a firecracker, good-looking as always but out of her element in the outfit Riley chose for her. She’s sporting a sleek cotton turtleneck and tight-fitting gold plaid pants that cinch at her waist. She looks good, it’s just not what she would’ve envisioned. She frowns slightly as she nitpicks at her reflection, telling Riley to hurry up in the restroom. She wants to see her grand vision in action.
And see it she does. Riley emerges from the bathroom, dressed in a black Bardot dress with an open back and exposed skin on her torso where the chest of the dress cinches into a delicate bow. Maya has paired the look with tie-up knee-high boots. To be blunt, she looks hot as hell, but it’s way bolder than Riley would ever be on her own. She doesn’t quite know how to carry herself in it, making herself smaller as she comes to stand in front of the full-length mirror with Maya.
Maya, whistling: Now that’s what I’m talking about, Riles. Bang bang.
Riley: I don’t know. It feels a little… I mean, don’t you think --
Maya: What I think is that if you carry yourself properly, you’ll look slamming.
She makes subtle adjustments to Riley’s posture in the mirror -- standing up straight, lifting her chin, taking a power stance rather than trying to remain unassuming. And to her credit, Maya is right. Riley does look awesome, especially when she holds herself the way she should. And it still feels like her, too, somehow. Just Riley Matthews with the volume turned up. Maya grins at their reflection, proud of her work.
Maya: You’ve got this in you all the time -- every woman does. It’s part of our natural superior power. Maybe it’s time to let this you take control for a while.
Maybe Maya, scarily, has a point… and she does look damn good…
Maya: You know, rather than being a doormat who defers to everyone else all the time. Just an idea. Especially when you look hot!
Okay, less encouraging. Riley shoots her a glare at that comment, but even when Maya walks away her point remains. Riley contemplates, looking at her empowered reflection.
EXT. SKATE PARK - DAY
Asher arrives at the skate park, finding Isadora sitting on the concrete benches. He plops down next to her with a greeting, asking why she’s just there by herself. Isadora shrugs like it’s no big deal, claiming she wanted to set Dylan free for a bit to have fun on his own terms. She doesn’t mind. It’s fun to just watch him.
And he clearly is having fun. He’s laughing with other skaters and working out some tricks of his own, bright and social as ever. When he does a kick-flip and lands it with a flourish, Isadora comments that he’s gotten really good at skating.
Asher: Yeah. Wasn’t always though. First time he brought me here, he basically face-planted and I had to patch up his wounds.
Isadora: Well, that’s why you’re good together, isn’t it? Balancing each other out.
Asher: Guess so. Friends are like that, too, though. Patch you up when you fall.
Yeah, if they’ve proven anything this week, it would be that. Isadora meets his eyes, offering a small smile that he easily returns. Grateful for his time and effort, even if she doesn’t have the words to articulate it. Asher isn’t going to push her, not one for big emotional speeches either.
And thankfully, they have the best distraction there is to focus on instead. Dylan preps to ride the half-pipe, looking over his shoulder and spotting the two of them. He notices that Asher has joined them, grinning wider. He blows a kiss towards them, then tips off the side and into the rush of the ride.
INT. WEST SIDE THEATER - DRESSING ROOM - NIGHT
It’s Saturday night, and Zay’s final performance in West Side Story. He’s backstage getting ready when Yindra and Nigel are allowed backstage to visit, exchanging cool nods with a couple of the other performers before rushing over to him. Nigel asks Zay for a big favor, to which he raises his eyebrows.
Zay: Depends. How big is this favor?
Nigel: … so the techies are here tonight, and Jade is with them, but she said she’d be just as happy sitting with me and Yindra. So then I mentioned how you took us backstage the other day, and how cool that was, and then I said maybe you could do the same for her. At least to see the costumes. Man, if I could get Jade back here to see actual Broadway --
Yindra, helpfully: Off-Broadway…
Nigel: -- level costumes, she would think it was so cool. Please, can she come backstage after the show? Please. Please?
Zay: Alright, alright! You can bring her back here, Shakespeare-in-love. You’ll just have to wait until we’re done with post-show notes so I can say bye to everyone.
Nigel lightly pumps his fist. Score. Yindra shakes her head at his ridiculousness, obviously well used to his Jade-related monologues by now.
Suddenly, the director flurries into the dressing room in a full state. When the actors ask what the hell is wrong, she informs them that their Tony has succumbed to his illness. He’s not going to be able to make the show.
Actor 1: Succumbed? Is he dead?
Actor 2: His cold? He’s been working through it all week!
Director: Yes, well, now it’s pneumonia. Our Tony has pneumonia, his understudy is out of state, and we are royally fucked.
Yindra, under her breath: That’s what happens when you don’t let yourself recover...
For a moment, there’s the electricity of opportunity in the air as Zay thinks fast. Then he steps forward, stating confidently that he can do it. He can do the Tony role. Yindra and Nigel gape at him, stunned and amazed.
The director starts asking questions, like who will do his role and how he’ll do an entirely new part in one night. Zay’s more than prepared, firing back answers.
Zay: I’ve been studying his rehearsals, I know all the blocking. I can do the singing and dancing in my sleep, and you know I’ve got the range. My understudy is here, so he can just step into the Riff role.
The director considers this, torn between conventionality and truly desperate straits. Zay appeals to her ethos, coming across as stable and capable as he can.
Zay: I can do this. I can play the role.
An endless moment of tension, of uncertainty. Then the director caves, agreeing to the change and instructing Zay to go to costuming fast and get suited up for Tony. They’ll have to make some last-minute tailoring adjustments, but nothing they can’t pull off in the next thirty minutes. Thank God for simple male costuming. Everyone else, warm ups in the green room in five minutes!
The moment she’s gone, Zay turns back to Nigel and Yindra with palpable excitement on his face. They jostle him enthusiastically, lowkey screaming at this turn of events. Zay is about to headline his first Off-Broadway show!
INT. AAA - AUDITORIUM - NIGHT
In contrast to the high energy of the West Side theater, the Adams auditorium is peaceful. Makes sense, since it’s a Saturday night and school doesn’t open until Monday. The lights are down, only one set of lights on above the stage where Eric is sitting. He’s comfortably on an acting block, looking out at the quiet house and sipping from one of his office mugs.
Unsurprisingly, Jack makes his way onto the stage a few moments later. He raises his eyebrows at seeing Eric already there, but he can’t help but smile.
Jack: I thought we agreed we weren’t coming in this weekend.
Eric: Yeah, and I’m a liar. I caved.
Jack: Well, I’m here too, aren’t I? I just wanted to come in on the offensive.
Eric smiles, patting the acting block set up next to him. Jack walks over, settling down onto the block and releasing a sigh. He soaks in the plaintive quiet for a moment, commenting how different it’ll feel on Monday when the students return. Instances of quiet like this are pretty rare, in this land. The calm before the storm, in a sense.
At least, Eric claims, this year isn’t likely to be the hurricane last year was. And they’re better prepared, now, and they’ve got their school in tip-top shape after this week. They’ve done the work. The kids have done the work. They’re ready now, for what happens next.
Jack chooses to believe he’s right, even with the impending threats that might descend upon their peace come Monday. They joke about how they’re both there bracing for the worst anyway, but Eric points out it’s not just that. He likes coming in just to spend time there, like Stockholm Syndrome almost. Adams, in some ways, is their baby. Especially in the last few years, it’s been something they’ve raised from the ground up to be better. Just like their students.
Jack: And amazingly, I wouldn’t have it any other way. [ raising his thermos ] Partner.
Eric smiles. Even if other aspects of their relationship are murky, that’s something. Partner… he could get used to partner.
Eric clinks his mug against Jack’s thermos, as Zay’s vocals and the orchestral underscore of West Side Story gently floats in...
INT. WEST SIDE THEATER - AUDITORIUM - NIGHT
Song Cue ♫ ♪ “Somewhere” as performed by West Side Story Original Cast Recording || Performed by Zay Babineaux & Charlie Gardner
We’re in the second act of the show, Zay obviously killing his first and last stint as Tony. He sings expressively as always, emotive and strong. He has decent chemistry with his co-star as well, especially for only jumping into the role on the fly that night.
In the audience, over the course of the first verse, we see plenty of familiar faces in the audience as Riley planned. She’s sitting next to Lucas, and down the line from him are the rest of the techies, Isadora nestled between him and Dylan. Farkle and Maya are present as well. Jade is sitting next to Nigel, leaning over to whisper something in his ear. Yindra eyes them from Nigel’s other side, amused.
Then, in the back of the house, there’s Charlie. There after all, but hidden away. He’s standing in the wing of the doors to the atrium, though it seems as though he wasn’t hiding there the whole show. He watches Zay perform wistfully, that usual mixture of awe and pride in his features, but it’s cut with melancholy now.
Then, as the Maria verse starts, it’s not Zay’s co-star singing, but Charlie instead. On stage, it’s not the actual performance but the two of them under the soft lights, sharing the duet with more chemistry and far more emotion than the original duo could ever have. On the line “hold my hand and we’re halfway there,” Charlie and Zay lightly press their palms together, before sliding their fingers together and clasping their hands.
We'll find a new way of living, We'll find a way of forgiving…
But that’s not reality. It’s a nice dream, wishful really, but as apt as the lyrics are, it’s not the truth. Charlie blinks the wetness from his eyes, turning and escaping the theater.
EXT. WEST SIDE THEATER - NIGHT
Charlie pushes into the breezy summer night, letting out an exhale. He stands frozen for a moment, torn over going back in to see it through to the end…
But he can’t. It’s over now. What’s done is done. Charlie stuffs his hands in his pockets and starts down the street, pointedly alone in the Manhattan evening. The orchestra plays him off as we watch him get further and further away…
INT. WEST SIDE THEATER - ATRIUM - NIGHT
Zay, on the other hand, is surrounded by company as he gathers with spectators after the performance. He’s clutching flowers from his family as the director lauds his talents to DONNA BABINEAUX, OMAR BABINEAUX, and JADA BABINEAUX. She states he’s a life-saving performer, totally saved the show tonight, and he knows her number for when he’s ready to jump back on the stage. Talk about a helpful connection!
After she flutters off, Donna pulls Zay into a hug and tells him how incredibly proud she is. Omar echoes the sentiment. Jada playfully elbows him and then ruffles his hair, to his complaints, saying she can’t let his head get too big, now. Might have to take a pin to it and let out some of the hot air.
