High School Musical 3: Senior Year (Complete Original Script written by: Peter Barsocchini) One: (Seen is Troy

breathing for air as pressure builds up in East High Gym. A championship game is going on between West High Knights and East High Wildcats. Troy glances at the scoreboard... score was 24 for the Wildcats and 37 for the Knights. First half was over, the Wildcats proceed to their locker rooms. Coach Bolton enters) Coach Bolton: We've dug ourselves a hole, and the only way out is on each other's shoulders. No more X's and O's. Forget the scoreboard. Here's the number that means something... 16... Sixteen minutes left in the game... the season... and for the seniors on this squad (glances over Zeke, Troy, Chad, Jason) Sixteen minutes left in a Wildcats Uniform. (gives Troy and Chad a serious look) Captains? Troy: Hey, you heard Coach. The sixteen minutes are going to stay with us for a long time after we leave East High... so it's now or never. Chad? Chad: What team? WILDCATS: Wildcats! Chad: What team? WILDCATS: Wildcats! Chad: What team? WILDCATS: Wildcats! Troy: Yo, one other thing... Did anyone actually washed their lucky socks? The same socks we've worn for three straight playoff games... games we've won? Chad: Mine never left my locker all season. Jason: I kept mine in my lunch bag. Troy: Zeke? Zeke: I vacuum-packed mine. Troy: That's what I'm talking about! (Laughs, goes out of their locker rooms for another warm up. Singing Now or Never this time. Coach Bolton calls for an emergency time-out.) Troy: I want Zara in the game. Coach Bolton: Zara? (Troy nods) Jimmie Z, you're in! (Jimmie rushes and ripped off his warm-up jacket too fast and ended up removing his jersey as well.) Troy: Save it for the game, Rocketman. And keep your eyes on me. (Chad threw the ball in bounds to Zeke, who fired it right back at Chad. Troy was surrounded by three player for the Knights, but he managed to slip free and grab a shovel pass from Chad. He set up for a jump shot and every person in the gym looked at the basket... except for Troy. Instead of taking his shot, he passed it to Jimmie was unguarded. Jimmie hesitated for a split second then made a layup for two points as the buzzer sounded. Victory for the Wildcats!) (PARTY) Chad: What do you think of the game? Mrs. Danforth: Did you have to take it down to the buzzer? I was a nervous wreck! Troy: back-to-back championships! Mrs. Bolton: Fantastic! But you're still helping us clean-up after party. (Chad saw Zeke make the cake and as he reached for it, Zeke slapped his

hands playfully) Zeke: They're cooling. I'll let you know when they're ready! (laughs) Out of my kitchen, mister! (Chad and Troy laughs and goes out) Troy: (saw Gabriella) Hey! Fix you a plate? Gabriella: One of everything! (Chad, Troy's dad and Coach Kellog, the U of A basketball team coach enters. Gabriella steps aside politely) Coach Bolton: Coach Kellog, you got any empty lockers up at U of A? Coach Kellog: Not for long I hope. (shaking Troy's hands. Mr. Danforth enters) Coach Bolton: I bet Charlie Danforth will suit up for you next season too, if you just ask him. Mr. Danforth: (grinning) A front-row seat will do just fine. Coach Kellog: Well, the kind of team play I saw tonight goes a long way with me. And we're counting on seeing you on Redhawk Uniforms next season, right? Chad: Done deal! (Troy smiled weakly and excused himself as soon as he could) Jimmie: Dude, great house! Your room is way cool! Troy: (raising an eyebrow) You were in my room? Jimmie: (showing the picture) I took a picture. Look. I'm doing the same way. (strikes a pose with Troy and clicks his camera) Troy: Wow! That's great Jimmie. (pauses) Oh, man, I left the championship trophy in my truck... I hope it's still there. Jimmie: Don't worry, I'm on it! (Troy shook his head and looked for Gabriella) (TREEHOUSE SCENE) Gabriella: Another hiding place? Troy: You are the second girl ever allowed up here. (Gabriella raised an eyebrow) The other was my mom, and she only climbed up to get me down. I haven't been up here since I was ten... (Gabriella stared at him) Okay... Thirteen... (Gabriella did not blink, but still looking at him) All right... last week. When I was nervous about the game. Gabriella: Well, I'm honored. And ready for these... Oh, was that the coach from U of A down there? (Troy nodded) I bet he's already got your name on a locker. Troy: Yeah. It's always been my dad's dream to end up at his alma mater. Ugh, did I just say that? Gabriella: (nodding) My mom and I have been talking about Stanford ever since I was born. Troy: And you're already accepted. That's so cool. Gabriella: Except my mom won't stop talking about it. It's embarrassing! Troy: She's proud of you. So am I. Everyone is. Gabriella: The thing about Stanford is that it's a thousand and... T &G: Fifty-three miles... Troy: From here... I know. And now the rest of the school year is coming at us so fast. Gabriella: I wish it would all just... stop. At least slow down. (Both sings Right Here, Right Now) Gabriella: Is this a pirate's wheel? (Troy was about to speak) Robot! (moves the robot) I... am... robot... (Troy grabs the robot from her and puts it away) A cape! (puts the cape around Troy's shoulders.) Just like kindergarten. Mrs. Bolton: Troy, you have guests! Hi, Gabriella! (Gabriella smiles) Don't

