A/N: You can chuck coconuts at me here too… this is the chapter defined as, 'the calm before the storm'. Um… well I have nothing to write since I fell sick… ;_;
Disclaimer: I own nothing other than the crazy, over-the-top weirdness in this fic!
Summary: AU-ish. Tyson's high school is participating in this year's drama production event, Cinderella. Aha, but there's a twist; gender roles will be swapped! All hell ensues courtesy of the drama club! Most G-Rev characters! Who will be Cinderella? Who will be the Prince? And where is Hiro's coffee mug? Most of the G-Rev characters will be here! Extremely, extreme randomness, craziness and weird things. Thou have been warned. Those who R&R gets free chocolate chip cookies!
Chapter 6: The Calm before the Turquoise Storm
The time has time; the time was now to find Prince Charming! The doors of the hall snapped open. Storming in were Hiro and Romeo followed by those who were auditioning today to determine their fate in the play. The sounds of footsteps echoed through the hall; the ominous air tightened throats as others waited in anticipation. Everybody wanted to know who was going to land the role of Prince Charming. Students sat in the seats facing the empty stage, focusing at the lone spotlight. This was serious (well, as serious as this could get). Cinderella was banned from the hall; they wanted this to be a secret. They even took precautions of hiring the Russian mob (minus Bryan and Tala) to guard the entrance. Yep, it was that serious! Oh yes, it was going to be a battle to find the prince so let's get started shall we?
With the crowd settling down, the hall fell silent until it was broken by footsteps walking onto the stage. Each girl was given five minutes each to recite the line: Would you like dance to with me? It sounded simple enough but Romeo wanted to see some passion in those lines!
Each girl that went on stage was either really good or really… off with her lines.
"Thank you dear, next!"
Romeo turned to Hiro with a frown; some of the girls were good candidates but lacked a certain 'element'. It was sad to think the auditions started off horribly! Ugh, why couldn't it be easy when they found Cinderella? Of course, Romeo had a specific candidate in mind but it's up to her if she wanted to co-operate… or not. She maybe their last hope.
Hiro flipped through the list of candidates as his eyes fell on a certain name. Lifting up his shades, he made sure he didn't just read that right.
Huh, when did she sign up?
He was answered with soft beats echoing in the hall. The stage exploded into a multitude of colors. Smoke machines turned on and the stage parted. A shadowy figure emerged with a microphone in hand. Hiro and Romeo stared at each other; this was unexpected. Romeo's eyes were probably as large as dinner plates. This… wasn't good.
Tyson stood in the drama room; in front of him was a large, plastic pool filled with fast, revolving beyblades. Who was insane enough to put in twenty, twenty deadly beyblades in there? Above was a plank for him to walk in stilettos. To demonstrate the blades' ferocity, Emily dropped a piece of paper and just like that, it was shredded. Heck, even the shredded paper of the shredded paper was no more! Not convinced? She dumped in five oranges. There was nothing left. Convinced? Tyson gulped. It didn't help when he had to rehearse in this (cursed) dress.
Looking at Julia he asked, "Can't you teach me how to walk in these things?" Tyson pointed to the black stilettos of doom.
The Spaniard shook her head, flipping the page in a magazine avoiding eye contact, "You're going to learn how to walk in them even if it kills you."
"But I don't know how to walk in them yet!" Tyson protested waving his arms in the air. His words fell on deaf ears.
Shrugging she replied, "Tyson, say another word and you'll be walking on a plank two inches wide."
He immediately shut up. Removing his shoes he contemplated his doom. He foresaw injuries. The idea of walking in these cursed shoes along a plank was something he wasn't looking forward to but then again, what choice did he have? Higher and thinner stilettos? Yeah, no. Well, real men could do anything! Slipping into the shoes, he felt his toes compressed at the tip, squished into the small space. Biting his lower lip, he walked up the steps lifting up the dress to see the plank. The plank was actually three meters across and it wasn't even sturdy! Whose dumb ass idea was this? Taking his first shaky steps, all eyes laid on him. Nerves were turning into jelly… and so were his legs! Swallowing hard, he heard the sound of the blades grinding against each other causing sparks to fly.
