Glad you guys liked the trailer, now here starts the real thing! By the way, Jaymie and Aisha are nottwins. Jaymie is nineteen and Aisha is seventeen. Thought I had to say that just in case. And if you haven't noticed: Jaymie may be the male of the siblings, but he's much more girly-er than Aisha. That shall be proved in this chapter if it wasn't proven yet. LOL.

Hope you enjoy~

Disclaimer: I don't own Harvest Moon, I only own my OCs and ideas. I also do not own "Clap Your Hands" by Paul Carrey. That was only a piece I premiered with my choir in America for its debut, which was an amazing experience. ( You can find it on YouTube if you'd like to see us perform. You can find it just by typing "Claps Your Hands LNMS". It should be the first video. ) :)

Chapter One: Welcome to Hell!

"A whole note is held for four beats, guys! Not three and a half! Focus!" Aisha scolded her orchestra, her gloved hands on her hips as she narrowed her golden eyes into a glare down at everyone from her podium.

"Sorry, Miss Rowan!"

Jaymie walked by his sister's band / choir room in the "D" section and chuckled as he led three female models to his private runway in the "C" section of their mansion. "Okay, ladies, I want one of you to model my line for Debby Ryan, one of you to do Angela Jolie, and another for Taylor Swift. Make sure the outfits match you, and not what you like. I don't need you idiots as my models."

"Yes, Mister Rowan."

Aisha stepped out the room and into the hallway, her eyes landing on her brother immediately. "Make sure your music for your runway does not mess with mine, brother."

"Yeah, yeah, Aisha~ I'll make sure it doesn't!" Jaymie waved a hand at his sister, his tone sarcastic as he opened the door to the "C" section of their mansion.

Aisha scowled and walked off back to the band / choir room, "Alright, take out your music for 'Claps Your Hands' and let's review the last page."

"Yes, Miss Aisha." The large group then started to shuffle around quickly to get ready.

Aisha and Jaymie's father chuckled as he passed by, "I wonder how she'll last without them. . ."

At the private runway. . .

"Work it girls! Strut it out! Awww, yeah!" Jaymie clapped his hands as he laughed and cheered his models on. "After this I'd like to see one of you model the wedding dress I made for a friend of mine. Don't mess it up or you're fired!"

"Yes, Mister Jaymie!" the girls smiled and posed when they got to the end of the runway.

"Très magnifique!" Jaymie blew a kiss at them and winked, giggling in the process.

Aisha and Jaymie's mother twirled a strand of her hair as she walked by her son's runway room, "I wonder how I'll last without someone to design clothing for me. . ." she sighed.

Later. . .

"Aisha! Jaymie! Breakfast~" their parents shouted through the intercom, "It's your favorite!"

And within minutes the two siblings were in their luxurious dining room. Aisha with a smirk across her lips and Jaymie with a grin and his eyes filled with joy.

"Yay! French toast, buttery scrambled eggs, chocolate chip pancakes, crepes drizzled in chocolate sauce, bacon and sausage, and iced tea~!" Jaymie squealed, "All prepared by the finest chefs! Merveilleuse! Wonderful!"

Aisha watched as her brother sat down, her smirk still on her lips. "Simply divine. Thank you, Mother and Father." She tilted her head down slightly in thanks.

"You're welcome, kids!" they laughed, "Enjoy!"

Jaymie pouted slightly and winked at his mom, "Mommy, you know I'm watching my figure yet you still torture me so! You're such a doll~"

"Aw, I just love you so much! Plus, your fast as hell metabolism makes it easy for you to stay lean and fit. All females wish they had your luck. Now eat up~!" his mother squealed and waved a hand at her son.

"Thank you, Mom and Dad!" Jaymie grinned from ear to ear.

And with that, the two siblings started to eat. After awhile of devouring down food, their father spoke up. "So, children, take at guess at where you'll be heading this summer."

Jaymie put a finger to his lips and leaned back slightly in his chair, "Mm~ Is it France? I'm just dying to go back home. I totally need to catch up on my French couture!" he smirked and tipped his fedora down.

