High School Musical: The Musical: The Series

Together, together, together everyone

Together, together, come on...

What the... No.

Oh, come on.

Sorry! Our bad!

All good! No bad.

Great. First costume change.

Today's the day, Big Red. It's happening.

Hell yeah. Junior year, baby.

Might grow a mustache. Might do a lot of things.

Dude, I'm talking about Nini.

Today's the day we start over.

-Oh, wait, I gotta show you pictures. -Okay.

Okay, um... Oh, and this was my costume in Act Two.

Flawless. Love it.

Ooh! Uh, oh, this is the wig that almost fell off in the middle of my ballad.

We texted. She sounded neutral.

Nothing about bad news or needing to have a big talk.

Just, "Hey." That's good, right?

Summers are no man's land, Ricky.

I don't know what "Hey" means, and neither do you.

I think it's good. Yeah.

And this...

Oh, I know who that is, Nini.

Girl, I am like 0.2 seconds away from making that my lock screen.

I can't tell if you're glowing or you're sunburnt.

Definitely glowing. Yeah, I had the best summer. Ever.

And what does you-know-who have to say about this?

I'm waiting for the right time to tell him.

Yo, Nini! What's good?

How do you feel about right now?

-Hey. (CHUCKLES) -Hey.

Um...

Can we talk?

It was my idea to take a pause, okay?

Nini was going to theater camp and... Not to brag,

but I'm not exactly intimidated by guys who voluntarily wear tights.

I didn't wanna take a pause.

It was only for a month. We could have FaceTimed every day.

I mean, fine. Did I hang out with a couple girls this summer?

Possibly.

Did I talk about Nini the entire time?

Absolutely.

I met somebody else at camp.

-I didn't plan... -Wait. Wait, is this a joke?

-Still talking here. -Oh, snap!

I met someone at camp.

Uh, I didn't plan for it to happen, but it happened.

He was the Music Man, I was Marian, the librarian.

It's called a showmance.

Wait, you went to librarian camp? That's a thing?

Please... Tell me you're joking.

I'm not. -I'm not.

Come on, Ricky. You know what you did!

Or what you didn't do.

Do my feet stink?

-'Cause I feel like my feet stink. -No.

-Sort of. -Yeah?

-I think it's cute. -Yeah? Okay.

And that's why we work.

-Check your Instagram. -What?

Okay.

Um, happy almost-one-year anniversary, baby.

I, uh...

I wrote this for you. So...

-What is this? -Just watch it, I made it for you.

-Watch it. -I'm watching.

So much has happened Think of what we've done

In the time that the Earth has traveled 'Round the sun

Winter, spring, summer And we're back to fall

We've been together hand-in-hand Through it all

-(CHUCKLES) -Just watch it.

From the minute we kissed And my heart skipped a beat

To the night that we danced I was swept off my feet

Sure as every year has to come to an end

I'd go spinning around the sun with you Again and again

And again and again

I think I kinda, you know...

I think I kinda, you know...

Like the way that we flow

Like the way that we go

And I love... I think I kinda, you know...

I think I kinda, you know...

You know, you know

Can't help dreamin' of you

Guess I'm sayin' I don't not love you

You know, you know, you know...

I do, Ricky.

I love you.

Oh.

(OVER PA SYSTEM) Good morning, students.

Please make your way to the gym for our annual back-to-school kickoff.

I don't believe this.

You're blowing me off for some theater punk

you met four weeks ago? At a lake?

You kinda dumped me!

It was a break. It wasn't a break-up.

I'm sorry, Ricky.

But it's a break-up now.

Pop off, girl.

-Stay out of it, Kourtney. You stay out of it.

I'm dismantling the patriarchy this year, and I'm not afraid to start with you.

You crushed it.

-That could not have gone better. Hey, Kourtney.

I feel good about this.

It's a fresh start. Everyone's on the same page.

This is a nightmare.

Everything is terrible. Love is dead.

And I am also pleased to announce

that this year, seniors will be allowed to wear baseball hats on Fridays.

Go, seniors!

Friday!

And now for a special introduction.

This year, East High has a new drama teacher

with an announcement that she swore,

in writing, would not cost too much money.

Why, Big Red? Why do things have to change?

Some things never change, dude.

I've been wearing the same socks for three days.

Please hold your applause.

Go, Wildcats!

-(STUDENTS EXCLAIM) Ow.

Yeah.

My name is Ms. Jenn,

and when I heard that the high school where High School Musical was shot

had never staged a production of High School Musical, the musical,

I was shocked as an actress,

inspired as a director,

and triggered as a millennial.

"Millennial"?

Auditions are tomorrow after school.

This show could change your lives,

and I'm saying this as a background dancer from the original movie.

Third from the left, back row, red headband,

and those are my real teeth. So...

Oh, and meet your student choreographer, Carlos.

You know him as captain of the color guard.

I know him as an unpaid, rising star.

But seriously, I have no budget.

I've spent two years in the chorus at East High.

I mean, it would be insane to think

I might actually have a shot at playing Gabriella.

Right?

As the school's resident High School Musical historian,

I basically have zero chill about this right now.

I've seen the original movie 37 times,

and the first 15 minutes of both sequels.

Excuse me?

Is there somewhere you're supposed to be?

Broadway.

Oh, no. I'm all for the arts. Like, I pay for ad-free Spotify.

I'd just rather see our students practicing skills

for the real world, ya know?

Sue me.

Yeah, no, I know, Ma, but if you can just float me one car payment.

The principal says it takes two weeks for payroll to kick in, and...

-(KNOCK ON DOOR) -Oh, oh. (SIGHS)

Great. No, not you, Ma. Gotta go.

Hey, there. I know you're new here,

but FYI, your assistant needs a hall pass if he's gonna be late for class.

Oh, Lord. Hall passes are still a thing? What is this, prison?

No. It's a professional learning environment.

Sweetie, I'm the ultimate professional.

For instance, we don't call colleagues "Sweetie."

Knock-knock, Ms. Jenn.

Just wanted to report

that the High School Musical hashtag I started is already trending.

Well, of course it is.

Your generation deserves to make its own mark on this classic.

Watch out, world.

And by "world," you mean the greater Salt Lake region.

Oh, pfft.

I just wanna be clear.

This new drama teacher may live in a Hollywood dream world

where we're the "Wildcats," but we're not.

We're the East High Leopards.

Always have been.

And so I say to my mom,

"Looking this fabulous while also fighting for intersectional feminism

"is my summer job."

And that's how I spent my break.

Wow.

Did I not tell you she's amazing?

She is amazing. You're amazing. -Thank you. Yeah.

Okay, so, crazy idea.

What if we went in costume to the auditions tomorrow?

Okay, I'm listening.

Okay. Whatever you wear, I'm doing your makeup.

Okay. -So I was thinking, like,

a basketball jersey for me, and then, for my leading lady,

it is time to go full V. Hudge.

Okay. No, no. Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

I mean, obviously you're gonna get Troy, but I don't wanna... jinx anything.

Uh, that doesn't sound very Nini 2.0 to me.

Babe, we're a package deal here.

And all the talented senior girls graduated last year.

This one is ours to lose.

Literally, how did we not speak until this summer?

EJ, my man!

Hey.