The group of teenagers exited the plane, stepping into the crisp morning air of the Japanese airport. It threatened to rain, thunder clouds booming in the background. Carryon luggage weighed down their march to the limo that was sent from Ouran academy to escort them to the academy. This single group of musically inclined teenagers had beaten out every other group in the running for this in their own home country of America. They had fought long and hard, and they still weren't done. But they had made it this far, and they were sure they could make it farther. Climbing into the limo, the 7 adolescents began to pump each other up. The drummer beat out a powerful bass rhythm on his thighs, the 6 others softly banging their heads, keeping time with the drummer.
"We've made it this far…" a soft alto voice said, with a hypnotic tone in it. The rest of the band listened with their eyes closed, breathing evenly, steady and deep. "Are we going to let anyone stop us?" She asked the rest of them quietly while Seth beat harder. They murmured no. "Are we going to let anyone come between us?" She asked, louder now, more demanding. "No" they said, louder. "Will we give them the top?" She asked them, harsher. "No!" They said, more forcefully. "Are we going to fight for this?" She called. "Yes!" They called back. By this time, the limo was pulling up to an extravagant school. "Are we going to win!" "YES!" and with that, the doors of the limo opened and they stepped out into the courtyard.
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