Class of '95 was, by all accounts (and, as well, all reviews, which was perhaps even more important), a resounding success ( Read more... )

Opening night had been fantastic. It was a smaller production, with a half the cast doubling roles, and the audience had been... sparsely populated, but the actual acting... Troy, backstage, alone finally after mingling with press and patrons. He couldn't remember the last time a show had felt this good.

No, he could: Kiss Me, Kate had been like ( Read more... )

Troy closed the door behind him most of the way as he got back to his room; he'd just had a shower after getting back from an afternoon run, and so was just in a pair of shorts with a towel across his shoulders.

He tossed his toiletries bag onto his bed and went to rummage through his closet for a shirt.

[Expecting the no-longer-a-sparkle-ball ( Read more... )

After meeting up with Sky in his room and deciding to come back to 402 -- as A.J. was gone on the Mexico trip -- Troy lead the way, closing (and locking) the door behind them after they were both in the room. "... So..." he began, suddenly a bit nervous. "... I guess..." But then, suddenly, he moved forward to pull Sky into a fierce, passionate ( Read more... )

Troy moved out onto the back deck, stepping through the glass doors and closing them against the noise of Gabriella's party. It was strange, how distant he felt now from his friends here, as if being at Fandom had forced him to grow in unexpected ways.

( The cool air, just barely below freezing, made his skin tingle )

The door to room 402 banged open, and two young men ( clumsily, drunkenly, noisily made their way in [NWS] )

Troy was sitting at his computer, writing an email to his cast, when he got a notification that he'd received a new email. Seeing the address, he was excited to have some news from home.

From: gmont@easthigh.newmexico.edu
To: tbolton@fandomhigh.net
Subject: Hey, miss you!

( Hi, Troy! [Some spoilers for High School Musical 2] )