make me come up and get you, Troy! (Gabriella laughs, Troy was about to go) Troy: (moves with his cape.) Yes, mom. (Gabriella giggles more) She would really come up if we don't go. Gabriella: Oh. (goes down with Troy) TWO: (Seen is a banner with CONGRATULATIONS WILDCATS! BACK-TO-BACK CHAMPIONS! A shiny, pink, convertible Mustang rode right past the student spaces and into a private spot outlined in pink right in front of the school. Sharpay walks past many people and casually glanced at the Wildcats basketball team.) Sharpay: Hi, Troy! When's the big game? Troy: (confused) Yesterday. Sharpay: (checks her phone messages) Oh, well, good luck! (blows a kiss, Troy playfully catches it) Zeke: How sweet. (Chad choked playfully. Troy slaps him with Sharpay's kiss) Sharpay: (opens her locker. Kisses a toy with Boi's picture on it.) Hi, Boi! (wears a Tiara, then somebody peered behind her) What are you? I mean, who are you? Tiara: Good morning, Miss Evans. I'm Tiara Gold. (Sharpay removes her Tiara) I've just transferred to East High from London and noticed on the board that you were in need of a personal assistant? Sharpay: Well, with finals, prom, and graduation, I need someone tracking my appointments and assignments. Most important, I need someone to run lines with me for the spring musical. (paused) That's a theater term for... Tiara: Learning you role. I understand. (she reached past Sharpay and began to rearrange her locker) It's best to keep science and math together since those are your first classes of the day. Sharpay: How do you know my schedule? Tiara: I took the liberty of checking, simply to make certain I'd have your nonfat, no-foam soy latte ready for free period. Sharpay: One packet of sweetener... Tiara: Organic, of course. ( Sharpay raised and eyebrow, impressed) Sharpay: I'll e-mail my wardrobe choices each morning so that our outfits won't clash. If you have orange in your wardrobe, get rid of it! (closes her locker) By the way, I like the accent. It's so... sweet. (tossed her hair and walked away) Jimmie: Troy, my brother, can I have your gym locker? Troy: What? Jimmie: Like starting next week? It'll help me with the guys next season if you'd do that. Troy: Why didn't I think of that? (bell rang) Jimmie: Oh, man! Another tardy. (runs off and meets Donnie along the way. Indistinct murmurs. Sharpay passes by in the middle.) What about her? Ryan: Hey, what's your name? Sharpay: Her name is Tiara. (whispers) I don't even think parents name their child Tiara. (pauses) Why didn't my parents think of that? (loudly) Oh, you can go now. Tiara: I managed to transfer into your homeroom. Just in case I could be of

service. Sharpay: Some people might be freaked out by you. Me, I like it. Take a seat. Ms. Darbus: All right, settle down. I know we're all still excited about the Wildcats' top-to-bottom championship... Chad: That would be back-to-back, Miss D! Ms. Darbus: (sighs) In any case, it was a grand slam. Well done. (Troy and Chad rolled their eyes) Now, the student body president and co-editor of the yearbook, Taylor McKessie, has important announcements. Taylor? Taylor: Senior-trip subcommittee meets tomorrow and reports Thursday to prom committee, headed by Martha. It's called the Last Waltz. Pick up your tickets from her. Graduation committee convenes Monday, following yearbook planning. Picture deadline is Thursday. Finals study groups alternate with all of the above. Questions? (silence) Chad: What's the lunch special at the cafeteria, today? Taylor: New York Deli. Anyone else? Ms. Darbus: Moving on, Sharpay Evans, four-term Drama Club co-president for the Spring Musical Report? Sharpay: (Sharpay nods) With prom, finals, and everyone being so busy, we'll select something very modest to perform. Perhaps even a one-woman show! (Everyone was shocked. Some moaned) Ms. Darbus: A little light on the sign-ups, Kelsi? Kelsi: (scribbles names hurriedly) Oh, no, actually we're doing pretty