They release him to go greet his adoring fans -- that is to say, his friends. He fields compliments as he goes, finding his way to Riley, Lucas, Dylan, and Asher first. Riley gives him a tight embrace, saying he was amazing and talking about how cool it was to see him play Tony. I mean, the leading role!
Zay: Gotta say, I’m amazed you’re here, Friar. Didn’t think Riley had that much power.
Riley, cheekily: Well, you shouldn’t doubt my influence.
Lucas: [ rolling his eyes ] You can take my presence as the highest compliment.
Zay: Sure…
Dylan: You know, I always knew you’d make a great Tony.
Zay: No kidding?
Dylan: Oh, yeah. Just this tingle I got. Between us here [ leaning in conspiratorially ] I’m kind of a little bit psychic.
Zay: Nooo kidding…
Asher grins, leaning into Dylan’s side. He commends Zay again for his stellar performance, giving him an out to escape the conversation. Zay nods gratefully -- for more than just the compliment -- sliding past them and spotting the person he wants to speak with next.
Isadora is standing between Farkle and Maya’s crowd and the rest of the A class congregation, but somehow she still comes off isolated. Zay saunters over to join her, making a light joke about how she’s emerged from her hibernation and it’s good to see her again. Isadora manages to laugh along, then congratulates him on a good performance. Before he can respond, she blurts out an addition.
Isadora: She would’ve been here. [ a beat ] My mom. She was going to move to New York, and she… she wanted to know my friends. Wanted to support young talent -- she knew it when she saw it. She would’ve been here.
Zay lets her express the rushed sentiment, then nods appreciatively, before finding the best thing to say in response. He smiles lightly.
Zay: I’m glad you are.
It’s a layered statement. Glad she’s there at all, glad she could be there when her mother couldn’t, emphasizing that her presence matters just as much if not more than her starlet mother’s would’ve. It lands for Isadora, who manages a grateful smile in return.
Zay lets her go, slipping into the A class conversation as they’re in the midst of it. Yindra, Nigel, and Jade greet him enthusiastically, HALEY FISHER and CLARISSA CRUZ waiting for their chance to give him sincere congratulations. It’s so cool, one of them really being up there! And of course, it would be Zay Babineaux.
Unfortunately, though, he picked the worst time to slide into the discussion. They’re actively discussing Charlie, only the mystery has gotten weirder.
Clarissa: No, he literally was here. Like, he sat with us all through Act 1.
Haley: Yeah, he got up in the middle of Act 2, said he had to get some fresh air. Then he never came back. I’ve tried texting him, but he’s not answering.
Clarissa: It was weird, even for Charlie.
Yindra: I swear, that boy is a whole ass enigma for someone who tries to be so intentionally vanilla.
Maybe so, Yindra. Maybe so. It’s clear that Zay doesn’t know how to process this information. The fact that Charlie was there, that he came at all… but then apparently walked right out halfway through. And on the night he was playing Tony, the night where his performance was truly something special.
Either way, it certainly takes the wind out from under his wings.
INT. ERIC’S APARTMENT - ISADORA’S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Isadora and Farkle walk into her bedroom, which is now considerably tidier than the last time we saw it — Asher clearly followed through with his suggestion of cleaning it. Farkle flops down onto the bed, familiar and comfortable with the environment after a summer of visiting. Isadora takes a seat by her desk, spinning the chair around to face Farkle. They briefly discuss how good Zay was in the show, before Farkle turns the focus to Isadora.
Farkle: So how was your big week? 
Isadora: Good, actually. I’ve learned that I need to get back onto the skateboard.
A confusing statement for somebody without context. Farkle props himself up on his elbows and frowns at her.
Farkle: I didn’t know you skated.
Isadora: Oh, I don’t. Not at all.
Farkle watches her with amused bewilderment, glad to see her more upbeat and happy. There’s a soft fondness to his expression, which Isadora catches and squirms at.
Isadora: Stop looking at me like that.
Farkle: Like what?
Isadora: I don’t know. Like... like how Maya looked at my mom.
Farkle snorts at that, sitting up properly now.
Farkle: Nobody will ever look at somebody with as much love and adoration as Maya looked at Valerie.
Isadora looks at Farkle blankly, processing what he just said. She scoffs, but sounds vulnerable when she speaks again.
Isadora: You make it sound like you love me. Or something.
Shock flashes across Farkle’s face for a moment, before he smiles and rolls his eyes casually.
Farkle: Of course I love you, you’re one of my best friends. Pretty stupid question for a genius to ask.
To break the heaviness, Farkle reaches to spin Isadora’s desk chair, making her laugh. She grabs a book off her desk and throws it at him in retaliation, which he just dodges with a yelp.
Farkle: [ shaking his head ] Is this the way you treat your best friends? I understand why Lucas is angry all the time now.
Isadora: Shut up, Icarus.
They look at each other with matching goofy smiles, before Farkle surprises Isadora by launching one of the ratty old stuffed animals on her bed at her. She bursts out laughing as she picks up another book as her weapon of choice.
INT. CHUBBIES - NIGHT
Riley, Lucas, Dylan and Asher have regrouped at Chubbies, able to be there late at night thanks to Lucas’s access to the keys. They’re sitting by couple in the usual booth, chatting about the final week and splitting milkshakes. Even though she won’t be back at school for the first day to avoid the hectic energy, overall, the boys declare their efforts with Isadora a massive success.
Lucas: Well done, spaghetti and pickle.
Dylan: Aye, aye.
Riley grins at them, then takes a moment to speak. She claims they have no idea what the coming year is going to be, but they’ve got each other. And she has this feeling, faith maybe, that it’s going to be good. Really good. Dylan nods in approval, and Lucas too, though his perspective is a little less rosy.
Lucas: Don’t see how it could be any worse than everything else we’ve already endured.
Asher: [ rolling his eyes, to Riley and Lucas ] You two really are the epitome of glass half-full, half-empty.
Lucas shrugs, maintaining his unimpressed expression. Riley beams brighter, leaning closer to him and nudging his side. That, he can’t help but crack a smile at. Then she raises the milkshake glass, lightly, and proclaims a toast.
Riley: To us, and our last summer.
Dylan: And the beginning of the rest of our lives.
I’ll cheers to that! Asher and Riley clink the glasses together.
INT. AAA - HALLWAYS - DAY
And just like that, it’s back to Triple A! Dave Williams and NICK YOGI do their usual routine of wishing us an enthusiastic welcome back to AAA on behalf of the A/V club, which they’re truly resurrecting this year. The mood is nowhere near as somber as the previous year, excitement palpable in the halls for the senior A class.
Dave: We’re back, thotties, for senior year.
Yogi: Something that is essentially guaranteed to be a wild ride.
Dave: We’re bigger. We’re better. We’re feral in the looming shadow of great change.
Yogi: It can only be batshit, especially now that the A class is in charge.
Dave: Can’t wait to see what happens!
Me either, Dave. Me either. We’re on the move, Dave and Yogi jogging past Maya at her locker to go get more footage.
She’s dressed in the Riley-chosen outfit, although she did her best to glam it up by adding a beret to the look and making her blonde locks pin-straight. DARBY WINTERS and SARAH CARLSON approach her, the former eagerly giving her a hug and saying it’s good to see her again. She missed her this summer! Sarah focuses on her outfit, snorting.
Sarah: Who picked your outfit, Hart? Sherlock Holmes?
Maya: [ with a flip of her hair ] I’m a woman of my word, Carlson, and that’s all you need to know. Besides, I’m going for a little bit of a Euro-flair.
Darby: I think it looks great.
Maya: You’re so sweet, Darbs. Misguided, but sweet.
Down the hall, Riley is attempting to adjust to her new look as well. She shrugs off her denim jacket with florals painted on the back that she used to get out of the house without being killed by Cory, obviously nervous about sporting this sleek look.
It’s impossible not to look at her though -- especially for Lucas James Friar. He comes to join her, slowing his approach when he sees the way she’s dressed. His eyebrows shoot up.
Lucas: Wow.
Riley: I know. It’s so… ah. [ making a face ] And I had to basically smuggle myself out of the house, but Maya said I can only wear my jacket when there’s a chance my dad will see, even though I look so, like…
Lucas: No, no, I didn’t mean -- it’s not bad. It looks, uh… you look good.
Riley, hopeful: … really?
Lucas: Yes. Yeah. [ clearing his throat ] I was kind of hoping to go through my life not owing Maya Hart for anything, but…
Oh. Well that’s a very different kind of “wow.” Lucas subtly looks her over again, tentatively resting his hand on her waist. Riley regains some of that confidence she had in the mirror from his approval, biting back a smile. It seems like he might lean closer to kiss her…
When they’re interrupted, Farkle oblivious to their romantic tension as he sidles up on Riley’s other side and greets them pointedly. Lucas retracts his hand and swallows his cocktail of emotions, cutting a glare at Farkle. Riley is more friendly as she returns his greeting, spinning to face him with a smile.
Riley: You seem like you’re in better spirits.
Farkle: Let’s just say I found a way to… let off some steam.
Farkle and Lucas exchange a knowing look. It goes over Riley’s head, who is distracted when Zay wanders over to join their little grouping.
Riley: There he is! Our A class celebrity.
Zay: Riley, please, no dramatics. [ grinning ] But you’re not wrong. Though I’m not the one dressed like one. Damn, Miss M. Where has this been for the last three years?
Riley preens a bit, obviously pleased with the praise of her friends. Though Zay claims he’s got some new bling as well, showing off his new Adams class ring. It’s gold-banded, with his birthstone nestled in the center, a regal red ruby. He also explains that his initials are inscribed on the inside. Riley loves it, but again he defers and states she is the looker today.
Maya: And I’ll take credit for that, thank you very much.
Maya joins them, coming to stand with Farkle and completing their little gathering. It’s insane, honestly, seeing them all interact casually and mostly amicably. Maya brings the conversation back around to the point Dave and Yogi made upon our return -- it’s their school now, bitches.
It’s an empowering thought… for a moment. Their idealized comeback is disrupted by a few underclassmen rushing through the halls, making an eerie yet somewhat excited declaration. She’s coming! She’s here!
The seniors exchange bewildered looks, but they don’t have to wait long for clarity. A reminder of that new factor they almost blissfully forgot makes itself known in the most bombastic way possible. As the opening horns blare…
Song Cue ♫ ♪ “Confident” as performed by Demi Lovato || Performed by Missy Bradford
Oh, that’s right. She’s here. MISSY BRADFORD is back, as rich, alluring, and privileged as ever. She looks essentially the same as when we last saw her, only her hair is cut to her shoulders now -- though still equally luscious. We pan up from her heeled boots and over her expensive ensemble until she launches into the number, coming in to conquer.
