Sharpay's Fabulous Adventure Page #2

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You should have your own reality show

called I Can Wear Anything.

Where you wear anything.

All right. I'm ready to show Daddy

what we've accomplished.

Ladies, and people I don't know,

New York is calling.

And this is one call

that is not going to voice-mail.

So, by way of review,

this is my shoe closet,

that is my bedroom,

these are my new clothes

and where I'll wear them,

and then I'm a star! See?

I'm just not totally convinced.

Daddy, you said

I haven't shown you anything

to let you know I'm ready for this.

But, look, I took matters

into my own hands,

and without even

chipping my manicure.

Sweetheart, it's not as easy

as putting pictures on boards.

But I've worked everything out!

And used this pointer.

- I don't know...

- Please, Daddy.

Alone, in New York?

My dear college friend, Michelle,

has a son that goes to NYU.

I've met him. He's a very nice boy.

I could ask her to make sure

that he keeps his eye on you.

Are you sure

you're ready to take this on?

I know I can do this.

I know it like I know

purple washes me out

and that my eyes are the exact same

distance apart to be a supermodel.

What I don't know

is whether you believe in me.

Mom seems to.

Okay, you have my blessing.

Thank you, Daddy!

I'll call my friend Michelle

and have her talk to her son.

Thanks, Mom.

There's just one condition.

Fine. I love a good conditioner.

You have one month.

I'll fly you to New York,

I'll pay for your penthouse,

but you have to

get yourself in that show

and prove to me

you can take care of yourself.

One month.

- Deal?

- So deal!

But if it doesn't work out,

you come back here and work for me.

At the country club.

- Work?

- A job.

That's the deal.

Prove yourself, or come back

in a month and work for me.

Fine. Prove myself it is!

Look!

Look, Boi, look!

- Sharpay?

- In the flesh and pastels!

- We've been awaiting your arrival.

- Then the wait's over!

We spoke on the phone.

I'm Marjorie Grande,

the manager for the building.

My pleasure.

Please, follow me to the penthouse.

Ooh!

I hope this is to your liking.

No. It's to my loving!

Boi, you've gotta see this.

- That's a dog.

- Try to get him to believe that.

I'm sorry.

There are no dogs in the building.

Sure there are. See?

The members of the co-op board

have a strict no-dog policy.

Well...

My father heads

our country club board,

so I'm sure that gives me

some kind of board immunity.

Miss Sharpay, this building

is pleased to have you.

This dog...

Not so pleased.

Miss Grande, Ma'am. If he goes, I go.

What are you doing?

Filming you.

Just keep doing what you're doing.

Do you always just film

totally stunning people on the street

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