High School Musical script(3)

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# You gotta get your, get your, get your, get your head in the game

# Come on, get my, get my head in the game

# You gotta get your, get your, get your, get your head in the game

# I gotta get my, get my head in the game

# You gotta get your, get your, get your, get your head in the game

# Whoo!

- What team? - Wildcats!

- What team? - Wildcats!

- What team? - Wildcats!

- Wildcats! - Get your head in the game!

So, it seemed like you knew Troy Bolton.

Not really. He was just showing me around.

Well, Troy usually doesn't interact with new students.

- Uh, why not? - It's pretty much basketball 24/7 with him.

- That should be 16 over pi... - Yes, Miss Montez?

I'm sorry, I was just... Uh...

Shouldn't the second equation read 16 over pi?

16 over pi? That's quite impossible.

I stand corrected.

Oh... and welcome aboard.

- Catch you later, guys. - OK.

Troy Bolton was looking at our audition list.

Again?

He was hanging around with that new girl and they were both looking at the list.

There's something freaky about her. Where did she say she's from?

Wow! An Einsteinette.

So why do you think she's interested in our musical?

I'm not sure that she is. And we needn't concern ourselves with amateurs.

But... there is no harm in making certain

that Gabriella's welcome to school activities that are...

...well, appropriate for her.

After all...

...she loves pi.

Gold! More gold!

Paint, paint! Let's go!

- The answer is yes! - Huh?

Our scholastic decathlon team has its first competition next week,

and there is certainly a spot for you.

- Where did those come from? - Didn't you put them in my locker?

- Of course not. - Well, we'd love to have you on our team.

We meet almost every day after school.

Please?

I need to catch up on the curriculum here before I think about joining any clubs.

Well, what a perfect way to get caught up. Meeting with the smartest kids in school.

- What a generous offer, Taylor. - So many new faces in detention today.

I hope you don't make a habit of it,

but the drama club can always use an extra hand.

And while we are working, let us probe the mounting evils of cell phones.

Come on, guys, huddle up! We got two weeks to the big game.

Where's Troy and Chad?

Don't make me ask again.

- Where's Troy and Chad?! - Detention.

Perhaps the most heinous example of cell-phone abuse is ringing in the theater.

What temerity! The theater is a temple of art.

- A precious cornucopia of creative energy. - Where's my team, Darbus?

What the heck are those two doing in a tree?

It's called crime and punishment, Bolton.

Besides, proximity to the arts is cleansing for the soul.

Can we have a talk, please?

And you two, in the gym, now!

If they have to paint sets for detention, they could do it tonight, not during practice.

If these were theater performers, would you seek special treatment?

Darbus, we are days away from our biggest game of the year.

And we, Bolton, are in the midst of our auditions for our winter musicale as well!

This school is about more than just young men in baggy shorts

flinging balls for touchdowns!

Baskets! They shoot baskets.

Stop! Guys, listen, you've been having this argument

since the day you both started teaching here.

We are one school, one student body,

one faculty! Can we not agree on that?

So, Coach, how's the team lookin'?

- Troy got 'em whipped into shape? - Oh!

West High Knights have knocked us out of the playoffs three years running,

and now we are one game away from taking that championship back from 'em!

It's time to make our stand.

The team is you.

You are the team. And this team does not exist

unless each and every one of you is fully focused on our goal. Am I clear?

- Hey, what team?! - Wildcats!

- What team? - Wildcats!

- What team? - Wildcats!

- Wildcats! - Get your head in the game!

We've never made it past the first round

of the scholastic decathlon. You could be our answered prayer.

I'm focusing on my studies this semester,

and help my mom get the new house organized. Maybe next year.

- What do you know about Troy Bolton? - Troy? Hmm.

I'm not an expert on that particular sub-species,

however, unless you speak cheerleader,

as in, \

Oh, he's so beautiful.

- Ha-ha. See what I mean? - I don't know how to speak cheerleader.

We exist in an alternate universe to Troy the basketball boy.

Have you tried to get to know him?

Watch how it works tomorrow when you have lunch with us.

Unless you'd rather sit with the cheerleaders and discuss firm nail beds.

My nail beds are history.

Sister!

- Still don't understand this detention thing. - It was my fault.

- Sorry, Dad. - Cross court.

Darbus will take any opportunity to bust my chops. That includes yours too.

Hey, Dad?

Did you ever want to try something new, but were afraid of what your friends think?

Like, going left? You're doing fine.

Well... no.

I mean, what if you wanna try something really new

and it's a total disaster and all your friends laugh at you.

Maybe they're not your friends. That was my whole point about team today.

You gotta look out for each other. You're the leader.

There's gonna be college scouts at our game next week.

Know what a scholarship is worth these days?

- A lot. - Yeah. Focus, Troy, come on.

Whoo.

Just something for you.

I expect we all learned our homeroom manners yesterday, people, correct?

If not, we have some dressing rooms that need painting.

Now, a few announcements.

This morning during free period will be your chance for the musicale auditions,

both single and pairs.

I will be in the theater until noon for those of you bold enough to extend

the wingspan of your creative spirit.

When's she due back on the mother ship?

Discussing the importance of Shakespeare...

- What's up, man? - What's up?

The team's hitting the gym during free period. What should we run?

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