Troy "The Rocket" Bolton lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling of his very expensive suite. The best suite, in fact, in the entire hotel.

Staring blankly. Blankly staring.

How had no one recognised him? Here he was, back in town for Homecoming, and no one had realised that he, Troy "The Rocket" Bolton was the newest hot star of stage and screen ( Read more... )

"I taste like pina colada," Troy said, randomly, as he, Ryan, and Chad sat on the ginormous couch in their living-room-cum-zomg-look-at-the-huge-tv-it's-GIGANTIC area of the apartment. There were the remains of an extra-large pizza on the coffee table, and half a bottle (of two) remaining of Coke beside it. Ryan had bowed to the double-onslaught of ( Read more... )

It was time ( Read more... )

Troy had gotten in last night, very, very late; he'd done little else other than check where his new room was, go there, and collapse on the bed. Now, he woke up, the sun shining in through the window, and he smiled as he remembered where he was ( Read more... )

Huh. A.J. was gone, which meant that the room felt a little bit... empty. Rather empty, in fact. Very, very empty.

It was amazing how much space one person could take up, whether they had any stuff taking it up or not. Troy looked at the empty side of the room, and reached over to turn his music up a little to fill the space ( Read more... )

Troy had contemplated going by the April Fool's Party he'd seen advertised, but just as he was starting to get ready to go, his computer announced an arriving email.

( From: Ryan Evans  )

Troy was reading through Titus Andronicus, idly sketching out a couple of ideas for the audition posters he totally planned to finish making tonight.

The door was cracked open, should anyone wish to stop by.

[Open, wide open! Especially for any weetiny boyfriends who might wish to stop by. ;) ]

Troy was lounging on his bed, reading through a couple of different scripts. He was smiling softly, thinking about the fact that he was going to get to be doing some acting again.

... Once he went to see Geoffrey again, of course. But he rather felt that he'd been having some legitimate distractions lately. Like being stuck in the past.

[For ( 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 continued to stare in the mirror after his initial scream, hand running down his chest to examine the scar there, then darting up to his eyebrow to finger the scar bisecting it; then he just plain stared.

It's not every day one wakes up looking like someone else, after all.

[Open to the roommate, or anyone else who might have a reason to ( Read more... )