well. (Kelsi rushes to Ms. Darbus and hands the paper) Ms. Darbus: Well, well, well... almost the entire homeroom. How inspiring! (Everyone looks at Kelsi and Sharpay groans irritatedly.) So, I'll be seeing all of you during free period to discuss the show. And for a very special announcement... (bell rings. Everyone hurriedly goes after Kelsi complaining) Troy: Leave it to Darbus to make free period mandatory. Jason: I'll be retaking my finals two or three times. I'm moving into the library! Troy: Kels, I was going to be using free period to work on my truck. Zeke: I've got five new recipes to nail for my Family Science final. Taylor: We've got a yearbook to edit. So no can do. Kelsi: Sorry, I just thought since it was the last show, everyone would want to do it. Gabriella: Hey, listen up. Kelsi's right. We should do this. Jason, Taylor, Martha, and I can help you study. Zeke we're your official tasters. This is our last chance to do something together, all of us. Something really fun. Sharpay: Oh, Yippie. (all says no once again. Sharpay lets go of a satisfied grin. Gabriella looks at Troy sadly and Troy raises his arms) Troy: I'm in. (Everyone looks at him. Sharpay collapses. Tiara catches her and Ryan immediately was spritzing her face with a spray bottle.) Taylor: But how much time will it take? (Sharpay regains her consciousness) Chad: And what is the show about? Ms. Darbus: You, Mr. Danforth. (asks him to give his ball. He resigns openly and gave Ms. Darbus a soft dig pass) The spring musical is all about... you. Chad: Me? Ms. Darbus: It's all about you. And all of you will create it... a show about your last days at East High. We'll call it... (pauses dramatically) Senior Year. (Sharpay muttered: Genius!) Kelsi will compose, Ryan will choreograph and I'll

do my best to guide you. Now, important news from the Julliard School in New York City, America's preeminent college for the performing arts. Yes, for the first time in East High history, four of you are being considered for one available theater arts scholarship. Yes, Julliard is considering Ms. Sharpay Evans... Sharpay: I'm already packed. (receiving a paper) Ms. Darbus: Mr. Ryan Evans... (Ryan dances a bit) Miss Kelsi Nielsen... Kelsi: (softly) Whoa, they got my letter. Ms. Darbus: Indeed they did. And finally, Mr. Troy Bolton. (Zeke laughs hard) Julliard will send representatives to observe our spring show. So... good luck to our four applicants. (looks at Troy) Is there something wrong? Troy: I didn't apply. I've never heard of... Julliard. Ms. Darbus: Well, that may be, Mr. Bolton. But, evidently, Julliard has heard of you. And as you create this show, then you must dig down and think about your aspirations, your dreams for the future. Line up, please. Let's begin with Mr. Danforth. Chad: My dreams? U of A. Hoops all the way. Ms. Darbus: (smiled) Miss McKessie? Taylor: My future? I'd like to be president of the United States. (smiling) After college of course! Jason: Do we get extra credit for just... like... showing up? Ms. Darbus: (groans, to Kelsi) Kelsi? Kelsi: To write some songs we'll remember... (Martha enters) Ms. Darbus: Martha Cox, you're late! Martha: I had my American Folk Dance class... and thought maybe we could use a few more dancers... Ms. Darbus: I'm feeling a show is ready! Troy Bolton? Troy: To bust whoever signed me up for this! Ms. Darbus: (sighs) Miss Montez? Gabriella: I think we should stage the perfect prom. Sharpay: That's adorable. What do I want? Gosh, I wouldn't know where to begin... But I know where it ends. Center stage, a single spotlight... a huge marquee that reads... (TRANSITION- cafeteria) Ryan: I'll have the New York Deli Platter, please, double cheese. Oh, no pickles. And throw in that Big Apple parfait... if they make it here, I'll eat it anywhere. Sharpay: How can you think about food at a time like this? Ryan: Maybe because it's lunchtime? Sharpay: I'm talking about the show. This show is our last shot, Ryan! (goes after Ryan at the second floor of the cafeteria) Tiara: Sharpay's meal, please. Thank you. (goes after the twins) Sharpay: That puppy dog Troy Bolton pretended to know nothing about Julliard. (gave a small snort) Give me a break. Ryan: Troy looked genuinely surprised. Sharpay: (signals Tiara to move away and carry her meal to another table) Oh, so the theater fairy magically sent in Troy's application? Performers can't fool me, Ryan. They're deceitful, ambitious and ruthless. Ryan: Aren't we performers? Sharpay: Exactly! (Ryan shakes his head) (begins to sing I Want It All) Ryan: Wait a minute... Ms. D said there's only one scholarship. But, there's two of us.

