Sharpay stepped out of the limo, told her chauffeur he could go home, and looked up at her mansion. Yes, her mansion in Hollywood, California. A mansion with 49 fully furnished rooms, including a movie room with a screen larger than most movie theaters contained. 22 servants and maids ran about the back of the house cleaning and doing whatnot. When you walked into the front door, the first thing you saw was a giant curving elegant staircase with a railing that was extra fun to slide down that sat on the left. When you looked up beyond the staircase you saw a stained glass ceiling and when the sun shone, it made a colorful pattern on the smooth marble floors, which stood beneath Sharpays cherry heels. To the right – there was a grand room with about 4 couches, a plasma television, and cherry wood floors. Looking directly ahead, there was a small corridor, which lead to the kitchen. It was a green kitchen with a small island in the middle where the culinary chef was often found cooking. Sharpay turned to the large closet next to the front doors and threw her purse and her coat there. She proceeded to make her way up the grand staircase. Skipping through the first few doors, she strode down to the end of the hallway and into the dome shaped doorway, or her room. She flicked on the light switch and stared at her gorgeous room.

Sharpay's room was not your ordinary room. It had 3 separate rooms off of it and a walk-in closet. However the main space was just like her personality. The pink walls with bits of glitter and diamonds embedded into the gleamed under the florescent lights of the chandelier with a fader switch. Her bed was round and could fit around 5 people in it. The pink sheets of cotton and down matched the color of her walls. Across one wall she had a large vanity mirror with pink lights and 4 full drawers of makeup. Across the other wall was a large case, which contained Grammy's, Oscars & many awards and trophies with posters and scripts from every production she had ever starred in. When Sharpay was feeling down, she looked through them. Next to her bed was a dresser with a remote on it. This remote controlled her room. One button opened or closed the windows, another button swung open the little case with a plasma TV in front of her bed. The top blue button swung open and closed the main door the room. The smaller one beside it flipped around the wall revealing a snack bar with a mini-fridge. The pink button all the way at the bottom revealed her walk in closet.

Sharpay picked up her remote and pressed the pink button to open the closet. Stepping in, she slipped off her red heels and set them on a metal plate next to the door. Immediately, the shoes dropped from the plate and in a poof – they were in their place in the closet, without Sharpay having to do a think. As Sharpay slipped off her red dress, she threw it on the metal plate and it too went to its place in the closet. Next, she unclasped her necklace and diamond earrings and threw them on the plate. She further into the large closet and pushed a button on the wall. Immediately a screen popped up and Sharpay made her selection of loungewear. She picked out a pair of pants with strawberries on them and a matching top. She pulled her hair out of its bun and let it hang loosely in a ponytail. She sighed as she stepped out of her room and into the tiny den outside of the living room. She flipped up the top of her PowerBook and checked her email – not her fan mail address. She was downright scared to check her fan mail, it was always filling up. She clicked open her AIM again, fans didn't know about it. and immediately god an IM from her agent.

Agent: Sharpay! My girl, how's it going? How'd the premiere tonight go?

Sharpay: Hey Randy. The premiere went pretty well. It was a cute movie.

Agent: were the paparazzi nice to ya?

Sharpay: for the most part I suppose.

Agent: well that's good. Listen, I have you booked for a photoshoot tomorrow, is that all right?

Sharpay: where? With who?

Agent: With 2Glam magazine for course, and its with Miley Cyrus!

Sharpay: alright I suppose. Do you have anything booked for the day after that?

Agent: not a thing.

Sharpay: good. Please keep it that way.

Agent: sure thing

Sharpay: well listen, I gotta go right now so call me if you need anything Randy.

Agent: alrighty, goodbye

Sharpay closed her laptop and her cell phone buzzed. She looked at the caller ID that read "Ryan Evans". It was her brother…