Two v. v. v. important High School Musical things:
(1) High School Musical/SGA. COME ON. SOMEBODY DO IT. PLEASE? PLEASE? LOOK AT THE WRETCHNESS OF MY LIFE RIGHT NOW — GIVE ME COMFORT.
(2) Also, apparently, the YA novel I’m writing is…high school musical without the romantic subplot but…uh, instead of a musical, it’s a ROBOTICS COMPETITION. GOD I’m a nerd.
Hee! My nephew did robotics all through high school and now that he’s in college he goes back to mentor high school teams. Nerdbot powers activate!
SOMEBODY PLEASE WRITE HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL/SGA! (see, i’m supporting you). it would be FABULOUS!
I love High School Musical! And um, I might have written a SGA/HSM snippet. It’s unbetaed, and hopelessly derivative, but then it’s a fic based on High School Musical, so it’s hard to get around that part. ;) Basically, this is the part where Rodney’s Gabriella:
Rodney jerked his shoulders back in the mirror, and critically examined his reflection. The t-shirt was good- ironic and obscure, but not too ironic and obscure. The jeans were cutting off his circulation in a way that made Rodney seriously concerned about his ability to father children, but the girl at Urban Outfitters had assured him that they were ‘hot’ or whatever.
“What are you wearing?†Jeannie shrieked from his doorway. Her mouth was hanging half-open like she wasn’t sure whether to be completely horrified or if Christmas had come early.
Rodney jerked around and threw his hairbrush at her. “Shut up, Jeannie.†He did not, did not turn red. “It’s just some new clothes. For the first day of school, an all that.†Rodney shrugged into the mirror. He was casual. He was cool. Jeannie was laughing her ass off at him.
“I know when you move to a new place you’re allowed to reinvent yourself, but don’t you think that’s taking it a little too far?†At least she was smiling, Rodney thought absently. Their mother had gotten a teaching position at CalTech, and Jeannie had been bitter all summer about having to leave her friends in Toronto. (Rodney hadn’t cared. He’d hated Toronto.)
He moved over to his bed and started lacing up a pair of chucks. “I’m not going to be the ‘freaky genius boy’ again. You want to know why?â€
Jeannie put her hands on her hips. “’Freaky genius boys don’t get laid?â€
“No! Well, yes, actually. I-â€
“Ew! I don’t want to know!†She backed out of Rodney’s room.
Thank god. If there was one potential flaw in Rodney’s plan (which he was privately calling Operation: Virgin No More!, but only until he came up with something cooler), it was Jeannie. She knew all about his Academic Decathlon trophies and his two year reign as President of the Physics Club at their old school. She was just horrible enough to blow Rodney’s cover if he wasn’t careful. He might have to be nice to her. Or bribe her. Or something.
Jeannie’s head popped back into Rodney’s room. “Oh! Dad says you have to give me a ride.â€
“What?†Rodney squawked. “No! How am I supposed to convince everyone that I’m cool with you hanging around?â€
“Yeah, that’s what your problem is,†she said.
After getting in a slap fight over the radio (“Do you even know what Death Cab For Cutie is, Rodney?†“Um. A goth clothing line?†“Oh my god, you’re so screwed!â€), a fight which resulted in Rodney almost crashing into a tree, they pulled into the parking lot of East High School.
Jeannie got out of the car and slung her backpack over her shoulder. “What exactly is your plan here, Genius? Start dressing like a hipster and bag a cheerleader?â€
“No.†Rodney scoffed. “I’m realistic. I’m going for the drama kids.†Jeannie looked at him.
Rodney tugged at his jacket and stalked (coolly) across the parking lot. “What? I have it on good authority that they’re all drugged out and horny. I’ve done research.â€
And he had. Rodney had no athletic ability, so joining a sports team was out. Skateboards were an incredible waste of time. They’d moved too late for him to go to the marching band summer workshop- a shame, since the band kids had the highest hook up ratio per capita of any other group. That left the drama kids. Not too lame, not too cool, Rodney could play the piano and he’d seen The Sound of Music on TV a bunch of times. It was perfect.
Jeannie and Rodney headed through the main doors to be greeted by a giant mural of a Wildcat and an unrealistically muscled man slam-dunking a basketball. Blech.