Sharpay: We're twins. They'll have to take us both. Kelsi always writes her best songs for Troy and Gabriella. So you make certain we get those songs. Ryan: How? Sharpay: Polish her glasses. Buy her ruby slippers. Take her to prom... I don't know. Just do it! (tosses her hair and walks away. Ryan was left, thinking) THREE: Gabriella: Coming to rehearsals today? Taylor: Do I have a choice? You got us into this. Which I don't understand. Have you even told anyone you're up for Stanford's freshman honorees program? Gabriella: (shaking her head) No. Taylor: You're going to be hearing from them any day. Gabriella: I already heard from them. (her phone rings. Picks it up) Troy: Look up. Gabriella: Huh? (looks up, to Taylor) Gotta go! (rushes off) (ROOFTOP) Troy: You've got to help me with this. Which one should I wear? Gabriella: Because....? Troy: You're going to have a beautiful dress, and I want to look right. Gabriella: (chose one Tux for Troy and let's him wear it) I've never been asked to a prom, but this almost sounds like an invitation. (Troy showed her two tickets to the Last Waltz) Troy: Will we have to waltz? I really don't know how to do that. Gabriella: All I know is what my dad showed me when I was a little girl. I'd stand on his toes and he'd waltz me around the living room. (gave him a hand) Come here. (music plays - Can I Have This Dance?, rain falls. Was about to kiss when the bell rang) Oh! Let's go! (LOCKER ROOM) Troy: Yo, Rocketman... You guys wanted our lockers? Chad: Well, it's moving day. Jimmie: Sweet! (follows Troy and Chad when suddenly they burst into a run) Coach Bolton: Bolton! Danforth! Donny: Hey, joke's over guys! (Troy and Chad lead them to the theater.) Sharpay: (doing a dance step while chatting over her telephone. Ryan was counting in chorus of Sharpay) Yeah, with the prom's coming and finals... The Musical is becoming draining too. Ryan: Jason, what are you doing? Sharpay: (Chad and Troy enters running and laughing hard and Jimmie and Donny entered and stopped at center stage) Ooh.. I guess I'll have to call you back. (puts down the phone and smiling sheepily) Gabriella: Yearbook opportunity. Taylor: (grabs her camera) Got it! Ms. Darbus: Bold choice, gentlemen, bold choice. (Troy and Chad tried to stop laughing) We must all have the courage to discover ourselves. However, here at East High, we discover ourselves while clothed. But welcome to our spring musical. Troy: Yeah, welcome! Ms. Darbus: Give them back their clothes. And on with the show. (GABBY'S HOUSE) Troy: If my truck falls apart because I'm spending my free time onstage,

it's all on you. (smiles) Gabriella: Me? Troy: You think I'd be up there if it wasn't for you? Gabriella: (smiles) Yeah, I do. Troy, I watch you in rehearsal. You love it. Why is that so hard for you to admit? Troy: It isn't to you... But to my dad? Chad? Yeah, that's a little hard. Gabriella: It shouldn't be. Troy: They're happy as long as we're all talking about U of A. You chose Stanford... U of A was sort of chosen for me. I haven't be talking about this with anyone... but I've had offers from other colleges. And I'm really listening. Gabriella: I get it, Troy. I've still got decisions to make, too. Troy: Like what? (Gabriella was about to speak when her mother enters) Mrs. Montez: I've got snacks for you inside... I think I interrupted something? Gabriella: Just talking, Mom. (Her mother signals to go inside) Troy: (smiles weakly) Homework. Gabriella: (stands up) Speaking of homework... (offers Troy a hand) Troy: (laughs) I was just joking! FOUR: (YEARBOOK ROOM) Gabriella: Kissing up to the yearbook editors. Very smart move. Troy: Chad's hoping for two pages for himself. Maybe even a third page, just for his hair. Chad: Hey, what's right is right. Hoops, by the way, you've got to take me after school to check out the whole