The night for the musical was a day away. Kei couldn't believe how fast two months could fly by her without much noticing. There were moments where Kei thought she was utterly boned, but everything pulled through in the end.

Kinoko and Shiro were able to make an exquisite set. With each different scene they crafted, Kei could have sworn she was actually in Bomont. The music that Piper and Aika had worked out made for awesome instrumental tracks that sounded like they were ripped right out of the movie. Hikaru and Kaoru definitely proved how well they could make a costume, because every costume was sewn together perfectly. Kei knew she'd have to thank them later. They all outdid themselves.

While it was time for the others to get back to their normal lives, there was still one person that would be helping Kei for the four days Footloose would be running. She was impressed with how much effect the play received by Nekozawa controlling the lighting. Kei would tell him what she recommended for each scene everyday, ultimately getting turned down by Nekozawa's superior technical ideas.

"Umehito, I think you missed your calling," Kei said from behind him, "I'm sure your magic is great, but you totally own the lights!"

"Well, Kei, I absolutely despise being in the light. It burns me. When I control the lights, I control the enemy," Nekozawa pointed out, laughing darkly. Kei giggled.

"I see how therapeutic that could be. Either way, I'm very grateful that you've been helping!"

"Oh, but it's my pleasure!" Nekozawa gleefully stated.

"Just continue doing a good job, and things will be golden the next few nights!" Kei exclaimed.

"Just so long as you do the same. Don't choke~" Nekozawa playfully taunted.

"I never choke! Anyway, we need to go through a dress rehearsal in about ten minutes," Kei informed walking away.

"Very well then!" Nekozawa accepted. Kei sighed happily as she walked into the costume room. She was definitely enjoying Nekozawa's company. The more they talked, the more she wanted to know about him. Most people mocked Nekozawa for being dark and weird. Kei didn't see anything wrong with it. Those were parts of him that made him fun and interesting to be around. Not only that, but it was better than being as bland as a bag of potatoes.

Kei was glad she was getting to know Nekozawa. She only wished she could be as open about herself as he was. She was always pretending to be someone she wasn't. When she was younger, she felt awkward as a boy. It took her years to feel like she fit in. It wasn't until puberty that her parents finally stopped trying to hide her real gender from her.

Now that I know I'm a girl, it should be that much easier to just be one. Now, I'm stuck in the same position as I was as a child. I'm so used to being a boy, the idea of being a girl is just foreign. I don't even know my gender anymore, Kei thought. The only place she could even be a girl without judgement was on the stage. She grabbed her costume and began changing in her dressing room. She started taking her clothes off.

"You'd think I'd be used to the soreness by now," Kei noted, adjusting her chest binding, "It's like some fat guy is constantly hugging my chest as tightly as possible. It makes me wish I would have been cast as Ariel rather than Ren. At least if I'm a female, I can let my boobs out and just pretend I'm stuffing."

Kei quickly changed into her first costume. It was time to cut loose one final time before the real play.

Nekozawa sat in the control room for the lights. He kept his eyes glued on the stage, save for the occasional lighting change. It was an easy job, but he would be happy once the play was over. He was getting tired of seeing the same show over and over again. Repetition was only good for casting spells.

However, there was something different about the musical with an audience present. Everyone seemed more lively to him, especially Kei.

"It's the audience transforms him from a picture into a movie. He never fails to surprise me," Nekozawa mumbled.

Kei was absolutely radiant. She moved around gracefully as she danced, her singing was clear as a bell, and her acting provided the suspension of disbelief that every show needed. Nekozawa smiled.

"I think he might be the prettiest boy I've ever seen. Strange..." he muttered. As nice as Kei was, Nekozawa knew there was something up. He would have to find out what the deal was. He didn't normally meet boys that were as soft, pretty, and flamboyant as Kei...except for Tamaki Suoh, but Nekozawa passed that off on his French heritage.

Nekozawa had just the plan to figure out of Kei was hiding something. It was the last night of the show. Not only did he have an enchanted bouquet of roses that would answer his question, but he would treat Kei to a night congratulatory night. Kei would have to trip up some time. That would be the golden moment Nekozawa needed to see what the truth was about the mysterious actor.