And, to be fair, she’s a decent performer. She’s no diva in terms of talent, but her personality and assertiveness make up for the skill she lacks. She tears up the scenery and messes with underclassmen as she marches on, pulling some in as back-up dancers and simply flirting with other male students.
Our crew of seniors are less won over, still remembering the circus that got her into the school in the first place. A shot hangs on their reactions during the number, a combination of disdain, apprehension, and affront. Lucas is definitely unenthused. Zay and Riley look particularly disturbed, while Maya cocks her head and assesses this new bitch who might think she has a chance of being a threat.
Even so, a banging performance is a banging performance. Ah, to be back at AAA…
INT. AAA - ATRIUM - DAY
Missy isn’t the only new face arriving at Adams on that last first day. Jack and Eric are waiting in the atrium to greet their new coworker. Jack is shifting nervously, Eric reaching out and touching his shoulder to keep him from jittering so much.
Eric: You’re making me seasick.
Jack glares at him, but only after he glances at his hand on his shoulder. He doesn’t get the chance to respond, their guests arriving at exactly that moment. EVELYN RAND, looking professional but unique as always in a fun colorful pantsuit, grins as she makes her entrance with a fellow school board employee in tow. She greets both of them with light embraces, stating it’s always a pleasure to see them.
Then, she introduces their new colleague, HARRISON YANCY. He’s a large, sharply dressed man in his 70s, exuding traditional authority. He shakes their hands, but doesn’t offer the warmth that their boss Evelyn does. As she explains it, he’ll be joining them as an administrative consultant of sorts, monitoring the school for the year to see how things go.
Yes, that is exactly what they don’t want… but nothing to be done about it now. Eric takes control once the introductions are done, charm up as high as he can turn it.
Yancy: Quite a fine institution you have here.
Eric: We know, and we take it’s maintenance quite seriously. And you haven’t seen the best of it -- all you had the pleasure of seeing was this lovely atrium and our lecture hall. Please, allow me to give you both a quick tour. I know you’ve already seen it, Evelyn…
Evelyn: Oh, I never pass up a good tour. Lead the way, Eric. I do hope we get to see the cafeteria. I heard about that renovation you all were planning for the mosaic tiles on the wall, and I’ve been dying of curiosity…
Eric kicks off their walkabout, Yancy examining everything with a critical eye while Evelyn keeps up lively chatter. Eric glances over his shoulder before they disappear from sight, shooting Jack a reassuring thumbs up.
Well, no turning back now. Jack releases a sigh, returning back to the front office.
Riley, pre-lap: This place is insane. How do you keep everything in order like this?
INT. AAA - PROP LOFT - DAY
Riley is up in the prop loft with Asher, who is starting his first day inventory and tidying up. Not that anything would’ve even moved over the summer, but still, he does what he needs to do. He’s meticulously arranging while Riley meanders the shelves, actually getting a good look at the props on display.
Asher: I take my position seriously, that’s how. With effort comes organization, and with organization comes control. And when things are in control, then nothing can go wrong.
Riley: That’s a nice idea. Triple A could use some control.
Asher: If the prop loft wants to descend into disarray, it can do it when I’m dead.
Well, or like, graduated. Riley smiles, shaking her head. She focuses back on the shelves, raising her eyebrows at a sticky note stuck to the cubbyhole of one of the more sizable props. It’s not in Asher’s handwriting like most of them, instead scribbled in Dylan’s messy chicken scratch.
FRAGILE!! Treat her with respect or bear the fury of Asher Lupe Garcia!!!! AND SATAN!!
The prop under such divine protection is a clock, ornate and beautifully carved but obviously delicate. The attention to detail is astounding, and it’s clearly cared for with a lot of love.
Riley: I didn’t realize you all had Satan on speed dial.
Asher looks at her like what the fuck, until he sees what she’s looking at. He rolls his eyes playfully, coming over to join her.
Asher: It’s my favorite prop. Has been since I got here, but we haven’t had a production that it would fit. Guess that’s for the best, since it’s pretty fragile -- hence the warning.
Riley: Yes, Dylan clearly has strong feelings about its protection.
Asher: Yeah, but I’m sure you can guess who almost accidentally broke it first…
Though the comment isn’t exactly complimentary, Asher is smiling fondly as he reads over Dylan’s note again. Then he focuses on the clock, explaining that he tries his best to keep it in shape. That includes keeping the hands functional, which he does by gently pushing the hands counterclockwise back towards the 3.
He has this thing about where the hands are. He never lets them get too close to striking 12. It just started as a habit somewhere in freshman year, but now it’s kind of like a sacred ritual.
Riley, amused: I thought you weren’t superstitious.
Asher: I’m not! [ off her giggle ] This is OCD, not mythos.
Maybe so, but there might be some subconscious reasoning too that he hasn’t taken the time to unpack. And he won’t be doing so today either. Riley lets it go, lightly nudging the hands further backwards in time while Asher goes back to work.
EXT. AAA - LUNCH COURTYARD - DAY
Time is of no concern to Maya, who is sprawled on top of one of the outdoor lunch tables. She’s leaning back on her palms, tilting her head up to absorb the sunshine before they go back into the school for a full day of AAA chaos. Farkle is seated on the bench below her, checking his watch intermittently to make sure they don’t miss class.
He claims it’s weird without Isadora there, to which she responds that now he knows how weird it was when he was gone after his attempt. It’s not right when one of them isn’t there -- they make up AAA, you know. Their personalities. It’s a pretty sentimental comment for Maya Hart, but she breezes past it a moment later.
Maya: Besides, she made the right move ditching today. If Bradford’s little display was any indication, we’re in for a chaotic year. Better for her to take the extra day to prepare for it, maybe the rest of us will simmer down after the first day buzz.
Farkle agrees. He asks what she thought about Missy, like if they should be concerned, but Maya simply scoffs. She is not concerned about that privileged vixen. Maya has been the top bitch at AAA, in their class, for three years.
Maya: No old-money spoiled brat is going to swoop in and take that away. She can try -- but she’ll fail.
Here’s the bottom line: this is their year, for real this time. She may have been displaced emotionally last year, with his whole thing and her mom being relocated -- who she misses terribly, despite how aloof she’s acting about the whole thing -- but this year they’re stronger than that. It’s their turf, Farkle, and it’s their year.
Maya: Mark my words, Farkle --
Farkle: You sure do have a lot of them…
Maya: This year belongs to us. And you and I? We’re going to get everything we want.
INT. AAA - AUDITORIUM - DAY
The A class assembles for their first performance lab of senior year, cheerful greetings and hugs being exchanged for those who haven’t had the chance to catch up yet.
Zay is up on stage with HARPER BURGESS, the latter complimenting him once again on an excellent show in West Side Story. She knew he had it in him. He’s clearly grateful for the belief, reminding her that he wouldn’t have found out about the opportunity if it weren’t for her. He thanks her for looking out for him. She pats his shoulder, nodding him back down to the seats.
Then she gathers the class, welcoming them back for their senior year. She can feel their excitement even from up on stage. SHAWN HUNTER jogs on stage to join her, but lets her stay in control, having finally figured out their co-teaching balance.
After pointing out that they have old and new faces joining them this year -- a few glances cutting to Missy seated contently on her own in their midst, unbothered -- Harper goes on to explain what the year is going to be like. There’s a lot in store for them this year, and it’s going to be full of hard work. The senior showdown, college applications, emotional highs and lows… but it’s going to be fun too. And enriching, full of growth, as every year at AAA is. There’s very little doubt about that.
As she starts to discuss performances, Maya raises her hand, though she doesn’t wait to be addressed. She happily declares that she and Farkle have actually prepared something for the first performance of the year, so no need to ask for volunteers. They’ve got it covered.
Nate: No one asked.
Actually, Harper starts, they already have someone performing first. That’s what she was just about to explain. This student requested the opportunity to come back with a flourish, since she’s got a lot of catching up to do. Maya is stunned, wondering who already undercut her senior year triumphs.
And she doesn’t wait long to find out. The moment Harper vacates the stage, the jaunty orchestration starts, and suddenly a powerful mezzo soprano voice is filling the auditorium.
Song Cue ♫ ♪ “Anything Goes / Anything You Can Do” as performed by Glee Cast || Performed by Chai Fresco
A set piece turns to reveal CHAI FRESCO, back from her year abroad in London. She’s bolder, blonder, and delivers a stunningly strong rendition of the selected mash-up. For someone who effectively blended into the background for all of sophomore year, enough to pull off what she did, she must have been holding back a lot.
Because she’s good. Damn good, delivering the message the performance signals loud and clear. Anything you can do, I can do better…
In the audience, the A class is watching in dumbstruck shock. Some people, like the techies, clearly forgot Chai existed. But for the performers -- especially the divas, like Zay, Farkle, and Maya -- her return is a loud and unwanted wake-up call. Just because they’re all chummy now, there’s still competition, now more than ever before. They take the vocals that argue with Chai about whether or not she can outshine them.
And in this moment, she does. She throws her arms out wide and delivers the final resounding notes, shattering the finale. Maya, Farkle, and Zay stare at her with their mouths dropped open. Riley grimaces, knowing this can only mean drama. Next to her, Lucas tries to hide a laugh behind his hand.
Now we’re really back. As for what this year holds, well, we obviously can’t get too comfortable.
Anything goes!
END OF EPISODE.
23 notes · View notes
retvenkos · 5 years ago
Text
amends pt. 4 // ricky bowen
High School Musical: The Musical: The Series - Slow Burn Ricky Bowen x Stage Manager!Reader Fic. Summary: That’s asking a lot of the theatre gods. Then again, it does include a lot of drama, so maybe it might just work out. pt. 1 // pt. 2 // pt. 3 // pt. 4 // pt. 5 // pt. 6 // pt. 7 // pt. 8 // pt. 8.5-ish // pt. 9 //  unfinished
Tumblr media
To say that you had been having a hectic week was a gross oversimplification. Ricky and Nini drama aside, the entire main cast was at each other's throats. Gina was sabotaging Nini by making the role of Gabriella an oversaturated triple threat with dances that were impossible to memorize, Ricky and EJ were trying to give each other concussions with basketballs, and at any given moment, all four of them would jump at each other’s throats to secure the lead. Part of you was glad that you never became an actor yourself. Underhanded tricks and backstabbing blows were not things that you were eager to have on a daily basis. That doesn’t stop you from being in the middle, though. Perks of being in charge! You get to deal with everyone’s drama.