tuxedo thing. Troy: I'm definitely an expert. Taylor: Tuxedo? What for? Chad: Um... prom? Taylor: Honey, if that's what you call a formal invitation, you'll be dancing with yourself! (pokes the basketball he was carrying and exits) Troy: Ooh... (laughs) (DRESSING ROOM) Sharpay: Yes... No, no, yes, no, yes... yes... absolutely, yes! No, no, no... (sighs) How many have I approved? Tiara: Sixty-seven. Sharpay: That'll do. Deliver those to the yearbook room. (Tiara nods) Zeke: (knocking) Sharpay? Sharpay: Entre. (Zeke enters) Cookies? (Zeke was about to speak. Chilidishly) Oh, he's got no cookies. Zeke: Um... Sharpay... there's something I've been wanting to ask you for about a year... Sharpay: Oh, Zeke, glad you stopped by. You're taking me to prom. (Zeke was shocked) Don't buy a corsage, it's being flown in from Hawaii. Tiara: I've sent the florist a fabric swatch. (Sharpay nods) Sharpay: Daddy will arrange limousine and restaurant. (Tiara starts measuring Zeke) Your tuxedo will be delivered, but don't wear them on your ballroom-dance lessons. Zeke: Dance lessons? Sharpay: Beginning Monday. Questions? (Zeke was about to open his mouth, Sharpay interrupts him) No? (Zeke was about to talk but was interrupted again) Good. (Zeke opens his mouth again and was interrupted

AGAIN) Toodles! Zeke: But.... (Sharpay pushes him out of her room. Returns her puppy) Sharpay: New outfit? I think so! Jason: Well? Zeke: (smiled weakly) I didn't give her a chance to say no. (CAFETERIA) Troy: (hands him flowers in exchange of his ball) It's now or never, dude. Chad: Okay, okay. I'm going in. Troy: The Garden Club is rooting for you. (Chad and Troy goes to their table) Chad: So, anyway, I was really hoping you'd kind of go to the prom with me. Taylor: Oh, hi, Chad! Hey, they've got Tuna Surprise on the menu. Really good. Chad: The prom. I'm asking you. Taylor: What? It's so loud in here. You'll have to speak up. (to the girls) Did you hear anything? (the girls shook their heads) See? Troy: Hey, everyone! (no one listened) y- YO! (cafeteria fell silent) Uh, my friend, Chad, would like to tell something. Chad: (goes up on a table) Taylor McKessie, will you please be my date to the senior prom? Taylor: (looks at her friends then to Chad.) I'd be honored! (taking his flowers and hugs him. Cheering from the audience) Chad: Dude, I need to go to shoot some hoops. Right away. Troy: Dude, we can shoot hoops all day, but, we still got to get you into a tuxedo. No way out, man! (Singing A Night to Remember) Ms. Darbus: Kelsi, the music is splendid, Ryan, your choreography is most inventive. (looks at Jason) Jason, we don't chew a gum in the theater. Sharpay: (grabs Ryan) I heard she's writing something amazing for Troy and Gabriella. Ryan: A song, most likely. Sharpay: Find out what it is! (nudging Ryan in front of Kelsi) Ryan: So, hey, how can we make this whole show better? Maybe we could get together? Kelsi: I'm in the music room every morning as soon as they unlock the school. Actually, I have my own key, but don't tell anyone. It's really early but I do have a teapot. Come on by! (Troy and Gabriella were talking at a corner when Jimmie jumped in) Jimmie:(shocked Troy and Gabriella) Hey, good job,Troy! Troy: (irritated) Stop. Doing. That! (Sharpay passed by) Look, there's Sharpay. You didn't hear this from me, but she has a secret crush on you. Jimmie: A secret ---?!?!?! Gabriella and Troy: Sssshh!! Jimmie: (whispers) Should I talk? Troy: Go... (Jimmie goes after Sharpay. Ms. Darbus saw him) Ms. Darbus: Mr. Zara! Jimmie: You can call me Rocketman if you want to. Ms. Darbus: How generous. And since you've been such a... dedicated presence here, I'm making you an understudy. (She nodded toward Tiara) Tiara, you as well. Jimmie: I'm in! Hey, Donny! I'm IN! I'm playing understudy. Donny: Way cool. You rock, Jimmie Z!

