(CONT'D) So here’s the feature: step back. Let him shine. Or watch him realize—when it’s too late—that you were the weight dragging him down.
(calling out) Where are you going?
I’m on shift.
The sun blazes. Country club members lounge in white cabanas. SHARPAY EVANS (17, perfect blonde ponytail, designer sunglasses) basks on a striped chaise lounge, iced tea in hand.
Sharpay smiles, unfazed.
Gabriella picks up her tray. Turns to leave.
Is there a point, Sharpay? Or just the usual monologue?
She gestures to the empty chaise beside her. Gabriella doesn’t sit.
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(CONT'D) So here’s the feature: step back. Let him shine. Or watch him realize—when it’s too late—that you were the weight dragging him down.
(calling out) Where are you going?
I’m on shift.
The sun blazes. Country club members lounge in white cabanas. SHARPAY EVANS (17, perfect blonde ponytail, designer sunglasses) basks on a striped chaise lounge, iced tea in hand.
Sharpay smiles, unfazed.
Gabriella picks up her tray. Turns to leave.
Is there a point, Sharpay? Or just the usual monologue? high school musical 2-gabriella and sharpay fight script
She gestures to the empty chaise beside her. Gabriella doesn’t sit.