To top it all off, you had two essays due the next day, and you had only started on one.
The only one thriving was Seb, who was perfect every time you saw him - onstage and off. You tried to figure out what his secret was, but according to Carlos, there wasn’t one. Perfection simply happens to ‘unproblematic cinnamon rolls’ naturally. What a concept.
But all shows hit stormy, turbulent waters at some point in the rehearsal process. Hopefully, it would be smooth sailing from that moment onward. You didn’t think you could handle much more. That’s why you were so relieved when you got a text from Ricky’s friend, Big Red, asking if he could be a part of the crew. An extra pair of hands was just the thing you needed.
Turning the corner to where Carlos had said rehearsal was going to start, you almost ran into a few, wide-eyed ensemble members. It was only after you started to weave your way to the front of the group that you realized why they had looked so shaken.
Nini and EJ. Standing a few paces away from the group, a pointed space between them as they argued. Their voices were low, but any conversation that had been happening in the hallway had stopped as everyone listened to them with bated breath. You moved to stand next to Big Red, vowing to talk to him after you finished listening to what happened between Nini and EJ. In your defense, it was your job to know what was happening between your leads chemistry wise. After all, Ricky had texted you to let you know that he was going to be late to rehearsal (it was a group text to you, Carlos, and Miss Jen. It’s not like he had any reason to text you personally. It’s not like the two of you had been texting all week and he was the only reason you were sane or anything…). So Nini and EJ were going to have to be Troy and Gabriella, and this betrayal of trust was complicating things.
“Summer’s over.” The tension in the hallway was palpable. Nini’s face was set in harsh lines, and although you couldn’t see his face, you could imagine his eyes widening in panic as his jaw worked soundlessly, trying to come up with an answer.
You turned to Seb as he pretended to be reading from his binder. He looked at you, his head never moving. “Are they…?” you whispered, trying to remain inconspicuous as Nini now faced the group. His nod was almost nonexistent, but the look in his eyes told you everything. Great. So much for clear skies and smooth sailing. You looked at how EJ looked at Nini longingly, the realization of how badly he messed up dawning on his face. Then you looked at Nini, her face solid stone while her head and heart raged within. A hurricane was coming, that much was certain.
Carlos and Natalie ran out of the room that everyone was waiting outside of, effectively disrupting the dark mood that hung in the air. You took that as your cue to start getting Big Red up to speed on where the musical was. If there was going to be a disaster, you needed all hands on deck.
“Since when was blocking like going to hell in a handbasket?” Gina chuckled slightly at your remark as you watched scene seven of your beloved musical crash and burn. Well, not the entirety of scene seven. The first part was great. The ensemble did a killer job being comically terrible at their audition. They Sharpay and Ryan audition was ridiculously good, and Ashlyn killed it as Ms. Darbus. But then it happened. Miss Jen (insisting on using the names of the characters) ushered Sharpay and Ryan offstage and called for Troy and Gabriella to enter stage left. That’s when it all started to go downhill.
You looked down at your notes for the scene as Miss Jen tried to work with the lovely couple onstage. Was it even worth fixing? Part of you wanted to scrap the scene entirely. I mean, sure, maybe it was worth mentioning to Nini that she needed to be more natural in her movements, but did you really need to tell her and EJ to actually look at one another when they sang? If they couldn’t pretend to even be apathetic strangers, could they really transform themselves into being pretend lovers by opening night?
“No, dear, that would be upstage.” You looked up as Big Red furrowed his brow, moving so that he could push the piano in the correct direction. Another note: make sure to teach Big Red blocking terms. Nothing would ever get done if the basics couldn’t be handled.
Your phone buzzed and you tore your gaze away from the mountain of corrections you had. It was from Ricky.
from: ricky
(3:15 p.m.) i’m on my way. my mom got an earlier flight, got held up with family stuff.
You bit your lip as you read his text. Things were very confusing with his family, but you didn’t exactly know how. There had been hints of it at auditions and when the two of you talked about meeting up to practice lines or study for math on the weekends (not that you would ever have the courage to actually get together with him), but Ricky had never explicitly told you much. Not that he had to or anything - you were just worried about him. You could tell that it bothered him. You figured that you would get there in time. Friendship takes time to grow, and personal stuff like that was usually disclosed later on.
to: ricky
(3:17 p.m.) we’re in the little theatre. get here as soon as you can.
Your fingers hovered over the keyboard. Should you tell him that Nini and EJ broke up? You fought with yourself; it wasn’t your business to tell, but it would give a reason as to why he was needed so badly. But then again, if Ricky thought that Nini was available, wouldn’t he try and pursue her again? And wouldn’t that cause her to quit the show from the drama? Wouldn’t that then lead to EJ dropping out too? The last thing you needed was people dropping out or calling it quits. There were only so many actors, and the last thing you needed was a change in dynamics this late in the game.
(3:18 p.m.) miss jen is about to go off the deep end.
Ricky texted back a panicked emoji and you smiled as you locked your phone. It wasn’t a lie, that much you realized as you watch Miss Jen try and salvage the scene with some good, old fashioned girl talk.
Carlos turned around to look at you, a distressed look on his face. “If we can’t get this together soon, we’re going to be behind your schedule.” You sighed, flipping to the schedule at the front of your binder. You had spent hours making sure there was a time for everything. You even color-coded it.
“Maybe we could get some of the individual choreo learned outside of rehearsal time?” You gave Carlos a knowing smile. “You and Seb still have to learn Bop to the Top.” You winked at him jokingly and he laughed, a blush growing across his face.
You and the copy machine were good friends. Especially at this point in the rehearsal process. So when Ricky said he needed to borrow someone’s copy of scene seven, you had grabbed Miss Jen’s key off of her desk and made toward the copy machine in the teachers' lounge. Most of the teachers recognized your face in there at this point - you had been making copies for teachers since your first year as a TA for Psychology.
You grabbed the warm pages off of the copy machine and made sure to align them before stapling them in the correct order. Then you sat down at a table and (getting out your pens) started to mark down the entrances and blocking for Troy. Lord knows EJ wouldn’t help Ricky - especially after what went down earlier.
You felt bad for what happened if you were being honest. EJ and Nini were never the perfect match. They both needed someone different. You just weren’t sure if that someone that Nini needed was Ricky or not. They had history, sure; they also had chemistry in spades. But it takes more than that. You knew that. Love was hard.
You let your mind drift to Ricky, with his small smiles and sad eyes. You remembered how happy he used to be. All you wanted was for him to be that happy again.
A teacher walked into the lounge and pulled you from your thoughts. The scene. Ricky.
You quickly finished writing the blocking with a few additional notes and stuffed your pens in your backpack. You made a mental to-do list for when you got home as you walked back to Miss Jen’s office. You stopped outside and rose your hand to knock, but heard something inside before you could make a sound.
“My parents are splitting up.” You knew that voice. It took everything in your power not to gasp. “For real.” You stepped away from the door slowly, letting the voices from inside the office muffle with each step.
You weren’t meant to hear that. You shouldn’t have been listening in on their conversation. If he wanted to tell you he would have. But poor Ricky. It all made sense now. What he said at his audition. The snippets of conversation you heard when he and Nini fought. The reason he could be so despondent. Why he was so afraid of losing people.
You looked down at the copied scene in your hand. Rifling through your backpack to get a pencil, you wrote a note at the top corner of the last page.
--- taglist:
@snowman-spidey, @dinsey-chanel, @ruefulposts, @mightdielater, @ggukstoe, @wallacetdog, @onceuponafanfiction, @goodnight-n-dayglow, @prttybitchin, @loyalucas, @hxney-bunches-x, @hxzstxles, @parkeroffline, @madamestarlet, @parkerharrington, @fudgemesteveharrington, @hobistigma, @farfrom-peter, @fangeekkk, @tori-marie, @amxx44, @onceuponafanfiction, @softpeteparker, @filmqvakers, @wcnderwoo, @stitch-flo, @liberty01, @kxhliforniaa, @ilymarkchan, @complete-trash-101, @dystopianchic13​
324 notes · View notes
musicaltheatrewannabe · 5 years ago
Text
right here, right now - a seblos oneshot <3
i give you an unexpectedly long fic in which seb finds out that carlos hasnt seen hsm 2 and 3 and decides that he needs to fix it - basically all of their reactions to the different scenes in the movies + them being cute
“So how are you and Ricky just together again all of a sudden?” Carlos asked. He and all of the other theatre kids were at the cast party and he, along with Seb, had cornered Nini to get caught up on what was going on between their Gabriella and Troy.
“It all sort of made sense again. We just realized that we should stop dwelling on mistakes from the past and live in the moment,” Nini said, ���right here, right now, you know?” She laughed and Seb pointed at her as if to say, ‘nice one!’ Carlos just glanced between the two of them in confusion, nodding slowly.
Seb turned to Carlos and raised his eyebrows at him. “Troy and Gabriella?” he suggested. Carlos still didn’t see the connection.
“Treehouse?” Nini supplied, giving Carlos the same questioning look. He was even more confused.
“High School Musical 3?” Seb finally spelled it out for Carlos, who just nodded as if it suddenly all made sense.
Carlos went red and bit his lip, admitting, “Ok guys, don’t kill me but… I haven’t actually seen High School Musical 3 in its entirety.” Seb and Nini’s jaws dropped, and they looked at each other and then back at Carlos. “Or 2, for that matter,” Carlos added, avoiding the eyes of his appalled friend and boyfriend.
“Carlos, are you kidding right now?” Nini asked.
“I mean, I’ve seen lots of clips!” Carlos offered in defense, but she and Seb wouldn’t accept it.
“Babe, how on earth did Miss Jenn let you choreograph the show if you hadn’t fully experienced the franchise?” Seb asked, as if these were clearly mutually exclusive circumstances.
Carlos frowned and responded, “well, I have seen Sharpay’s Fabulous Adventure!”
Seb rolled his eyes and smiled reluctantly. “Ok, so I guess you’re forgiven a little bit there-“
Nini, who was not so lenient, interrupted and pointed out, “no, but minus points for ignoring the chronology!”
Seb pointed at and turned to Nini, adding, “oh, good point. Ok, we need to fix this right away, Carlos.”
Carlos laughed and nodded in defeat. “Ok, ok, we can watch them together tomorrow night if you’re both free?”