Tiara: (rolling her eyes) Understudy isn't a role, you morons. It means you go on if one of the leads can't make it for the performance. Jimmie: Oh. Well,you're one,too. Tiara: The difference being, I can actually carry a tune. Jimmie: Hey, I wouldn't sing with you if my hair was on fire and you were the last bucket of water on earth. Tiara: And I wouldn't sing with you if I were starving and you were the last pickle at the picnic. Jimmie: (they eyed each other for a moment. Jimmie smiles) Want to have lunch sometime? (Tiara smiled sweetly and exits dramatically) (YEARBOOK ROOM) (Gabriella interrupts Taylor by covering her computer monitor with a letter. Taylor excitedly grabs it.) Taylor: (reading excitedly) Stanford University's freshman honors program cordially... (gives Gabriella a hug) Just tell me you've already said yes... right? Gabriella: (shakes her head) I haven't even told my mom I got the letter. Taylor: I can't believe you just said that. (Gabriella was about to speak but saw Tiara standing near the door, holding Sharpay's approved photos and smiling innocently.) Tiara: Here are Sharpay's photos. She wants them all in the yearbook. Gabriella: Okay, thanks. (Tiara raises an eyebrow and exits) (COMPUTER LAB) Tiara: (scrolling pictures in a website. She finds Gabriella's photos and lets Sharpay sit on the chair.) They select only thirty freshmen from the entire incoming class. It's a special three-week program. Sharpay: How prestigious! Tiara: But the program starts in two weeks. She'd miss our your show. Sharpay: (in mock despair) Oh, my goodness! What to do? (prints the page) Well, the show must go on, mustn't it? FIVE: (Ryan arrives at East High and goes in the music room. He finds Kelsi doing the duet for Troy and Gabriella. He picks up the teapot and sips on the cup. He begin to pick up the music paper and reads it.) Ryan: Kind of beautiful. Kelsi: Stuck on the bridge. Worried about the show... Ryan: Shouldn't be. It's sounding good. The prom number was great. So as this one. (He started playing and singing with Kelsi Just Wanna Be With You. Stops before the refrain) So... what are you doing prom night? Kelsi: It's two days before the show. I'll be working on charts and fixing orchestrations and probably changing song lyrics right up until Ryan: Good. Pick you up at eight. (Kelsi smiled and continues singing) (TRANSITION-rehearsals) (Troy and Gabriella continues to sing the song) Ryan: Pity the actor who has to follow that in the show. Kelsi: It might be you! Ryan: Oh, me! Gabriella: With the way you dance, you've got no worries. Troy: Yeah, we're all trying to catch up with you. Ryan: (smiles) Okay, get ready for take 5. Sharpay: Ryan?

