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3.

The door to the performance faculty burst open and in marched Hilda, dragging poor May by the wrist with her.

"Ah, Hilda," a voice came from behind a desk in the left of the faculty room. It was Lenora, one of the teachers sitting at her desk with a Farfetch'd perched next to her on a stand.

"I found a member!" Hilda said happily as she placed May in front of the woman. Lenora raised an eyebrow and scanned the girl up and down.

"You brought me Norman's daughter?"

"I brought you a drummer!"

"…So? Unless she's a babushka doll and has two more people in her then the pop music club isn't complete yet."

"…What?" Hilda blinked with the same smile on her face. Lenora rolled her eyes as the Farfetch'd next to her noticed a girl at the door. She had twin tails and a Chikorita on her shoulder.

"Didn't you listen to a word I said? You need three more members in order to stop the club from being disbanded. Two members won't cut it, child."

"Oh come on!" Hilda yelled, just as Snivy and Torchic entered the room with the girl's bags.

"May, you left your bag," Torchic said as he placed the hip bag at May's feet.

"Oh, thanks, Torchie," May said, allowing the small pokemon to ride on her shoulder.

"You too, doduo-brain," Snivy muttered as she threw the bag at Hilda, who caught it with sigh.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Thanks anyway, Snivy," Hilda picked up the pokemon and placed he on her shoulder.

Just then, Lenora caught sight of the girl at the doorway.

"Heartgold, nice of you to drop by, is it time already?" Lenora asked as the beckoned the skittish girl inside the faculty. The brunette with twintails nodded as she shuffled into the room.

"Well, my next class is about to start. Good luck with finding the members," Lenora dismissed the two girls as she picked up the papers on her desk.

"I need help handing out these papers for the class," Lenora told Lyra, who was busy looking at the two other brunettes opposite her.

"Hmm," Hilda thought as Snivy stared at the Chikorita on the girl's shoulder. She was rather quirky, and seem to have trouble focusing.

"…Um…Hello?" Lenora asked flatly, as the pigtailed girl snapped back to reality and grabbed the papers.

"Oh! Y-yes, sorry," she stammered, but then she sneezed, and sent the papers flying everywhere. Hilda and May flinched as Lyra cried out and immediately dropped to her knees in order to pick up the papers.

"Ah! I'm so sorry!" she cried out as the Chikorita shook its head.

"Oi Vey, Lyra," he muttered as Torchic hid behind May for no apparent reason.

"She has no rhythm," May thought as she picked up her bag. Lyra scooped up papers into her arms and was reaching for some that had gone under the table, but she smacked her head against the top as she tried to come out from under. Everyone flinched at this.

"She's a casualty waiting to happen," Hilda thought with a groan as her Snivy stifled laughter. The Chikorita snarled at Snivy as Lyra regained her footing with the papers, even though her knees were shaking and knocking together.

"You alright?" Asked Lenora, and the girl shakily nodded, before turning around and leaving the room slowly, still shaking.
"Oh, good Arceus," Hilda muttered as Lenora glared at her.

"Didn't I dismiss you two already?" she asked, then followed Lyra out of the room.

Hilda and May left the faculty and went to their next class.

(^.^)

"Um, what were those girls talking to you about?" Lyra asked as she walked with Lenora down the hallway. The woman sighed.

"They are trying to save a club from being disbanded. That Hilda's as brash as my husband before marriage," she said as Farfetch'd laughed on her shoulder.

"What's the club?" Lyra asked, curious. Chikorita was having trouble keeping up, so Lyra knelt down and allowed him to ride on her shoulder.

"It's the pop music club."

Lyra stopped walking for a second as the name hit her.

"Wow, a music club…" Lyra said to herself as Lenora rolled her eyes again.

"Yes, the school has a music club. They need more members by the end of the month or else the club gets disbanded. Can we please hurry along?"

"Um, yeah, sure," Lyra said, trotting behind Lenora.

"A music club…that could be cool to join," Lyra though to herself with a smile.

(^.^)

Classes had finished, and students were getting ready to return to the dorms or their homes. However, Hilda had sniffed out May and dragged her to the pop music club's room. The room was reasonably sized, with an elevated platform that served as a stage, a few tables and chairs, empty cabinets, a black board behind the stage and a bench where the girls had placed their bags and pokemon down on.

"What are we doing here?" May asked as Hilda shut the door behind them and walked around the room with a smile.
"We're going to gain members for our club," she explained as she opened the windows to allow the air to flow into the musty room. May timidly walked over to the stage and observed the blackboard.

"And, um, how do you plan to do that?" May asked, then yelped in surprise as Hilda smashed a chair down onto the stage and sat on it.

"We're going to wait!" she yelled triumphantly. May raised her eyebrows and twiddled her thumbs.

One Hour Later

May sighed and checked her pokenav for the time.

"It's getting late, and dinner will be served at the Twilight Dorms soon," she said to Hilda, who had not budged for a whole hour. Their pokemon had come out of their pokeballs and were walking around the room, observing their surroundings.

