As I walked down the hall to the very pink school, I still could not believe that the school I would be attending for the next 3 years was pink. I have heard great things about this school through my father and mother. This school was this best in all of Europe, but why did it have to be pink. I was exploring the school. Checking out where my class would be and other things of that nature. School had technically ended for the day, and all that was going on was the after school club activities. I didn't see too many students in the hallways, but there was a great deal of them in the libraries this school had. Yes I said libraries, 4 to be exact. I wasn't a normal student either. I was not one of these upper class high society rich kids. I wasn't a poor kid that comes in on a normal scholarship. I was middle class and here on a music scholarship. I was what one would call a music prodigy. By the time I was 6 years old I had mastered 6 different instruments, and several more since then. I was 17 years old now, and by the Goddess did everyone expect so much from me. My whole family wanted to live off my success; all I wanted was to be an inspirational pop star. Performing songs that made people believe in themselves. Believe they could do things no one else thought possible. I wanted to give hope, my family wanted money. They were going to feel real funny when they got shit from me, but none of them knew my plan nor would they ever because if they did find out they would try ruining it. As I was thinking of all the different ways I could crush my money grubbing family I came across an abandoned music room. It made me curious as to why it would be abandoned. Maybe I could use it as a studio. I turned the handle in the door and was bombarded with rose petals, red, violet, dark blue, light blue, pink, white and orange. This confused me, and then I heard a chorus of voices saying welcome. More confusion, I wasn't expecting people, especially not boys, and attractive ones at that. The tall blonde came over to me holding a rose, white, out to me.

"Welcome princess. This is the Ouran host club. Which host would you like to serve you?"
Host club? Hmm this could be interesting. I wondered how much trouble I could get into by associating with a host club.

~Kyouya's POV~

The girl who entered the room was none other than the musical prodigy Anne Boleyn. I knew she was said to be beautiful, but I had no idea that the moment she set foot into the club room that my heart would skip a beat and cause my breath to catch in my throat. I have seen beautiful women, but not a single one compared to her. Her hair was black as night on top, with subtle hints of the rainbow peeking through from underneath, her eyes appeared as if they had captured the moon in them. I was enamored by her in that instance. I quickly tried to recover for my momentary lapse of control while Tamaki spoke with her. She looked quite intrigued by what Tamaki had said to her. Finally I was able to step forward and say something.

"Oh I know who you are; you are the new transfer student here on music scholarship. Am I correct?"
She smiled seeming happy that I knew who she was. "Yes I am Anne Boleyn." She crinkled her nose when she said Anne.

"Anne Tabbythah Boleyn; age 17; class 2-A; eyes the color of the moon, hair black, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple; very propionate body type; type classification a punk; knows how to play the piano; harp; cello; viola; violin; flute; piccolo; guitar; double bass; mandolin; harpsichord; bass; trumpet; drums; and currently working on crystal wine glasses, although I have no idea how on earth that classifies as an instrument. Hobbies include watching anime, 'chillin' with her friends, watching movies, playing said instruments, writing songs and stories, and reading..." she cuts me off before I could finish.

"WOW you know a lot about me, yet I don't even know your name."

"Yeah that's Kyouya..." Hikaru started.

"He knows a lot about everyone..." Kaoru said next.

"That goes to this school." And they finished together.

God they are so annoying, "Oh, I am sorry for that. I am Ootori Kyouya. It is a pleasure to meet you Miss Boleyn."

~Tabby's POV~

The tall blonde popped up and said very enthusiastically, "I am Suoh Tamaki, the princely type, and this is Hitachiin Hikaru and Kaoru, the little devil type," pointing to the twins, "This is Haninozuka Mitsukuni, the loli-shota type," pointing to the cute smaller blonde, "This is Morinozuka Takashi, the wild type," pointing to the tallest of the group, "and this is Fujioka Haruhi, the natural type."

"OK so what's Ootori-kun's type?"

"Oh he is the cool type."

"Oh that makes sense. So what do you boys do?"

"Well the Ouran Host club is where the schools handsomest boys with too much time on their hands, entertain young ladies who also have way too much time on their hands, just think of it as Ouran elegant playground for the super-rich and beautiful."

"WOW, ok someone takes this a little too serious. So, how does it work?"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN I JUST EXPLAINED THE CLUB TO YOU?"

"Yes, but your explanation leaves much to be desired." Saying this made him go all emotional and hide in a corner.

"Well to tell the truth all we really do is talk and serve tea to the ladies." Haruhi said walking towards Tamaki.

"Well some of us…" twin one

"Do more than…" twin two

"Just serve tea and talk." Both

"How about you come tomorrow and observe Miss Boleyn?" Kyouya said, without looking from his book.