Seb grinned and Carlos was relieved to see him happy again. “Works for me! I can bring over my collector’s edition DVDs,” he did a little happy dance that made Carlos want to cuddle him right then and there.
“Sorry guys, I’m gonna be hanging out with Ricky tomorrow night,” Nini said, a smile creeping onto her lips. “It’ll be our second first date I guess,” she chuckled.
“Exciting! I’m so happy for you guys,” Carlos said. “I guess this means I’ll have to hang out with just Sebby, ugh,” Carlos rolled his eyes, earning a playful slap from his boyfriend.
“Don’t worry, I’ll educate him well,” Seb smirked and Carlos blushed.
Nini raised her eyebrows at the two of them. “Ok, well that’s sorted out then,” she said, and they all went back to the cast party.
.
Carlos jumped up from the couch when he heard the doorbell ring, yelling “I’ll get it!” His mom was cleaning up in the kitchen, about to go out to meet his dad at a nice restaurant for their anniversary.
When Carlos swung the door open Seb was standing there in his East High sweatshirt with a grin on his face. “Hey,” he said, giving Carlos a peck on his way in.
“I see you came dressed for the occasion,” Carlos remarked as they walked through the hallway to the living room.
“I was gonna wear my classic HSM t-shirt but unfortunately it doesn’t fit me anymore - I guess I’ve grown a bit since 2008,” he laughed. “I had to settle for this,” he gestured to his sweatshirt as he dropped his backpack onto the floor next to the couch.
“Well, even a plain old sweatshirt looks perfect on you, so who am I to argue?” Carlos took a step closer to Seb and leaned in to give him a quick, soft kiss. This was his favorite thing about dating Seb - how casual they could be with their affection while still keeping it completely genuine. The better they got to know each other, the more natural it felt to trade little kisses, hold hands and just exist together.
“Oh hey, you said I could stay over, right?” Seb asked, gesturing to his backpack on the floor.
Carlos was about to answer when his mom walked into the living room in a nice black dress, and said, “hi Seb!”
“Happy anniversary Mrs. Rodriguez!” Seb smiled politely, before adding, “you look great!”
She laughed and Carlos rolled his eyes. “Why thank you,” she said with a little spin, “see mijo? Your boyfriend gives me compliments, you could learn a couple of things from him.”
“That’s what I keep saying,” Seb laughed and furrowed his brow, “well not about compliments exactly…”
Carlos looked offended. “I compliment you,” he said to his mom, “you just didn’t give me a chance. You look really nice,” he smiled, and his mom laughed in return.
“Thanks, I should get going though if I’m gonna get to the restaurant in time,” she put her phone in her purse.
“Oh, before you go,” Carlos began, and his mom looked back up expectantly. “You said it’s fine if Seb stays over tonight, right?” he asked hopefully.
She glanced between the two of them for a moment and then said, “yes, yes, I did.” She raised her eyebrows in warning at Carlos and added, “but don’t make me regret trusting you two in this house alone until we get back!”
Carlos blushed and nodded, “don’t worry, we’re just gonna be watching High School Musical.”
Seb pulled out his DVDs proudly as proof and added, “collector’s editions!”
Mrs. Rodriguez laughed and said, “ok, we’ll be back by midnight.”
“Have fun tonight!” Seb said and Carlos smiled at his boyfriend being a sweetheart around his mom. This shouldn’t have been of any notice though, since he was always a sweetheart.
“Thanks,” Carlos’ mom said with a wave as she made her way to the hallway and left.
Once they heard the door lock, Carlos said matter-of-factly, “ok, I’ll go make the popcorn, and you set up the DVD.”
Seb nodded and picked up the TV remote as Carlos headed to the kitchen. He got out a big bowl and returned with it full of popcorn after a few minutes to join Seb on the couch. He picked up the blanket that was draped over the other edge of the couch and spread it over the two of them, cuddling into Seb.
Seb pointed the remote at the TV and asked, “ready?”
Carlos nodded up at his boyfriend with a smile. He was excited to finally watch these two movies, but he was also just happy to be with Seb. He watched his face light up as ‘What Time Is It?’ started playing and then turned back to the screen.
Once the iconic country club pool appeared on screen, Carlos knew that the one number he really knew from this movie was about to begin. ‘Fabulous’ started and Seb couldn’t help but sing along under his breath. The grin on Carlos’ face grew even wider and he glanced up at Seb, nudging him and saying, “sing louder!”
Carlos laughed and sat up to watch as Seb started to sing along at full volume, imitating all of Sharpay’s movements and facial expressions. Carlos sang Ryan’s parts and harmonized with Seb, who took the second verse as a cue to stand up on the couch. It quickly became a full-on performance when Carlos stood up to join Seb at Ryan’s chorus, both of them belting their hearts out in character. The only time Carlos broke character was when, during the bridge, he pointed at the screen and laughed, “his pants!” He had never noticed that Ryan was wearing full-length pants in the pool and the sheer absurdity of it all suddenly registered. They carried on singing to each other through the rest of the song, and Seb even gave Carlos a look to signal that he would do Sharpay’s fall into the pool. Carlos held out his arms to catch Seb but lost his balance, and they ended up falling back down onto the couch together in a fit of laughter. After their laughter subsided, Seb leaned down as if to kiss Carlos, getting painfully close, but then pulled away and sat up nonchalantly, focusing his attention back on the movie.
“Hey!” Carlos pouted, sitting up reluctantly. Seb shot him a sidelong glance and smirked as he picked up the bowl and ate some popcorn.
Carlos realized that two could play at this game, so when Troy appeared on screen again for ‘Work This Out,’ Carlos started fawning over him. “Wow, if I had known how much gorgeous Zac Efron I was missing out on, I would’ve watched this movie years ago.” He glanced over to see the smirk disappearing from Seb’s face, which was still fixed on the screen, and knew that it was working. “Like, damn, he can even rock a kitchen uniform!” Carlos leaned forward towards the screen and rested his chin in his hand. “Don’t even get me started about his eyes, they’re just soo blue...” he trailed off, biting his lip and resisting the temptation to look at Seb.
Finally Seb snapped and gave into Carlos’ teasing. “It’s just because of the color filter in this movie! Even Gabriella’s hair looks blue!”
Carlos laughed at his boyfriend and turned to look at him. “You jealous?” he taunted.
“No,” Seb huffed, turning back to the screen. Carlos raised his eyebrows doubtfully, and Seb reluctantly met his gaze. “Ok, you win. But what about my eyes? They’re blue too…”
Carlos rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around Seb’s neck. “I know,” he said, “I love your eyes.” Seb blushed and shifted his weight so he could face Carlos. Carlos leaned in to whisper in his boyfriend’s ear, “and don’t tell Zac, but you don’t even need the color filter to make my knees go weak.” He kissed the corner of Seb’s jaw right underneath his ear and started to pull away, but the other boy would not have it. Seb pulled Carlos’ face to his and kissed him, reveling in the surprised squeal that he let out. Carlos’ arms instinctively tightened around Seb’s neck as he kissed him back, a shiver running up his spine at the sensation.
Seb finally pulled away, Carlos’ lips chasing his through the air, when they heard the first notes of ‘You are the Music in Me’. He kept one arm on the couch behind Carlos and started running his fingers through his hair absentmindedly, which made Carlos short-circuit. He laced his fingers with Seb’s and turned back to the screen.
A few scenes later, Sharpay started singing ‘Humuhumunukunukuapua’a’ and Carlos’ couldn’t contain his laughter. “I knew this song was absurd but I always assumed there was some kind of contextual justification that I didn’t understand, but I guess not…” he said.
Seb laughed and shook his head. “Nope, this never has and never will make any sense, and that’s what makes it so iconic,” he said matter-of-factly.
Carlos nodded at Seb. “I will say,” he replied without taking his eyes off of the screen, “perhaps the greatest tragedy of our generation is that you didn’t get to do a rendition of this song in our musical.”
“Honestly, you’re right, this set would’ve been hilarious,” Seb smiled.
Carlos started singing along at the chorus and turned to Seb with a grin. “Humuhumunukunukuapua’a,” he sang, poking Seb in the side to the rhythm of the syllables.
Seb let out a shriek of giggles and recoiled into his corner of the couch, exclaiming, “stop, that tickles!”
Carlos stopped and smirked, “ooh, I didn’t know you were ticklish - note to self, this is useful information…” Seb shot him a glare that said ‘don’t you dare’ and Carlos laughed, patting his thigh so that he would relax again.
They continued watching in comfortable silence until the baseball field appeared on the screen and Seb sat bolt upright, wide-eyed and tapping Carlos frantically. “It’s happening, it’s happening!” he grinned, and Carlos smiled in confused amusement at his boyfriend.
“It’s ‘I Don’t Dance,’ right?” Carlos asked, vaguely recalling having studied this song’s dance break as choreography inspiration.
“Oh, if you mean the song where Disney says ‘gay rights,’ then yes,” Seb nodded. Carlos cocked his head at him and Seb chuckled. “Just you wait, there’s so much sexual tension…” he sighed, leaning back on the couch.
As the song started, Carlos took notice of every homoerotic innuendo and couldn’t believe that he never had before. He kept turning to Seb in disbelief, and his boyfriend just nodded in agreement every time. When they got through the second verse, Carlos asked incredulously, “‘I’ll show you how I swing?’”
“I know right,” Seb chuckled, keeping his eyes focused on the screen.
Carlos’ eyes widened as the first dance break ended and Chad and Ryan sang together face to face. He was speechless throughout the rest of the number, and when it was over he looked at Seb and said, “Oh my God, they really did that.”
Seb grinned and nudged his boyfriend’s shoulder, “I told you it was even better in context!” Carlos laughed and looked at Seb, who frantically pointed at the screen again. “Look, look, look at their outfits!”
Carlos glanced at the screen and his jaw dropped, before he said, “this is so gay, I’m living for it.”
Seb giggled and they watched the rest of the movie, Carlos chewing on the popcorn kernels that were left in the bowl. At some point Seb had leaned his head on Carlos’ shoulder, and when Troy and Gabriella finally kissed, he turned his head to look up at him. “Satisfying, isn’t it?” Seb breathed out softly, but Carlos only furrowed his eyebrows at the screen.
“Don’t they know how much of a fire hazard that is?!” he exclaimed at the characters letting go of their paper lanterns. “Think of the birds!”
Seb nuzzled his face into Carlos’ neck and put his hand on his thigh, murmuring, “shut up, Carlos, it’s romantic…”
Carlos tried to ignore the kisses his boyfriend was peppering all over his neck and cheek and retorted, “aren’t you concerned about these endangered animals, farmboy?”
