Disclaimer: I, SuperNerdMDizzle, own nothing in this story. NOTHING. Well, except for the idea of this story in particular, but DEFINITELY not Ouran High School Host Club. Ouran rights go to the almighty Bisco Hatori. Thanks for reading...I don't own any of the other recognizable stuff mentioned in this chapter, either, so yeah. PLEASE DON'T LAWYER ME!

The members of the host club practiced for a month, with many scenes in which Tamaki went into his cow, spazzed out, and held his little mind theatre moments.

At last, the day of the play had come. Everyone was prepared for what came DURING the twins' play...but what about what came after it?

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The room that usually held the host club now had a stage set up in it, along with forty rows of fifteen chairs each. EVERY single chair was filled with the host club's various blushing, giggling clients. The lights dimmed and dramatic music began to be played from speakers located on every wall of the third music room. A fog machine started spewing out magenta-colored mist.

"Shhhhhhh!" whispered one of the girls in the front row. "I think the play's starting!"

No, where did she get THAT idea from? thought Haruhi a little more maliciously then she normally would. No one could blame her, though: she was stuck in a STUPID pink dress that made either the twins or Tamaki glomp her every other minute out of just how they stupidly thought it looked ADORABLE, her feet felt like they would fall off any second because her stupid shoes were just so TIGHT, and her butt was numb from sitting on a stupid platform throughout dress rehearsal. She went to her place on set, which was concealed by large red curtains. The twins were directing things from behind the scenes, Tamaki was standing atop a balcony in a dramatically lonely pose, the zebra (which was now named Yuzuru by a unanimous vote) was willingly by Mori's side, and Hunny was dressed up in a wizard's robe, complete with staff, pointy hat, and gray beard. Kyouya had apparently been convinced that he would somehow profit from being the narrator, and was currently standing in front of a podium at a tall platform above the stage.

The curtains came up and the audience sucked in their breath, intent on soaking up EVERY detail of the play their hosts were putting on.

Tamaki, in his balcony, was in the only lighted spot on the stage. He was smoothly (but rather dork-ily) transitioning from one lonely pose to another. He looked somewhere into a shoddily painted starry night background and proclaimed, "It has been so long since I have seen my love's face...not since our high school reunion six years ago! Oh, how I wish I could see thine kind and gentle face again, Princess Fumiko!" At this, the twins somehow made a computer project Haruhi's smiling face onto the background. Tamaki was taken by surprise and almost had a fantasy, but managed to go on, even if it was a bit shaky. "T-t-this man, P-prince Tsutomo, misses your long, elegant hair, your skin white as swan feathers, and your eyes of such a deep brown that no dead leaf could ever compare with them!"

The girls in the audience giggled at the "dead leaf" comment and settled down again. Trumpets(?!) were heard and Hunny came riding in on Yuzuru. A few of the girls let out tiny squeals of excitement.

"Prince Tsutomo-cha--" Hunny caught himself. "Prince Tsutomo! I, the great wizard Hayao, have come to grant you ONE WISH!"

"A wish, you say?!" exclaimed Prince Tsutomo. "Is there a catch?"

"Why, yes!" replied Hayao the wizard. He took on a more serious face and speaking voice. "Before I give you your wish...you must defeat me in a dance-off."

The "BUM-bum BUUUM" music that usually comes at moments like this was played by the Host Club's invisible band.

"DANCE-OFF?! But WHY, Hayao-sama, WHY?!"

"I have traveled long and far, through mountain and desert, through bad reality shows and night clubs, looking for someone who could defeat me in Dance Dance Revolution." The adorable wizard let out a sad sigh. "Alas, no one has yet, and so I promised myself that anyone who CAN defeat me will have a wish granted by ME, the all-powerful wizard of the Nascar Clan, Hayao! And then I heard about YOU! YOU, the "prince of many legs", as they call you! YOU, who has gone undefeated at the wondrous game of DDR for three years, eight months, two days, six hours, twelve minutes, and 5.2 seconds!!! YOU HAVE BEEN CHALLENGED!"

Author's note:...PLEASE!!!! READ...and...REVIEW! OR RATE, or SOMETHING!!!! I'm BEGGING YOU! Thanks. Also, some of the random stuff actually has a connection with other things...like how wizard Hayao is in the Nascar Clan--Hayao means "fast man" in Japanese, and Nascar has racing cars, y'know...? Feel free to look it up!