"OMG! Enough with the Miss Boleyn crap please call me Tabby."

"If that is what you wish so be it." He started to write something in there.

"So what would I be observing exactly?" I winked at him. He blushed for a very brief second, and then recovered. I smirked, I liked making him blush. I would have to try harder make it last. Kyouya was actually very attractive even considering they were all handsome boys. I was more enticed by him than the others. There was something about his calm demeanor that I wanted to break, even if it was just the two of us. I would have the satisfaction in knowing that I was a success. Back in England I always had an issue with boys; I ended up falling for the wrong ones.

"You would be observing what we do here."

"I have to work on my music a little bit after school first but I am sure I can come by after."

"Of course, working on you scholarship is always priority over Tamaki and his eccentricness. We wouldn't want you to lose it because of him, Haruhi is in a similar situation. Although keeping grades up is a whole lot easier than keeping your grades up and working on unique compositions, like you have to."

I smiled at him; he wasn't that bad of a person. I turned and walked from the club room saying goodbye to the boys so that I could work on my music a bit before going home. I made my way to music room #2; it was full of musical instruments, unlike #3 which was full of sexy men. I walked in and gracefully touched all the ones I knew how to play. I have always liked getting acquainted with the instrument before using it. I did some warm up first, playing the same song on every one before I got to work on my own music. I had to make four of my own compositions every four weeks; I was worked harder than the other music students because of being a prodigy. The others only had to do two in four weeks, however it wasn't hard for me to write music. Something Kyouya didn't have in his little black book, was I sang and worked with Dj equipment as well. I have even had some of my mixes on the radio in England.

As I was working on Für Elise on the harp, the harp not being much different than the piano, it was easy for someone like me to convert it over. I had actually done it to almost all the instruments I played, it was hard work trying to do in on the drums, flute and piccolo, but somehow I had managed it. My mother didn't not really approve of my newest instrument, she didn't think it classified, but I didn't care, she also didn't like that I had an electric guitar but again I didn't care. I was going to make something of myself and she would get nothing. My newest song I was working on today was an inspirational one like I wanted. It was titled Carry On; as I played on the guitar I sang the words I wrote to go along with it:

Well I woke up to the sound of silence
And cries were cutting like knives in a fist fight
And I found you with a bottle of wine
Your head in the curtains
And heart like the Fourth of July

You swore and said,
"We are not,
We are not shining stars."
This I know,
I never said we are

Though I've never been through hell like that
I've closed enough windows to know you can never look back

If you're lost and alone
Or you're sinking like a stone.
Carry on.
May your past be the sound
Of your feet upon the ground.
Carry on.

Carry on, carry on

So I met up with some friends at the edge of the night
At a bar off 75.
And we talked and talked about how our parents will die,
All our neighbors' and wives.

But I like to think I can cheat it all
To make up for the times I've been cheated on.
And it's nice to know when I was left for dead
I was found and now I don't roam these streets,
I am not the ghost you are to me.

If you're lost and alone
Or you're sinking like a stone.
Carry on.
May your past be the sound
Of your feet upon the ground.
Carry on.

Whoa!
My head is on fire but my legs are fine.
After all they are mine.
Lay your clothes down on the floor,
Close the door, hold the phone,
Show me how no one's ever gonna stop us tonight.

'Cause here we are
We are shining stars
We are invincible
We are who we are
On our darkest day
When we're miles away
Sun will come
We will find our way home

If you're lost and alone
Or you're sinking like a stone.
Carry on.
May your past be the sound
Of your feet upon the ground.
Carry on.

Oooh.
Oooh.
Oooh.
Oooh.

(No one's ever gonna stop us tonight)
(No one's ever, no one's ever gonna stop, no one's ever gonna stop us tonight)
(No one's ever, no one's ever gonna stop, no one's ever gonna stop, no one's ever gonna stop us tonight)

Once I finished I sat the guitar back in its place. I have always tried my best to incorporate every instrument I know how to play into every song I write. This one was going to be a good song. The headmaster told me that after I had enough songs I would be performing for the school. When I told him how many I already had he told me that I would be doing a show after my first four weeks. Oh joy. I told my mother and father, but all they said was that's nice dear. I gathered my things and left the music room. We may have not been poor or rich but we were well off enough that my parents stayed in England, and bought me and apartment not far from the school that I would be staying in by myself. I took what I would need when first getting here, and they said they would send everything else to me. I had been here for two weeks before today, which was my tour of the school, I would be starting tomorrow. In that two weeks they sent me all of my clothes and my instruments, apparently that's all I needed. They had set up a bank account and would put money into it so that I could get food and other things of that nature. Looks like I need to go shopping. I got to the apartment and put my bag down and changed clothes, and turned and walked to the store.