"Is your trainer always this brash?" Torchic asked Snivy as the grass pokemon got onto the table using vine whip as an elevator.

"Yeah, she's also as stubborn as a Tauros," Snivy sighed as it helped Torchic up.

"Patience, my youngling," Hilda said, still frozen in her chair. May shuffled slightly, then finally spoke up.

"I-I'm going to head back to the dorms," She said, walking over to clip her bag around her waist.

"Come on, Torchie," she said to Torchic, who was getting summing up the courage to jump off the table.

Just then, the door opened, and in stepped a girl.

She was extremely beautiful, with long dark blue hair and vibrant blue eyes. Her uniform was prim and proper, with not a single crease to be seen. Her accessorizes were two yellow clips in her hair, a poketech on her left wrist and a white fleece beanie that rested on top of her head. Behind her stood a Piplup, who was wearing a white bow-tie with black polka-dots on it.

"Excuse me," she said as she poked her head through the door.

"I would like to join this club, please."

Hilda screamed in delight and ran towards the girl. She gave her a twirling bear hug as May rushed forward and tried to get her off the girl.

"YES! OH YES! Thank you! Thank you, random chick!" Hilda cried with joy as the girl in her grip began to suffocate.

"Hey, let go of her!" the Piplup yelled angrily, pecking Hilda's feet. However, the strong brunette didn't seem to care. She let go and beamed at the girl, who took a minute to get her breath back.

"U-Um…Th-this is the textiles club, right?" she wheezed, and Hilda's face fell.

"What? Textile club? This is the pop music club," she said as Snivy managed to shove the Piplup away.

"Oi, piss off, skuntits!" she snapped as the water pokemon got back up and began to growl at her.

"No one hurts my trainer!" it snapped back, just as the bluenette picked up her pokemon and held it in her arms.

"Oh, then I have the wrong club room, I'm sorry, good day," she said, before turning on her heel. However, Hilda grabbed her shoulder and whirled her around, staring into her blue optics.

"The textile club is crap, please join the pop music club!" she said as she held the girl's hand in a vice like grip.

"B-B-But," the girl stuttered as Hilda drew closer, her eyes twitching. Snivy pulled her trainer back with vine whip and groaned.

"She's not interested in joining, dumbass. Leave her alone!" Snivy snapped as May packed up her things and headed towards the door with Torchic on her shoulder.

"Um, it's dinner time," May said as she got ready to turn the handle, but then-

"MAY!"

The bandanna-clad girl stopped and turned to look at Hilda, who was starting to cry.

"How could you break your promise?"

"Promise?" May blinked, obviously puzzled. Hilda sniffled as Snivy rolled her eyes.

"Oh dear Arceus," she muttered as Hilda began to speak with a weak voice.

"Don't you remember? The promise we made? How I'd be the bassist and you'd be the drummer? Was that all fake? Didn't that mean anything to you?"

"Hilda…" May whispered as the tall brunette started sobbing. The third girl just watched on with sadness and sympathy on her face.

"You even said we'd split the profit 80-20!"

"W-What? No I didn't!" May stammered with a frown as Hilda cursed under her breath.

"DON'T BE SO GREEDY, YA MUK-HEAD!" Snivy snapped as she whacked Hilda on the head with a vine.

Just then, the girl watching them started to laugh. Her laugh was rather melodic, causing May and Hilda to stop their shenanigans and listen to the bluenette.

"You lot seem rather funny for commoners," she said once she calmed down and wiped her eyes free of tears.

"Commoners?" May asked to herself as Hilda scowled. Torchic looked frightened.

"I never thought the lower class could be so entertaining," the girl continued, with both girls listening intently.

Then, finally, she said the magic words.

"The only instrument I play is the piano, but if you will have me, then I would like to join this club."

Hilda gasped in excitement, and ran forward to clasp the girl in a bear hug.

"MUK YEAH! Thank you sooo much! You are a gift from Arceus!" she squealed with joy as May smiled slightly.

"If she's not pushing up daisies by the time you let her go," Snivy muttered as she smiled at the Piplup who had squirmed its way out of the hug.

Finally, Hilda released the girl and beamed at her.

"So, what's ya name, blue?" she asked, stuffing her hands in her pockets as the pianist fixed up her uniform.

"Oh? My name is Dawn. Dawn Platinum," she said with a slight bow.

"This is my pokemon, Piplup," she said, as the little pokemon next to her also bowed low, in an attempt to introduce itself."

"I'm Hilda White, the bassist," the tall brunette said as she picked up her pokemon.

"And this little brat is my Snivy," she said as May moved forward.

"Oh yeah, and this is May Sapphire, the drummer, and her Torchic," Hilda said with a gesture towards the red bandanna-clad girl, who smiled and nodded.

"So, we have a drummer, bassist and pianist," Hilda thought, then snapped her fingers.

"All we need is a guitarist!"