Okay Tyson, you can do this. You said it yourself: you are awesome. Awesomeness can overcome anything!
His first step was… AN EPIC SUCCESS! He was glad nobody replaced the damned shoes with three inch stilettos then… he'd have to go and break both his legs. Yes, it was that bad (and even the author would do it too to escape the 'Shoes of Hell'). With both arms spread apart for balance, he inched across the plank step by step. Suddenly at the corner of his eye, he saw the door open; Kenny walked in with his laptop b-lining to Emily. This was a bad; every time Kenny appeared around Emily both discussed the script tweaking, polishing and adding new evils for the cast. He noticed the short teen laughed with Emily furiously typing on his laptop before slamming his finger on 'Enter'. This so wasn't good. Tyson watched with suspicion what those two were doing…
"OI, TYSON! WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!" Tyson froze; below him was a large gaping hole burnt into the wood. One misstep meant… gulp.
Stepping over the great hole of death (the hole wasn't that big; two inches by two inches); he managed his way to the center of the plank in one piece. So far, so good. He couldn't help but to glance over his shoulder to see what Kenny and Emily planning. He watched Emily giggle, scribbling something down before slamming the keyboard with her fingers. Oh god, did that mean a brilliant idea dawned on her? And just like that, both of them stared at Tyson. Feeling jitters run down his spine, he swallowed hard. It didn't help when Hilary joined the two giving them ideas! Argh! Eyeing them he completely forgot he was on the plank. The plank tipped dangerously to the left and Tyson with it. The teen tried leaning to hear what the three were talking about until…
'SNAP!'
"What's that sound?"
Strings of profanities sprung out of the teens' mouth followed by other interesting phrases: ARGH! THAT HURTS! WHY IN THE WORLD WOULD YOU DO—AHHHHH! OH NO, NO, NO DON'T GRIND THERE! WHY ARE BEYBLADES SO SHARP IN THE FIRST PLACE? Everybody in the drama room watched Tyson's dress ripped into shreds as fabric exploded into the air followed by a pair of damaged stilettos (with heels ripped clean off) and last but not least, Cinderella trying to crawl out of the pool in one piece only to fall back. Only evidence of her arms was seen flinging in mid air. Matilda wasn't going to take this very well when she finds out her dress was ruined…
Sudden heavy footsteps echoed from the hallway. With the door slamming open, Raul huffed, trying to catch his breath. Everybody turned to the red-headed boy stopping whatever they did.
"J-Julia…" he said. "You gotta come to the hall right away! It's an emergency!"
Placing down the magazine she asked nonchalantly, "Why?"
Raul bent over inhaling a large gulp of air and said, "It's better if you see it yourself! Please come!"
"It's that bad?" Julia jumped down from the window sill approaching her brother. Clapping him on his shoulders she asked, "Codename?"
"Codename: Musical Turquoise."
Silence. Hilary slammed both hands on the table making her way to the door, shoving students aside.
"Codename… musical turquoise…" she mumbled. "Julia, we have to go ASAP! Let's go!"
Hilary stormed out of the room. Julia sighed; she feared something like this was going to happen. At this time ever year, there always was an emergency. Well, this year she won't have it happen again! Last year she screwed up the play by literally stealing the show and sponsorships! Well, honey it wasn't going to happen this year! Being the leader of the drama club, she was going to fight! Julia and the girls made a vow this year's Cinderella was going to go out without a hitch! Dismissing everybody from the drama room, Julia instructed all to go the hall preparing for battle. Slamming the door shut the drama room fell silent; everybody left for battle… well, all except one.
Lifting his bruised arm into the air Tyson muttered, "Um, is anybody there? I could use a little help here…"