Mr. Fulton entered the kitchens, where the staff was gathered waiting for their assigned jobs, pulling a portable cart full of uniforms. He was wearing gray suite, and glasses, and reminded Chad of a twisted porky pig.

“Good morning,” the man said, his voice business-like. “I welcome you all to the Lava Springs Country Club. As you were told when you came in, the Evans own this country club...” He went on about work hours and how to clock in and out of work. “Now, for your assigned jobs...Miss Montez, you will be the lifeguard out at the pool. Your job is to watch over the swimmers, give swimming instructions, lead the water aerobics classes and watch over the pool area in general. Not to mention to do whatever Miss Evans needs.”

Gabriella nodded, and took her uniform from the cart, consisting of a red full-piece bathing suit. “Is this all I get to wear?” she asked, looking at the suit with wide-eyes.

“It’s a bathing suit, Miss Montez,” Mr. Fulton said without amusement. “Surely you wear bathing suits when at the pool?” He got a blank stare in return. “A pair of shorts and an open shirt is acceptable to wear over the bathing suit.”

She sighed in relief and smiled in thanks.

Nodding, Mr. Fulton continued on. “Miss McKessie, you will in charge of all of the activities,” he said, handing Taylor a clipboard with papers and other important things that Chad didn’t bother looking at. “If you need help figuring out what you need to do, ask for Claudia Van Holden. She did this job last year, and is now working as a yoga instructor up on the third floor.”

Taylor looked over the information on the clipboard and gathered her uniform from the cart – a red suit of sorts and a nametag.

“Miss Cox,” he said, turning to Martha, “You will be preparing food for cooking. Use knives and other cutlery safely, we want no accidents…Mr. Baylor, you will be working with Chef Michaels – “

“In the promise land,” Zeke said, high-fiving the air and grabbing his chef hat and apron form the cart. Martha had also gathered her uniform – a pink colored full-body apron.

“Miss Nielson, you will be working in the dinning hall, at the piano,” Mr. Fulton told Kelsi, who was standing beside Jason. “We want new music, Miss Nielson, not new music.”

Chad and Troy exchanged confused looks and shrugs. From the nod Kelsi gave as she gathered her nametag, she knew what he was talking about.

“Your uniform will consist of a white dress shirt, a black bow or tie, and black pants or a skirt...Mr. Cross, you will be on dish duty, as well as bus-boy.”

“Ah man,” Jason groaned, but gathered his green apron nevertheless. “Why does everyone else get cool jobs?”

Mr. Fulton ignored him and turned to two left. “Mr. Bolton, Mr. Danforth, you two are our waiters, and in Mr. Danforth’s case, on occasions, Miss Evan’s personal caddy.”

“WHAT?” Chad and Troy exclaimed in unison, before Troy broke down into laughter.

“That’s rough, man,” his best friend laughed at his ‘misfortune’.

Chad glared at him, playing along to the whole ‘hate Sharpay’ thing, before turning back to Mr. Fulton. “Sharpay’s personal caddy – “

“It is never Sharpay, Mr. Danforth. Never refer to Miss Evans or Mr. Evans by their first names. It is always Miss or Mister,” Fulton corrected him. “And yes, her personal caddy,” he said, grabbing two white aprons and tossing them at the two boys, as well as a blue button down shirt. “You will have to acquire khaki pants, as that is the waiter’s uniform. Hear are your nametags.”

Chad grabbed his nametag from his new boss, before he looked down at his uniform in disdain. Chad Danforth does not wear uniforms. He looked at Troy and the two exchanged similar looks.

Mr. Fulton cleared his throat, getting everyone’s attention once again. “All staff members have the choice of commuting everyday to work, and staying here at Lava Strings. Sign this form if you are staying here this summer, so that we can arrange a room for you,” he said, grabbing a piece of paper from the clipboard that Taylor had. “Miss McKessie, you will post it on the bulletin by the clock-in, and tomorrow morning, I will be by to collect it, first thing. Workdays don’t start until tomorrow. That will give those who need it time to get the rest of your required uniform.” He went on about a three-strike deal, before leaving, taking the cart with him.

“So we can leave now?” Zeke asked in surprise. “That’s it?”

“Guess so,” Martha said with a shrug. “So who is all staying here for the summer?”

“I am,” Chad answered, and was the only one. “My parents thought it would be more convenient that way, unfortunately,” he said with a fake scowl. “A whole summer with Miss. Evans,” he said sarcastically.

This set Troy off once again. “Ah man, I still can’t believe you have to be her personal caddy! That’s hilarious!”

“For you, maybe,” he growled in annoyance.

“At least you’re not stuck washing and collecting dishes all summer,” Jason complained miserably. “I can’t believe I’m a damn bus-boy!”

Kelsi patted him on his shoulder, sympathetically. “It could be worse, Jason.”

“How?”

“Well, you could be stuck with cleaning bathrooms all summer...”

Jason nodded at this, and stopped complaining for the moment.

Chad followed Taylor to the back of the kitchen, where she pinned the sign-up sheet on the bulletin board. He and Taylor were just friends, but everyone thought that they were more than that. They made it seem like it, for show, because everyone expected them to be dating, since their best friends were. However, Taylor actually had something for Zeke, and knew that Chad was with Sharpay, as she had walked in on them in the auditorium after the open production of Twinkle Town, making out. It had been empty at the time, so they had thought it was safe, but then Taylor came in looking for Gabriella and caught them. The three made a deal to make it look like Chad and Taylor were interested in one another, at least for a while.

“So,” Taylor said, leaning against the wall as she handed him a pen – one that was clipped onto the clipboard. She gave him a knowing look and teasingly asked, “What does Sharpay want with you as her personal caddy?”

He grinned down at her, before signing his name on the sheet of paper. “She wants me on the beck and call, I’m guessing.”

Taylor chuckled, “That does sound like the Sharpay Evans I know...And you staying here for the summer is?”

“Me having fun,” he laughed. “Sharpay set this whole thing up, with having me here, and you guys as well. Though for you guys, she just thought I’d like to work with my friends, rather than a bunch of strangers.”

“How nice of her,” Taylor said in surprise. “Hmm, never thought that would ever happen, her being nice and everything.”

Chad grinned and nodded in agreement.

“Chad! Taylor!” Gabriella called from the front of the kitchen. “Mr. Bolton is here!”

The two made their way back to their friends, and the group of friends filed into Coach Bolton’s large van.