Seb pulled away from Carlos and sighed, finally getting him to meet his eyes. “If I promise never to send off a paper lantern, will you give me attention?” he pouted.
Carlos giggled and said, “fine…” crashing his lips to Seb’s and pushing him down onto the couch as ‘All For One’ started to play. Seb wrapped one arm around Carlos’ back and his free hand shot up to the back of his neck. Carlos let his hands roam over Seb’s sweatshirt from his shoulders down his chest, feeling electricity in his fingertips. He let out a gasp when Seb lightly tugged on the short hair at the back of his head, feeling the blonde boy smile in response on his lips. Carlos lost himself in the kiss, vaguely aware of the upbeat pool party song ending and the sound of the credits beginning on the TV, but he was much more focused on the feeling of his body on his boyfriend. He felt Seb’s hand run through his hair and he thought he would melt into him. They didn’t pull apart until they eventually realized that the credits were over and they were just hearing the vaguely Hawaiian-sounding menu screen on repeat.
Carlos pushed himself back up to sit on the couch and Seb followed suit groggily before getting up to swap the DVDs. “Did I miss anything important in that last song? Apart from the unexplained Miley Cyrus cameo?” Carlos asked, his hand automatically adjusting his glasses.
Seb grinned from in front of the TV. “Nope, that’s about it,” he chuckled as he ejected the disc.
Carlos smiled, his face still red, and suddenly asked, “do you want more popcorn?”
“Sure, thanks,” Seb smiled.
As Carlos waited for the popcorn to pop, he washed his hands, unable to shake the grin off his face. It didn’t matter how long he and Seb had been together, the effect the farmboy had on him never subsided. He loved to see Seb in his element like this with High School Musical, and he was glad he was seeing these sequels for the first time with him. He walked back out to the living room with the popcorn bowl full again and handed it to Seb, plopping down next to him and planting a kiss on his cheek, just to hear him giggle. “Let’s go,” he said, pressing play on the remote and tossing it onto the blanket that had long since fallen to the floor.
Carlos was greeted by the opening high-quality close-up shot of Zac Efron’s face and raised his eyebrows. “Wow, they really did up the budget on this one,” he remarked.
“Just wait until ‘I Want It All,’” Seb said as he tossed some popcorn into his mouth and chewed earnestly.
When Gabriella stood up to sing “Troooooy!” Carlos died of laughter and Seb smacked his arm playfully.
“Hey, it’s dramatic!” he protested, but couldn’t help but let out a giggle at how ridiculous the scene really was.
“Yeah, ok,” Carlos nodded with enthusiastic sarcasm.
A few minutes later, Troy and Gabriella started singing ‘Right Here, Right Now,’ and Seb looked expectantly at Carlos. “So now you get the reference?” he raised his eyebrows to confirm the obvious.
“Uh huh, treehouse, I see,” Carlos smiled and nodded, looking between his boyfriend and the screen. “Man that’s a cool treehouse…” he trailed off as the roof opened up to reveal the stars in the romantic scene.
“Yeah, when I saw this for the first time I begged my dad to build me one just like it, but it’s pretty small, since I was like five,” Seb laughed.
Carlos snapped his head around to look at his boyfriend and said, “Seb, you did not just tell me you have a treehouse that I have yet to see.”
“I mean, the ceiling is so low that I haven’t been up in it for years,” Seb explained, but Carlos wouldn’t let it go.
“Ok, well, the next time I come over you have to show me this treehouse,” Carlos chewed a handful of popcorn, “sorry, I don’t make the rules.”
Seb laughed and soon enough, Ryan and Sharpay were in the cafeteria, about to sing ‘I Want It All.’ When the song started, he didn’t even realize he was muttering both parts of the duet perfectly from memory. Carlos stared at the screen in awe when the second verse started and the sets began to change. He had never seen the scene before and felt immediate shame and wonder when he saw how incredible it was. Seb glanced between Carlos’ face and the screen, grinning as if to say ‘you’re welcome.’
Carlos gasped when Gabriella turned around and said “it’s Oprah calling - again…” He giggled and said, “wow, I never knew I could feel so represented by Vanessa Hudgens in a maid outfit, but here we are.”
Seb smiled at his boyfriend and kept his eyes on him to watch his reaction to the Fosse-style dance sequence. Carlos was entranced as the figures on screen slowly raised their hands, palms-forward. Seb could tell that he was living his best choreographer life as the formations changed shape seamlessly and silhouettes came in and out of focus. When Ryan and Sharpay returned to the cafeteria balcony, he pointed out their names on the screen and said, “look at the size difference!” He cackled and Carlos laughed as well, since he hadn’t noticed it.
“I have no words,” Carlos said when the song ended, and Seb’s grin grew even wider.
“Oo, an upgrade, I see!” Carlos gestured at the screen when, a few minutes later, Troy and Gabriella were on the rooftop garden that had been expanded significantly since the first movie.
‘Can I Have This Dance’ began and Seb subconsciously held Carlos’ hand. Carlos glanced down at their hands, squeezing Seb’s before standing at the chorus and pulling him up with him. He wrapped his free arm around Seb’s back and the other boy mimicked his action, smiling at the him. Carlos led Seb around the living room in a waltz, quickly falling into the rhythm of the song. They both laughed as they bumped into the couch and the corners of the coffee table, but continued their dance, Carlos spinning Seb around to match the scene in the movie. He hopped onto the couch, still holding Seb’s hand, and mirrored the blonde boy’s steps as he was led to the other side. Seb put one arm around Carlos’ back and the other under his legs, carrying him off the couch not quite as gracefully as Troy did to Gabriella, but without falling nonetheless. Carlos laughed and grabbed onto his neck for dear life, letting out a breath of relief when Seb was able to withstand his weight. The song came to an end and they stared into each other’s eyes, both leaning in like Troy and Gabriella and holding back giggles. Seb suddenly let go of Carlos and held up his hands in an exaggerated shrug, saying “oh no, it’s raining!” and Carlos threw his head back in laughter.
The boys sat back down, this time with Carlos leaning back against Seb, who had his arm draped lazily around his boyfriend. They were both pretty tired from the dancing but happily watched as the entire cast appeared for ‘A Night to Remember.’ When Kelsi walked out into the amazed crowd, Seb clapped like the rest of the characters. “Kelsi finally getting the recognition she deserves, wow.” Carlos chuckled and agreed.
When Kelsi and Ryan started talking before ‘Just Wanna Be With You,’ Carlos was suddenly alert and sat upright. “Ok, did they just forget about Ryan and Chad in the last movie?” he asked incredulously, raising a hand in defeat.
“I just like to interpret it as gay and lesbian solidarity, nothing more,” Seb pointed out and Carlos nodded his head in approval.
“You’re right, they would be the best queer Broadway creative duo - that’s an acceptable reason to go to prom together,” Carlos justified.
When Ryan came in on the pre-chorus, Seb turned to Carlos and started dramatically singing along, making the other boy turn instantly red and roll his eyes. He leaned back into Seb again and angled his head up to press a quick kiss to his cheek. In the movie, Chad walked onstage dressed as a clown and Ryan put his arm on his shoulder, which earned a “that’s more like it,” from Carlos.
They sat calmly through most of the movie, until ‘Scream’ began towards the end and an electric guitar rang through the room. “Damn,” Carlos raised his eyebrows, “this song goes hard!” He nodded along to the beat, impressed. Seb followed suit, even adding a bit of air guitar, and Carlos laughed, “oh honey, you can’t pull off hard rock, I’m sorry.”
“Stop laughing at me!” Seb protested. He narrowed his eyes and tried to look really serious to match the song, but Carlos just thought it was cute and giggled.
As the movie came to a close and the cast started singing the graduation version of ‘We’re All In This Together,’ Carlos threaded his fingers through Seb’s again. “This is such a full circle moment, I’m gonna cry,” he said jokingly, but then he turned around to see Seb already wiping away a tear from his eye. “Aw, Sebby,” he chuckled and reached up to wipe away another tear.
Seb laughed and said, “I’m just very nostalgic, ok?”
Carlos smiled and settled his head in the crook of his boyfriend’s neck, reveling in the unique feeling of just existing with him. The movie ended and neither of them moved from their spot except to turn off the TV with the remote. After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Carlos sat up again. “Thanks for making me watch these, I finally feel like my childhood is complete,” he grinned.
Seb smiled and said, “well, as your boyfriend, this was my personal obligation, but you’re welcome. It was fun for me to see all of your reactions,” he giggled.
“And it was fun for me to see which bits you really knew by heart,” Carlos replied. “You’re so cute when you get excited about things,” he nudged Seb.
The blonde boy glanced between Carlos’ eyes and lips, putting his hand on his thigh and pressing a kiss to his mouth. Carlos’ eyes drifted shut and he breathed in the other boy, his hand drawing lazy circles on his back. When they pulled apart, Carlos reluctantly stood up from the couch, saying, “we should probably head up if we want to avoid an awkward conversation with my parents about you staying over.”
Seb blushed and nodded, putting his DVD back in its case and picking up his bag as Carlos brought the popcorn bowl to the kitchen. After washing up the bowl, Carlos took Seb’s hand and led him upstairs, both boys unable to hold back their smiles. Maybe High School Musical, both the movies and their production, was over, but they knew that their relationship was just beginning.
44 notes · View notes
justkimberley · 5 years ago
Text
HSMTMTS Thoughts Episode 6
Episode 1 Episode 2  Episode 3   Episode 4  Episode 5
Oof this is a long one, sorry, I just had a lot to say
I swear that principal looks so familiar
I looked it up I think I know him from McFarland USA
Ricky in that wig is hilarious, the way he keeps flipping it is great
Big Red was in photography club, “click!”
“I’m home,” *big grin*
Gina and Ricky both look so happy when they’re together
Nini looks very confused about that, but also I just kind of realized, it means Ricky’s getting along with Nini’s “enemy” of sorts
The whole on 3 or after 3 thing is so real, and also Ricky’s “Nah man, you need some new words,” hilarious
“I can’t look at Ricky is that a problem?” *innocent trying not to laugh face*
I’m glad that she can make that joke now without it being actual - she started the whole series being like “I just won’t look at him,” and now we have this!
“It’s more like I felt like I had to get it,”  → yes! Gina character growth
“So do you care about Ricky?” “So what if I do?”