Nekozawa met Kei after the musical was over and she changed out of her costume. Before she could say anything, he took the bouquet out from behind her back. Kei looked a bit surprised, but took the flowers.

"These are beautiful! I'm sure they'll last a few days in my trophy case," Kei said. Nekozawa stared at the flowers. They were charmed with the power to feed off of a person who was hiding something. He noticed the flowers open up a bit more once she held them. Mission accomplished. It was time to initiate phase two.

"You put flowers in your trophy case?" Nekozawa asked. Kei nodded.

"My parents consider them like trophies. Since flowers don't last long, they think it's a good idea," she explained. Nekozawa chuckled. He took a flower out of the stalk and put it in her hair. Kei looked up at him with wide eyes.

"What did you just do?" she asked.

"I thought a flower in your hair would give you some character!" Nekozawa answered.

"You do know I'm a boy, right?" Kei lied.

"So? Flowers still look nice on you," Nekozawa cheerfully said. Kei wasn't going to argue. She just smiled. She did like flowers in her hair.

"Change of subject. What's up?"

"We're going to enjoy a night to ourselves. We can get to know each other better that way! I think it'd be fun!" Nekozawa proposed.

"Okay! That sounds great!" Kei accepted.

Nekozawa had brought Kei over to his place. He couldn't think of a better place to take her, as it would look like a date if they went any other place. Nekozawa led her up to his room, as it was the darkest room in the house.

"You don't mind the dark, do you?" he asked. Kei shook her head.

"I can handle it. It's not scary or anything. I just have to let my eyes adjust so I can see," she explained. Nekozawa smiled ominously.

"Good," he answered, opening his door. He ushered her in before closing it behind them. Kei found a decent spot to sit down. She looked over at Nekozawa. He was slowly taking off his cloak and dark wig. Kei was surprised. She had never seen Nekozawa without his various black goodies on. He turned to look at her with a gentle smile.

Kei could feel her heartbeat accelerate. She had no idea that the handsome man she was staring at was hiding underneath the protective layers of his cloak and wig. Her heart was definitely on full flutter now. She was becoming a bit more nervous with each passing second. Nekozawa walked over and sat across from her. Kei swallowed.

"Um...Umehito? Forgive me if this is a dumb question...but...are you a prince?" Kei blurted. She blushed, covering her mouth slightly. Nekozawa mentally patted himself on the back. He was able to figure out that Kei was falling for his looks. Could this mean he's gay? Nekozawa questioned. He cleared his throat.

"What would you do if I said yes?" Nekozawa asked. He figured he'd play with her head a bit before giving her the actual answer. Kei started twiddling her thumbs.

"Well, it's just that you look...um...princely with that blonde hair...and those blue eyes..." Kei mumbled. Nekozawa was definitely figuring more out. Either he's a girl, or he's attracted to men. Either way, they're both things to hide.

"Well, I won't deny that I'm princely. However, I think I'll just let your mind wander on that," Nekozawa finally answered. Kei couldn't help but blush more. She never realized that he had such an odd playful side. It was rather...cute. That added with the fact that he was probably the most handsome man she'd ever seen...Kei discovered something.

I'm in love with him!

Kei quickly stood up. Nekozawa looked at her curiously. Kei would have liked to have stayed, but thoughts kept crossing her mind at a dizzying pace. Not only that, but she wasn't sure if she could hold herself back from doing some crazy thing out of love.

"I just remembered that my parents want me home soon!" Kei lied. She just needed to leave. Nekozawa looked slightly dejected, but he smiled anyway.

"Alright, Kei. Would you like me to see you to your house?"

"No, it's fine," Kei mumbled.

"How about I send you home in a limo? It could be dangerous," Nekozawa offered. Kei turned to him and smiled sheepishly.

"You really don't need to do that! I appreciate the sentiment, but believe me. It's fine. I'll talk to you Monday," Kei said, leaving. She quickly ran from his room.

Kei was finding it hard to breathe. Discovering her feeling for Nekozawa doubled with her exhaustion from the musical, and the slight suffocation from her bound chest, she felt like she could pass out. Things could quickly get awkward, now. Kei hoped they wouldn't get awkward.

That was the last thing she wanted.