"Nope!" their mother laughed.

"Oh yes, France would be a dull choice. China is much more suitable. Is that where we will be going? Are there any matters to attend while we're there? Because if we're free I'd love to research their amazing culture and music. That'd be delightful!" Aisha clasped her hands together and placed them on her lap.

"Nu-uh~"

"Rome?" Jaymie blinked.

"Wrong!"

"Japan?" Aisha guessed.

"No!"

"Hawaii!" Jaymie gasped.

"No~"

"Britain?" Aisha looked confused.

"Wrong again~!"

"Mother, where are we going? !"

"You're going to a farm on Castanet!" their mother beamed at them, giving them a thumbs up.

Cue a nice spit take from Jaymie and Aisha since they were drinking their juice at that moment.

"And with no servants at all! All work will be done by you!"

And here comes the fainting.

"Aw, look, honey! They're so excited they fainted!"

"Dear, I don't think that's the reason. . ." their father sweatdropped.

+ Later that same day. Time : Afternoon +

Jaymie was clinging onto his mother's leg as Aisha fanned herself while the servants loaded a limo with their luggage, furniture, and such but not much. "Mommy! Please, don't make me g—" Jaymie let go and looked around quickly, a frown on his lips. "Wait! Am I being punked? ! So not cool, guys!"

"You're not being punked."

". . . MOMMY DON'T MAKE ME GOOOO~" Jaymie screamed as a servant shoved him and Aisha into the limousine.

"Have fun kids!" their parents waved them off as the limo started to drive away.

Jaymie stuck his head out of the window, "IS THIS, LIKE, PUNISHMENT FOR SOMETHING? ! WHAT DID WE DO WRONG? WHATEVER WE DID, I'M SORRY. I'M SORRY. TAKE ME BACK~"

"Give up, Jaymie. We have to leave." Aisha grumbled, fanning herself more so furiously.

Jaymie pulled himself back in and hung his head in despair. "My life is so over. What if tabloids get news of this? I'll never get to meet Angela Jolie! Oh, but maybe the tabloids can help us escape. . . yeahhh. . ."

"Jaymie, we're going to an old, crummy island, not a resort where paparazzi follow you like deranged stalkers. Give it up and maybe we'll awaken from this nightmare!" Aisha shouted, clearly at her wit's end.

"Why does a boy with heavenly good looks like mine deserve such a fate? What did I do wrong? I'm so fabulous, there's nothing wrong with me!" Jaymie sobbed as Aisha tried her best to pinch herself awake from 'the nightmare'.

= At Castanet =

"Ew, a horse cart? ! Where's the limo? I am not getting in that! It's absolutely filthy! Commoner rides, augh! Do you know who we are? !" Jaymie scolded the man taking them to Castanet.

"Yeah, two brats who need to realize they're not all that." The man crossed his arms, glaring at the two.

Aisha took her fan and slapped the man across the face with it, "How dare you!"

"Goddess bless the parents who had you. . ." the man grumbled as he dropped all their luggage and such off and quickly left.

Aisha scrunched her nose up in disgust when she saw the home they would live in. "A barn?"

"No, Aisha. That's our home." Jaymie covered his face with one hand as the other pointed at a slightly larger building.

"Yeah, that's a barn!"

"No, that's apparently a home, our home. The barn is for the animals and yeah. That's what that stupid guy said on the way here, that is." Jaymie rubbed the back of his neck as he sighed.

"Ew. I am not living in that thing! That's smaller than my bedroom!" Aisha complained, stomping a heel into the ground as she screamed.

"Welcome to Castanet!" Mayor Hamilton threw his arms into the air as he toddled over to the siblings.

The siblings groaned, "You mean; 'Welcome to Hell'. . ."

And thus ends chapter one! And if you were wondering— yes, Jaymie is comedic relief. I love him so much. :'3

Hope you liked it! Reviews are wonderful~

- AG