Carlos has the weight of the world (show) on his shoulders
Big Red with Courtney and Gina looking at the photos, I’m really glad that he’s found himself a place in the theater too!
“Should I just live vicariously through someone else?” - amazing
“Everything’s fine, why would you guys even ask that?” - oh Carlos… he needs a hug or something.
Carlos is so sure about his “boy forest” idea, but everyone is very against it (and rightfully so)
“Do you know what a forest of trees looks like?” “I do,” “Ok, but with boys,”
Cue incredibly confused faces
I like how everyone is shouting out their ideas to try and make it better, I especially like how Ricky is taking this seriously and has an idea that he wants to share and he ACTUALLY shares it! He feels comfortable with these people!
“She’s not here and I don’t know if she’s ever coming back,” *cue slapped in the face faces*
Ricky’s world is falling apart, once again
“You know you could’ve told me,” “Miss Jenn asked me not to,”
Very cute little interaction between our bois right there
“Wow Carlos what else are you not telling us?” alright EJ, chill out bud. Just because you have a closet full of secrets doesn’t mean everybody does too
Gina and Ricky both trying to keep people there and make it work because this is their place to go after school, and also both of them staying the longest.
“Nothing fell apart, it’s all gonna be okay,” “She’s Miss Jenn, she’s unstoppable, the whole show’s unstoppable,” Ricky’s go-to way of dealing with things is denial, he can’t deal with another thing in his life falling apart. This poor boy needs some sense of certainty in his life.
“But what if it does stop?” “Let’s not go there? I can’t stop, we still have too much work to do,” Gina can see how much Ricky needs the show to go on, how much he needs this distraction to keep himself going. If he stops he’ll break down, and he doesn’t want to do that, and I think that she can tell. She also immediately asks him to hear his song idea afterwards and I think it might just be her way of trying to distract him and keep him busy so he doesn’t get stuck in his head/feelings.
Ricky looks so happy that she wants to hear his idea too!
Carlos trying to find out who told on Miss Jenn and going immediately to Mr. Mazarra
I think Mr. Mazarra actually didn’t want Miss Jenn to be fired after he saw the whole “stick to the status quo” bit. He saw what it meant to these kids
Mr. Mazarra’s also got a point, she really shouldn’t have lied on her resume
Ashlyn trying to stop EJ and then Courtney and Ashlyn immediately noping on out of there
Acoustic “When there was me and you” is fantastic
Gina is starting to see Ricky’s talent/commitment and is really enjoying it
“I don’t hate you EJ, I just don’t trust you,” oof that’s like one step removed from “I’m not mad, just disappointed,”
EJ’s rushed confession list is very funny
I don’t understand how GPA’s work? Like, what does it mean?
That was a pretty sweet moment at the end “The audience doesn’t know what they’re missing, but I do,”
“Oh, I also wrote you a really weird song once,” - yes, yes he did
Nini is really enjoying Ricky’s singing and then she’s like oh… Gina
Ricky’s little guitar riff, amazing - side note Joshua Bassett is so talented
“Acting, dancing, throwing drinks in peoples faces…” 
“I kind of can’t forget about anything that happened at homecoming”  *calculating faces* - they’re both like how do we feel about each other??
“Should we be doing something” - Gina’s like ??? is that his way of asking me out?
I like that Ricky’s the one who mentions saving Miss Jenn first
Finally seeing the real side of Miss Jenn is great, but it’s sad that she can’t see how much she’s affected these kids
Carlos thinking that she wants him to direct the show
“I just hope she loves you guys half as much as I love you,”
My favourite dancer has a name!! Kaden!
I like that Big Red texted three people and got the entire cast
The only people sitting normally, in chairs are Ricky, EJ, and Courtney
Also the set up with Gina right beside Ricky, you can tell that he’s the one she trusts the most.
Nini set up between Ricky and Courtney shows that they’re the two people she cares about the most
“This is a terrible party, there aren’t even pretzels,” Natalie you weren’t even invited also whose go to snack is pretzels? Nothing against pretzels I just… usually there are other snacks that are prefered
“She was the first teacher to not see me as a punchline,” I just -- Carlos should not have had to deal with that
“So why are we all here then,” “Yeah good question, this is a waste of time,” okay Edgelord Joykiller, can you be positive for once?
“Honestly? Because she gave me a shot, and it’s been a long time since someone gave me a shot,” I just, these kids are finally getting to live and be heard, it’s beautiful. Also that reassuring knee touch from Seb? Beautifully executed.
“She put our show in jeopardy, and now we’re all here, maybe for the last time, together, and for some of us, this has become, umm I don’t know… ” “Family.” “What team?” “Wildcats!” “Ok wildcats, so what are we doing about it?”
This speech is very Troy-esque and I’m very proud of Ricky for doing it and also Nini for jumping in when she knew what Ricky wanted to say.
Oh finally, Mike and Miss Jenn are figuring out that they know each other. I like that he doesn’t immediately write her off for being kind of a liar, it would be hypocritical
“Personally I always chalked it up to the well known fact that people in the dramatic arts are insane,” ok so the principal should definitely not be saying that, that’s incredibly disrespectful. He’s supposed to be a role model??? He’s in a position of power?? That is a really messed up thing to say.
Ricky looks so surprised when his dad stands up
Nini’s mom standing up for Ricky’s dad! Yes!
EJ is starting to realize just how much the musical actually means to Ricky
I’m glad Ricky’s dad stood up and focused it on how it’s helping Ricky, not some weird way of being like I want to date you
Mr. Mazara watching them, once again, I think he has seen just how important theater is to these kids.
FLASH MOB OF PROTEST
This song gives me Hairspray vibes (I don’t really know why)
I love all of the quick points on beat
Ashlyn and Ricky should always sing together - their voices were just *chef’s kiss*
Ricky and Red dancing together! (Also Larry Saperstein filling in and learning the dance because Dara Renee hurt her knee? He is so good!)
Seb! That voice!
This choreography is fantastic
Ricky and Gina singing together, also great!
Natalie getting a solo!
Mr. Mazara is so impressed (and I am too)
Ricky jumping on that table! And then just continuing to dance on it 
Jazz squares! - Sharpay and Ryan would approve - lol
MISS JENN sign in the background
Standing ovation - the parents all look so proud of their kids for standing up for what they believe in!
Kaycee Stroh! With her original dance! “I love to pop, and lock, and jam, and break,”
“How did you do this?” “We stayed up all night” - these kids care so much about Miss Jenn and the musical and I love them for their hearts
Nini and Seb friendship, we stan
Ricky and Gina’s hug is adorable and now I really want a hug where someone picks me up.
Nini is not sure how to feel about them being together
Ej looks at Ricky and Gina first and then at Nini, what are they trying to tell us?
Text from Gina is interesting, she is definitely interested in him
Mike and Miss Jenn - Ricky seems happy about it?
I don’t know if he’s just happy that his dad is getting along with Miss Jenn or if he wants his dad to be with Miss Jenn?
37 notes · View notes
deborahdeshoftim5779 · 8 years ago
Text
Questions for HSM III (Part XII)
Tumblr media
Remember folks, that this still comes AFTER Gabriella has almost ruined Troy’s final days at East High simply because she doesn’t give a toss about their relationship. Remember that without Troy’s mad dash after her, she had NO intention of returning whatsoever. And for that and every other selfish and cruel act, she gets roses and a kiss. Amazing.
On The Musical Itself
1-So here we are, at the titular musical. Ms Darbus must have glorious clairvoyancy skills to be able to predict the contents of Troy’s text to Jimmie, rush to the phone, confirm her fears and then rearrange the musical accordingly, right?
2- “I’ll tell Kelsi and the orchestra.”
Did she or did she not do this? Judging by Kelsi’s later reaction, and the surprise with which Sharpay received Jimmie, the answer is no. Why a director would be so lax is beyond me!
3- “Ms D? I think he stopped breathing!”
Hallelujah!
4- It’s an incredibly short scene and the careful eye must catch it, but we see Mr Evans give Mr. Bolton a hug. So despite Troy flushing all his opportunities down the toilet during the summer, it’s good to see them still getting along. Did Mr Evans ever keep in contact with Troy himself, then?
5- I love watching Kelsi’s incredible confidence in introducing the musical. Remember that contrary to the nonsense you heard earlier from Mr Sleep-Deprived, TROY is responsible for this magnificent evolution in character. At this point, Kelsi understands and embraces her role as Playmaker and is primed to show off her musical brilliance as she very well should. Could Mr. Sleep-Deprived please explain how Gabriella caused this change?
Judging by Kelsi’s happy smile, can we assume that she decided the show could run without Gabriella after all? In the last rehearsal scene, everything was crashing and burning. Why couldn’t we have at least seen an improvement in the rehearsal quality after some good old hard work and rebalancing? Or would that be unacceptable, since it would demonstrate that Gabriella was not needed for the show’s success? If the rehearsals had continued to tank, then Kelsi would be forcing a smile-- and we’ve already seen what her forced smile looks like. Are we to assume everything came together in the end?
6- Mr “I Don’t Dance” is leading a group of basketball players in Ryan’s choreography routine without a hitch. Remind me, what was the point of the “I Don’t Dance” song again?
Is it fair to say, judging from the smile on Chad’s face, that he now enjoys performing and dancing? See, if we could have had those context scenes with regards to the rehearsals, we could have been given an evolution in his attitude towards the whole musical. He did a great job here, as did the other dancers, so once again I assume the rehearsals finally went well after all. 
7- Ryan’s performance is excellent. 
What dampens the moment is when he runs to his sister, expecting some praise and recognition and instead gets a comment about his pants. The crestfallen expression on his face is heartbreaking. After all his efforts (she’s performing a song that HE choreographed), she still treats him as an aside. DESPITE that, he STILL waits in the wings to watch and support Sharpay’s performance-- you can see the pride and approval on his face when she begins her song. 
Can we just appreciate what a decent guy Ryan is?
