Okay, I got a little bored and was hit with some inspiration for after half an hour, this was the result. It was going to be longer originally, but then I felt like it was too much so I moved some content to chapter 3. I hope people like it! Oh, but before you start reading here's a little background info so you don't get confused:

1. the song that the little girl sings in the begginning of the chapter is actually in Hindi, but I translated it for all you lovely people.

2. In case you're interested, here are the original lyrics:

Mhare Hiwda Mein Nache Mor, Tak Thaiya Thaiya, Bhavre Ne Machaya Shor, Khili Dil Ki Kaliyan, Badla Mausam, Badle Nazare, Ya Badla Hai Nazariya, Mhare Hiwda Mein Nache Mor, Tak Thaiya Thaiya...3. I would probably stay away from looking this up on youtube. The video that goes with it is amazingly terrible.

A little ebony haired girl ran singing through the tall, green grasses swaying gently under the open blue sky:

In my soul, the peacocks dance to the beat: Tak Thaiya Thaiya

"Wait for me sweetheart!" an out of breath voice called after her. The girl's laugh mingled with the sounds of running water and the sounds of spades against the earth. She threw a mischievous look over her shoulder, her hazel eyes twinkling with delight as she continued to trill her song in Hindi:

The bees buzzed, the blossoms of my heart bloomed

Some working farmers stopped hitting their spades into the earth to peer up and watch the pair, smiling gently and saying, "There goes the master and his daughter." "She's growing up to be quite beautiful isn't she?" and "Too bad they're only here for the summer."

Did the season change? Did the scene change? Or was it my point of view that changed?

The girl stopped to pluck a vivid orange flower from the earth and place it in her hair. Just as the man running behind her caught up. He turned her to face him, and picked her up, tossing her laughing form into the sky before catching her and setting her down on his shoulders. "Your chariot my princess."

She giggled, "Daddy!" The man started to walk forewords, "Tell me princess what was that song you were singing? It wasn't one of mine..."

She leaned foreword and rested her cheek against the top of his head. "That nice sick lady from Japan taught it to me. Mrs...Mrs Oto...something. She said it was her favorite song when she was a kid. She said it reminds her of her youngest son because she used to sing it to him every night before she got sick." She paused for a minute and continued to hum the song to herself, then "Daddy?"

"Yes darling?"

"Do you think she'll get better?"

The man took one of the little girl's hands that was hanging close to his neck and kissed it, "I hope so sweetheart. I hope so." He gently lifted her off his shoulders and set her down on the ground before getting down on one knee to be eye level with her, "But even if she doesn't, there's one thing I want you to remember, sometimes people we love die but instead of feeling sad we should be happy because they're never really gone. People are kept alive when we think of them, when we tell their stories to other people, when we share their songs with the world.

Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"

The girl looked thoughtful for a second, "If that lady dies... her son would be sad..." then her eyes lit up, "I know! I'll got to Japan and marry that boy and sing him that song everyday so he won't be lonely!"

The air of seriousness was broken as the man began to laugh. "Really, is that what you plan on doing little lady?"

"Yup." She flashed him a big grin and ran off again, a little pixie under the Indian sun.

In my soul the peacocks dance to the beat: Tak Thaiya Thaiya

*End flashback*

Shona sighed and leaned against the cool white marble of the school building, letting the evening air caress and kiss her face. She was sitting on a bench that jutted out from the wall of one of the many spacious balconies surround the school, cigarette in hand, lost in past memories.

"I was so young. I didn't understand what you were trying to say then, but now I do and it's too late. Daddy I miss you."

Another memory flashed into being. This time she was lying on her stomach on the floor of her bed room in Barcelona, coloring giant music notes into all her notebooks.

"Shonali! Sweetheart, where are you?" a voice in the hallway called.

"I'm in here!"

A man with black hair that was showing signs of greying, wearing jeans and a t-shirt came in. "There's my shona!" he plucked her off the floor and hugged her. "Daddy missed you thiiiiiissss much."

"Shona?"

He smiled and let her go. "Yes, it means sweet in Bengali. You're my shona little girl."

She giggled and she hugged him back this time, "Daddy, you're so silly."

*end flash back*

Shonali felt her eyes begin to water. Probably a combination of sadness and the cigarette smoke wafting in her face. She looked at it in disgust. Truly she didn't like smoking and she wished she could stop, but lately she'd been feeling so frustrated with "acting like a proper lady" as her mother so aptly put it that she wanted to find some way, any small way to rebel and fight back against the chains her mother held wrapped around her throat. Often she found herself thinking, "if dad was still alive things would be different."

She chanced a glance at her watch. "I need to be on the stage in an hour, but a few more minutes won't hurt." Joining the Performing Arts club had been another way to fight back against her mother, but with mixed results. On one hand she had met Rachel and everyone else. They had become like a family to her and everyone, especially Rachel had helped fill the void left by her father. Besides that, she enjoyed singing and dancing, but then on the other hand was her mother's constant disapproval. She knew her mother wouldn't dare stop her from joining the Club, her dad had been a famous songwriter and musical producer after all, but she still thought that it was "improper" for a girl to do the same thing. Especially in American society, where songs could be about "shocking" topics like kissing, love or god forbid, sex. So, Shonali was allowed to sway in the background, dance if she absolutely must, but never show her full potential. So, the frustration inside her mounted, finding release in violent, passionate bursts. There were positive times, when she funneled her feelings into the mountain of songs lying unsung on her desk and there were negative times like last month during Jackson's birthday party when she got drunk, made out with Chase Winters and then proceeded to have sex with him in the backseat of his Porsche.

She sighed and looked up at the sky, "Ugh, why me?" Suddenly a cool, masculine voice spoke from a few feet away, "Talking to the sky, first sign of insanity."

WELL? What did you think? Let me know in a review!

- KMN

PS. I know its a lot to ask but if you could, do you think you could (in the reviews) leave some songs that you think represent Kyoya, Tamaki, The Twins and Haruhi. I need IDEAS! :)