Ryan: (sighs,walking towards Sharpay) Sharpay: Did you get a copy of that song from Kelsi? Ryan: No, but I'm taking her to prom. Sharpay: Brilliant! Keep you friends close and your enemies closer. Now, get me that duet. Ryan: Um... Last time I checked, you're not Gabriella. Sharpay: Don't be so sure. (exits) (GABRIELLA'S ROOM) Taylor: You should be throwing a party, not keeping a secret. Gabriella: But it starts at Stanford next week! I'll miss everything! Taylor: You'll come back for prom and graduation. You had enough credits to graduate from East High last December. Sister, your future is calling loud and clear. Gabriella: (sighs) Stop being my mom for a second and just be my friend! Maybe I like it here. Maybe I want to stay in Albuquerque as long as possible. Maybe I'll stay here next year. (JUNK YARD) Troy: My fuel pump is deceased Mr. Riley. Mr. Riley: (grinning) Dig around, you'll find one here. Can't wait to see you guys play for U of A next year. Already bought my season tickets. Lock up when you leave. (tossing the keys to Chad) Chad: Hear that? Season tickets. Time to start practicing, dude. Troy: Take a breather, LeBron. Man, don't you ever feel like your entire life is already being laid out for you? Chad: What's your point? Troy: I just want my future to be... my future. Chad: See what happens when you do a show? You're like... five people. Troy: What's so bad about that? When we used to come here as kids, we'd be ten people! Spies, superheroes, rock stars... we were whatever we wanted to be, whenever we wanted to be. It was us, man! Chad: We were eight years old! And for the record, I was much better superhero than you. (sings The Boys Are Back) What are you going to do if Julliard says yes? Troy: I don't know. Chad: That's not what I wanted to hear. I'm getting you back at the gym tomorrow. (He shoved Troy playfully) (GABBY'S HOUSE) Taylor: Stay in Albuquerque? That makes no sense. Gabriella: Why do I always have to make sense? I'll still go to Stanford. I can take classes at U of A. I don't know. Taylor: U of A? You're not thinking clearly, because you're thinking about Troy. He's your first crush. But there'll be more boys, more Troys. (Gabriella turns around and spotted her mom. Gabriella goes out to the balcony.) Mrs. Montez: High school feels like the most important thing in the world. When you're in it. But that changes. Gabriella: Not everything has to change, Mom. I don't believe that. (Mrs. Montez gives her a hug and exits) SIX:

(Gabriella was fixing her locker when Troy showed up) Troy: Okay, prom corsages. Take your pick, because if you leave it up to me... well... Gabriella: If you pick out, I'm going to like it. (looks at the corsages and adds a laugh) Unless it's that one. (bell rings and they both headed to separate classes. Troy was on his locker gathering some books) Sharpay: Hi, Troy! (Troy was shocked) I realized I haven't offered my congratulations. Troy: Thanks, but to tell you the truth, I'm glad the season's over. Sharpay: I didn't mean basketball, silly. I meant Gabriella. Troy: Huh? Sharpay: Her missing the show is a little disappointing. But being selected for Standford's freshman honors program... well, that's amazing for her. Troy: I don't know what you're talking about. Sharpay: Everyone else does. (gives him the printed page) The whole school is buzzing. The honorees get to spend time with Stanford's top professors in special classes. Starting next week. Troy: Next week? Sharpay: You really don't know? (pitifully) Okay, this is a little awkward. I guess her not telling you means she's on the fence about it. But who better than Troy Bolton to encourage her to accept that honor, since the only thing possible holding her back is... you. Oh, see you at rehearsals! Toodles! (Left Troy, dumbfounded) (GABRIELLA'S HOUSE) (Gabriella was doing homework when her phone rang) Troy: (another voice) Pizza delivery. Gabriella: (frowning) I didn't order pizza. Troy: (normal voice) You didn't have to. Gabriella: (smiled and goes to the balcony) Troy: Half vegetarian, half everything else. Oh, and let's not forget... (He put down the box and grabbed the rope that was hanging in the tree) What's a picnic without chocolate-covered strawberries? Gabriella: (shook her head giggling) You are one crazy Wildcat. (Troy climbed up the tree and they begin laying out the food for their picnic... LATER....) Troy: So, here's the thing. Your freshman honors program at Stanford... Gabriella: How'd you hear about that? Troy: A lot of people heard about it. But I wasn't one of them. Why? Gabriella: Because I knew what you would say! Troy: Of course you should do the honors program. Gabriella: I've been thinking about trying to talk to my mom into letting me stay in Albuquerque another year. Take some classes here, go to Stanford when I'm ready. Troy: You can't just put off something as amazing as Stanford! Gabriella: So maybe I get to be a little crazy. Everything about my life has been full-speed ahead. This is the first time I've ever even wanted it all to slow down... to a stop. Troy: We're going to graduate. That's going to happen. Gabriella: Does everything feel that easy for you? Lucky you, I guess. I get it, it's Senior Year. This is what happens. But you know what, Troy, my heart

doesn't know what's in high school. (Troy was about to say something) Don't say anything else. I'm way better at goodbye's than you. I've had a lot of practice. Troy: Wait. Why are you saying goodbye? (Gabriella pushes his hair behind his ears) Gabriella: I meant good night. (Kisses Troy. Troy goes down from the tree. Gabriella starts to sing Walk Away)