8- We now return to the travesty of Troy’s no-show during Sharpay’s number. Put aside Sharpay’s overwrought performance and Kelsi’s hilarious silent lack of approval thereof, put aside her insensitively ignoring Ryan’s far superior performance, put aside her bossing everyone around: she is a seasoned performer. She had attended every rehearsal, she had been prepping in the wings, she had done her exercises and you can see, despite her objectionable behaviour, that she ALWAYS wants to put on the very best show possible. Like I said in Questions for HSM III (Part II), she LOVES her craft with a passion, even though the scriptwriters refused to demonstrate this throughout HSM III. Furthermore, the visitors from Juilliard are in the audience, and she is dead keen on impressing them. After all, they thought her good enough to be considered for the opportunity. I think it is perfectly reasonable to sympathize with Sharpay’s embarrassment, frustration and eventual humiliation as Troy, a talented singer and dancer, is replaced by a try-hard amateur who carries stinky perfume in his pocket, can’t sing to save his life and dresses up like a dandy clown for laughs during what was meant to be her big show. We are not told why Sharpay didn’t get the scholarship, although it is very easy to see that Kelsi and Ryan are more talented than she is, but IF the farce of this performance was counted against her, then that is incredibly unjust. If so, it would very well explain Sharpay’s justified anger with Troy later. Controversial comments, yes. But I must ask why Sharpay had to suffer this humiliation at the hands of a flat, extraneous character whose only impact on the plot was cheap laughs. Why? 
It is also infuriating to see poor Kelsi’s confusion and increasing alarm as no one shows up, culminating in her shrugging in helpless surrender when it becomes apparent that Troy isn’t coming. This situation could have been ENTIRELY AVOIDED had Troy just pressed a couple of damn keys on his phone to inform her beforehand! She is directing, conducting and playing for the show and has to maintain a professional air whilst trying to avert disaster-- she can’t very well just run backstage, neither can she ask anyone what the matter is. Ms Darbus is sitting too far back to help, despite having claimed she would inform Kelsi and the orchestra. On top of that, she is trying to get a SCHOLARSHIP for JUILLIARD, and the two representatives are sitting in the audience behind her. For all she knows, they would be counting this no-show against HER, and not against Troy Bolton, who should have shown up on his cue! Therefore, as I said in another post, Troy could have caused her some serious embarrassment and even reflected poorly upon her directing skills because romance/Gabriella/waltzing round tree. And how does Troy’s no-show reflect upon him? Remember, he was being considered for a scholarship to Juilliard as well! Was it wise for him to miss an entire act and almost ruin the musical’s momentum on the opening night?! Thorughout the film, he has been unsure, although presumably interested in what Juilliard has to offer. First of all, he is surprised. Then we see him reading the brochure with such interest, that he doesn’t hear Ms Darbus calling his name. Then we see the brochure in his truck (when he gave Gabriella a free ride home). Then his dad finds it, implying that he left it somewhere easy to find. Before that, he told Chad that he “didn’t know” what he would do if Juilliard accepted him. And now, he compromises his own chances, as well as leaving Kelsi and Sharpay confused and embarrassed, by not showing up for his song?! I’m sorry, but this is just unacceptable. Just ONE text could have averted this entire situation, or even better, not making a mad dash to California! 
At the very least, Troy owed Kelsi a MASSIVE apology for this, something that could have happened had the show cared more about their poignant and important bond, than the flaky brat who had NO INTENTION OF ATTENDING SAID MUSICAL. 
Still mad, folks. Still mad.
9- Jimmie does his cobbled-together sexual harassment routine and the whole crowd is in hysterics. Poor Sharpay. 
10- Oh-so-conveniently after the song, Troy and Gabriella run in (allegedly they have the energy to do so), ready to rock the house. Sharpay is furious, sarcastically telling them to “save the day, whoopee!”, referring to their undeserved status as East High’s Golden Couple. She storms through the both of them and back to her dressing room. 
And Troy quite honestly has the audacity to say “What?”, after he knows FULL WELL that he missed the first act, and that Jimmie, whom he hastily shoved on as replacement, has NO PERFORMING EXPERIENCE WHATSOEVER?! Is he for real? Sleep-deprivation. I’m going to blame it on the sleep-deprivation. 
More importantly, remember that Troy has just driven 2106 miles. He is now, according to the script, fully prepared from a phsyical, emotional and mental standpoint to carry an entire act at the very least of the musical. Gabriella, of course, looks happy and healthy because she never lifted a finger to help Troy drive back. Both are dashing around set like it’s no one’s business. If the script could let us know why this can be, we’d be grateful. Remember, Gabriella left DURING rehearsals for the musical, and anyone who has worked in performance knows that a lot of important elements come together in the final rehearsals. Gabriella would have missed all of this. Why must we assume that she was therefore fit for purpose after having made her unannounced (and, in my view, unwelcome) arrival? 
You’d think that Ryan would be upset with Troy for causing delay and embarrasment to his sister, but instead he just beckons Troy and Gabriella to the stage with no questions asked. 
11- After having laughed at Jimmie’s nonsensical and useless appearance onstage, we see Troy give Kelsi a thumbs-up. This is piss-poor recompense for his NO-SHOW earlier, if you ask me. Then again, it is another small Trelsi moment that gives me oxygen whilst watching this movie. However, note Kelsi’s reaction: she is excited and pleased to see him. Excited. Pleased. This is AFTER he didn’t tell her that he would be late, didn’t show up for the first act, and hasn’t offered any explanation for not doing so. Yet she is excited and pleased to see him. Let’s contrast that with Gabriella’s reaction after Troy drove 1053 miles to spend (waste) his prom night with her. “I don’t believe this” and “You are so crazy, Wildcat”, was how she greeted him after all that effort. 
Furthermore, Kelsi gets the orchestra in place, so that she can give Troy ANOTHER chance to perform. This is similar to how she was so keen to give Troy his chance at the callbacks during HSM I. Why do I mention Troy and not Gabriella? Because, as I have said and will say again, Troy has a connection with Kelsi’s music, and, by extension, Kelsi herself as she understands him instinctively. When I discuss Trelsi in future posts, I will expand on this. Furthermore, Kelsi was incredibly keen for Troy to participate in this musical. On top of that, she has been nothing but supportive of him throughout their cruelly limited scenes in this movie. Sharpay says that Kelsi writes her best songs for Troy and Gabriella, but I assert that she writes them for Troy. Her reaction when performing with Troy is always more animated than with anyone else. It’s about their connection. And remember, the representatives of Juilliard are in the audience, so by Kelsi giving Troy another chance to perform, she is also ensuring that he gets his fair shot for the scholarship. 
How is it that in a few (sadly) short scenes, the inimitable bond of Trelsi shines through and adds depth to the plot and characters, whereas in all the Troyella scenes, we see nothing but Troy’s increasing misery, despondency, desolation and loneliness? 
12- Do I really need to discuss the further decimation of Sharpay’s storyline at the hands of Tiara Gold, Resident Nobody and utter plot tool?
13- Let’s get back to the musical instead. 
I LOVE Troy in this performance. Despite the conveniently absent fatigue, he delivers an emotionally charged performance. I LOVE the scene where he is dancing/miming piano playing next to Kelsi! I even have the gifs on in my Google Drive. The chemistry between them when performing is TOO GOOD. Again, people: Troy ALWAYS comes over to Kelsi when performing. I think it’s his confidence booster. Great scene! 
His usual romancing of Gabriella is forgettable. 
Can I make the daring proposition that Troy could have sung this song by himself? He is a far more captivating performer than Gabriella, and as I have said before, the lyrics are far more indicative of his relationship with Kelsi than with Gabriella. 
14- Notice that despite all of Gabriella’s terrible behaviour throughout this movie, she gets serenaded like some Queen by Jason and Zeke, hugged by Ryan despite her having manipulated him to humiliate Troy just last summer, hugged by Chad, despite her having reduced his best buddy to a shadow of himself, and THEN given a bunch of roses and a kiss to the forehead by the boyfriend she has DESTROYED throughout HSM II and HSM III! Seriously, what does she have to do wrong?
Should I be so sour at the end of the musical? It’s still a compulsively rewatchable scene, and it’s nice to see Gabriella show SOME appreciation towards Kelsi’s contributions to the show. (Even though Gabriella had no intention of attending, and thus Kelsi would have received much less than a single rose). I am sceptical, but the scenes are nice, and it’s good to see everyone getting along, I suppose. The camera then focuses away from far more poignant scenes like the Danforth parents and Mrs Montez cheering along to Troy and Gabriella’s cringeworthy “romantic” gazes-- if you ask me, Troy is under hypnosis-- and once again, are we to expect a kiss here? Because the awkwardness is self-evident. 
STILL... a nice scene. I do very much enjoy it. 
I’ll discuss the rest of the movie tomorrow. 
7 notes · View notes
darkeyedghost · 4 years ago
Text
Sure, I only watched it recently, but here we go.
High school musical is set in a very cliché American high school. The basketball team basically run the school and are the most popular.
During winter break, the main character, Troy, the most popular guy and the hero of the basketball team is at a hotel and the staff have put together a new year's eve party for the kids staying there. There is kareoke. One of the entertainers forces Troy and another girl there at the party called Gabriela to sing a love song together. *Cue staring into each others eyes as they both shred the song*
Then they go back to Troy's school which Gabriela has just moved to. She's very smart, a genius apparently, but doesn't anyone to know. They run into each other and they're like, ohhh didn't expect to see you here. But they're all blushing and weirdly happy. She asks if he sings, and will he be signing up for the school musical.
Then Sharpay (the 'mean girl') flounces in and tells them that they should try for small parts because they've never been in a production before. (Completely overlooking their talent😱) Sharpay signs her and her brother, Ryan up and flounces away.
Troy goes to basketball practice where they have a musical number about basketball. He explains to Gabriela that he can't be in the play because hE pLaYs BaSkEtBaLl.
The drama teacher holds auditions where Sharpay and Ryan perform a sick song. Gabriela and Troy see and spur of the moment decide to audition with an acoustic version. They get in.
Troy's friend, Chad is like, "bro you can't be in the musical!!!! You play basketball!!
And at the same time this other girl has befriended Gabriela and has found that Gabriela is apparently 'super smart'. And wants her on the academic Olympiad team. She and Chad are upset that Troy and Gabriela are not sticking to the status quo and so hatch a plan to make them say they don't like each other. They also move the date of the performance to the same day as Troy's big basketball game and the academic Olympiad team finals.
What will Troy and Gabriela do????
They somehow do it all and after the basketball game and academic Olympiad finals, Gabriela and Troy run to do the production, singing an acoustic version of the song (sorry I forgot the name of the song).
After that everyone goes to the gym and sings "we're all in this together".
The End.
P.S. there's a character called Kelsey who plays the piano and composes the songs
Okay, hey, so, every year in my school, we do this thing called Drama Fest, and each class puts on a performance of a musical. This year, my classes show is High School Musical and I have never watched it, so haven't the faintest clue about it. As I cannot be bothered watching it, could anyone tell me what it's actually about? Thanks
3 notes · View notes