"Oh, wow. Fratello, isn't this school molto bello?" I asked my brother.

"Sì; it is quite magnificent."

"Oh, Antonio – it's perfect," I continued as a large smile adorned my face. "It's like I'm living some sort of fairy tale. It's so regal and…pink."

"Although beautiful architecturally, it does appear to be very… fruity."

"No doubt. But we'll knock some rock and roll into this place in no time," I winked.

My name is Catarina Honoka Rapsodia. I'm in my first year of high school by Japanese schooling, and I have just transferred to Ouran Academy. If you cannot tell from my name, I am half Italian and half Japanese. I was born here in Japan, but I spent most of my childhood up to age thirteen in Italy. After that, I moved to America to further my career in the music industry with my brother.

Antonio Yuuma Rapsodia is my twin brother. Like me, he was raised in Italy. My fratello and I are very close.

Oh, sorry – mi scusi. Even though I speak fluent Japanese, I tend to start speaking in Italiano.

Our father, Bartolomeo Rapsodia, is the owner of expensive clothing, cosmetics, and accessory lines as well as a large chain of Italian restaurants internationally. Our mother, Akemi Oshiro, is the head of a robotics company based in Japan but has spread worldwide. Although we are rich by blood, Antonio and I wanted to earn our money, which is why we got into the music business.

Our almost-all-girl band (with Antonio as our only male group) is quite successful in the States, but I'm not really sure if we're big in Japan. The girls are also joining us at Ouran.

I am the lead vocalist, although I play piano and acoustic guitar when needed. Antonio is the lead guitarist. The twins, Rayne and Snow, play the bass and rhythm guitar, respectively. Candy plays the keyboard and Teresa (or Teri for short) plays the drums. We're known as Metafiction.

"Buongiorno, Chairman Suoh," I smiled, walking into the head office with my brother.

"Ah, you two must be the Rapsodia twins. I'm sorry, did I pronounce that correctly?" he asked as he turned around to greet us with a smile.

"Sì, Signore," I smiled. "Oh, scusate; I meant to say 'yes sir'."

He laughed heartedly. "It is quite alright. You came to pick up the uniforms for you and your other friends, correct?"

"Sì," Antonio and I chorused.

Chairman Suoh led us to a room where they stored all the uniforms for purchase. The boy's uniform looked lovely, but the girl's…

Antonio snickered as I examined at the tacky, yellow monstrosity they called a dress with a look of sheer anguish.

"Is something wrong, Miss?" Chairman Suoh asked.

"I think my father will be upset with me if I wear something this… schifoso…," I said, sadly, hiding the word disgusting in Italian so not to upset the Chairman. "Oh, sorry –" I said softly when the Chairman looked at me in confusion. "I just forgot the word in English. Antonio, help me."

"She meant to say something along the lines of 'family'. Our father is a designer and he holds pride that we wear his work for uniform, especially Catarina," he said, glaring at me when the Chairman looked away. He hates having to bullshit on the spot since it usually sounds stupid.

"Yes, I completely understand!" Chairman Suoh exclaimed. "Children should always respect the parents' wishes first and foremost!"

"We appreciate your leniency, Signore. Will it be alright if my friends dress in similar uniform to me? They're American so this clothing is very strange to them, and I do not want them to feel uncomfortable," I smiled sweetly, hoping he'll fall for my bullshit excuse. What? Can you blame me? I don't want my friends wearing that disgusting dress!"

"Yes, as long as you keep it looking similar every day. I'll inform the teachers of this," he smiled. "Antonio, will you be doing this also?"

"No thank you, sir. I don't want to stand out, but I appreciate your offer," Antonio replied, bowing.

I bowed as well. "Thank you very much, Signore."

"Anytime, anytime," the Chairman said kindly. "Let me know if you ever need anything."

"Actually…," I began, softly.

"Yes, Catarina?"

"Is there a free music room for us to practice on a daily basis?"

"No, I'm afraid not. But the Host Club may be willing to share Music Room #3. Why don't you ask them?"

"Host-"

"-Club…?" Antonio and I said in unison.

Oh, boy. Things just got a hell of a lot stranger…

Thank you for reading the introduction to my new fanfic! I hope the use of few Italian words won't lead readers astray. The words are very basic, but if it is requested, I can put a glossary at the end of each chapter to translate some of the words or short phrases I use. For anyone wondering, the band's name is a reference to Vic Mignogna's album of the same name.

This fanfiction will be very involved with song lyrics, considering the use of the main character as a musician. Apart from the first few chapters, once the plot settles in, the lyrics of songs will be significant aspects to the story-line, so please don't consider it just fluffing to give my stories a higher word count. I believe that music expresses so much more emotion than just direct dialogue, and I hope to really let that show. I want the lyrics I choose to tell the story better than if I were to just explain it. Reviews would be greatly appreciated; I hope that everyone will enjoy this story. I will work hard to please the readers.