(calling out) Where are you going?

You wanted to see me, Sharpay?

Gabriella. How delightful you could squeeze me in between… towel folding.

Sharpay stands, now inches from Gabriella’s face.

Sharpay smiles, unfazed.

Gabriella picks up her tray. Turns to leave.

(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.

Is there a point, Sharpay? Or just the usual monologue?

You already did. The difference is—I’m not scared of you. I’m just disappointed. You have all that talent and you still don’t know what a duet really means.

You think love is a liability. That’s why you’ll always be alone on that chaise lounge, Sharpay. You win trophies. We build something real.

Sharpay removes her sunglasses slowly, savoring the power.

Oh, I know. That’s what makes this so interesting.