Rodney headed off in search of his first class, while Jeannie trailed behind him like an annoying terrier. “Are you going to audition for the musical? Because I’ve heard you sing in the shower. There’s no reason to inflict that on others. Also, I don’t think there’s enough pot in the world to make a girl- or boy- want to sleep with you.â€
“Hey, who said I was gay?†Rodney snapped, perhaps a little too loudly, judging by the snickers from a group of guys by the stairwell. He rounded on Jeannie. “So there was that one time over New Year’s but there was karaoke, it was my first experience with alcohol, and you swore you’d never mention it again,†Rodney hissed.
Jeannie smirked and disappeared into the crowded hallway. He was so screwed.
Yep. Can’t believe I just wrote that.
I — I cannot tell you how much joy this has brought me. Like, I literally have tears of happiness welling up in my eyes because I’m so filled with joy. Like, I love it so much I’m writhing with love. And I’m now totally imagining John giving Rodney a tour of the building and and Cadman and Lorne being like WTF and Radek and Kavanagh being like WTFFORILLS. I — I’m having a fainting spell here.
…and because merelyn is awesome, I had to try my hand. Keep in mind that I have not yet seen High School Musical (although it’s on my Netflix - THANKS A LOT, PRU. GODDAMMIT) but I, uh. Read the Wiki synopsis! So I totally know what I’m talking about!
“I swear to God, Sheppard,†Rodney grumbled. “If you call this place your Fortress of Solitude, I don’t know what.â€
John grinned and leaned against the railing, feeling the slight press of vertigo he always got when he stared down at the hangar. “Nah. I’m more a Fantastic Four kinda guy.â€
“Let me guess. The Human Torch?â€
“Oh, come on, like you wouldn’t want to be able to, you know, fly. While *on fire*.â€
Rodney didn’t answer that, which was kind of an answer itself, and John didn’t look over when he felt Rodney settle into a slouch next to him.
“So.â€
“Yeah.â€
If Rodney was a girl, John thought for the squillionth time, this would be so much easier. And that was so depressing that he let his head drop down on his forarms and sighed.
“Sheppard? You gonna pass out or something?â€
“Why do you call me Sheppard?†he asked, rolling his head so he could look at Rodney while still slouched comfortably.
Rodney looked surprised. “Because everybody else does, I suppose. Why?â€
Shrugging was harder from this position, but John worked it out. “I don’t know. I just thought. I mean, when we met the first time, thing—“
“Okay, seriously, I thought we agreed never to speak of that again.â€
“I didn’t agree to that!â€
“Sheppard—“
“John—“
“Whatever. You’re bringing me up to your Super Secret Hideout, you’re asking me to call you… John,†and the hilarity in that was obvious to Rodney but not to him, “And now we’re talking about the thing that we’re not supposed to talk about. So are you hitting on me or what?â€
“What?†John straightened up fast.
“So you’re *not* hitting on me.â€
John opened his mouth, closed it, and said, “Seriously. Girls are so much easier than this.â€
“That’s just what I was thinking,†Rodney agreed.
I’m glad you liked it! I need to write more of it. Or hideously photoshop the heads of the cast of SGA onto this picture:
Also, is it bad that I want the opposing school’s mascot to be a Wraith?
Oh my god, until I read this High School Musical was the one thing, the ONE THING I didn’t have crossover thoughts about with SGA. Rodney would be all science geeky and John would slouch around with his pushy football-coach father and then some situation would require them to make out, I don’t care, whatever, IT WOULD BE AWESOME.
Dear lord, it would be so good. Also, merelyn is kind of a genius.
Um. This is why Mere needs a job.
Also, apparently, the YA novel I’m writing is…high school musical without the romantic subplot but…uh, instead of a musical, it’s a ROBOTICS COMPETITION.
That sounds AWESOME. I would totally read it. All the fun of HSM, plus robots? There is no downside there.
I’ve been in high school robotics competitions if you want some notes or facts or something.
High School Musical AU is the most hysterical idea ever. These snippets are genius!
Now I have to see High School Musical don’t I? Frick! ::adds to To Watch pile::