Hi everyone, sorry for not updating in so long, my computer had to get fixed and my Christmas break ended last week, so I haven't had a chance to write as much as I want. Probably from now on my updates will be on the weekend since that's the only time I can concentrate on my writing. Anyway, here's chapter 8, hope you like!
Previously: "I have an idea." Tamaki sits on a throne like chair. "Since you have no way to pay for the chandelier in money and you can play those kinds of instruments." He points dramatically. "You will become the host clubs band!"
"WHAT?" We scream at the same time.
Location: 3rd music room: Sidney P.O.V.
"WHAT?" The girls and I scream at the same time.
"You girls shall be the host clubs band." Tamaki repeats.
"No way. No way in hell we are doing that!" Shaundra seethes.
"Shaundra," I say. "Think about it, if we do that we could pay back the money we owe them. And we can play our music while doing it, that's an added bonus."
"You would have to play classical music, not your usual rock and roll stuff." Kyouya points out.
"WHAT?" We scream at him.
"No way in hell. No way in hell you're making us play classical music!" I say.
"You said it yourself that you could pay back the money you now owe by being our band." He argues.
"Touché. Group meeting." I say to the girls and huddle around them like football players.
"I don't like this! Not at all Sidney! It was your fault the chandelier broke, if you didn't bump into us making all of us fall onto the ground we wouldn't be in this situation. Why don't you pay them back since it was your fault!" Shaundra says.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa don't be pointing fingers at me. It was all our faults. I think we should do it. We would just have to play for an hour or so, it wouldn't be that bad." I try to console her.
"Well it's one against one at the moment, which leaves Theresa with her choice." Shaundra looks at her.
"I think we should do it, it's not gonna be that bad Shaundra. How about we ask if we can practice our "rock and roll" as Kyouya would say, at the beginning before the club opens?" Theresa asks her.
"Ok fine. If he says we can do that, I'm in." She nods her head.
I get out of our little huddle. "Ok," I say to them. "We'll do it, on one condition though. We are allowed to practice our regular music in here before the club opens."
"That's negotiable." Kyouya says. "What do you think Tamaki?"
Tamaki rubs his chin. "I think that would be alright. Since that's settled, welcome to the host club ladies!" He spreads his arms out wide.
"Yea! Sid-chan, Shaun-chan and Tee-chan are staying!" Honey jumps onto my back. "Do you want to have cake with me Sid-chan?"
"No thanks." I put him down.
"Since you ladies are part of the host club now show us what you got." Tamaki says.
The girls and I walk up to the stage and grab our things. My violin, Theresa's cello and Shaundra's upright bass. We huddle together and think of a song to play. After deliberating for a couple minutes we break apart, get into our positions and begin playing.
(Sounds like .com/watch?v=2eIJV3tnxNk)
Tamaki stands and applauded, teary eyed. "That was beautiful!" He rushes over with a handkerchief in his hands and hugs me.
"Personal space dude." I put my finger to his forehead and push him back. "This," I point to the space around me. "Is my bubble, and whoever dares to come into this bubble without my permission is dead. Got it?" I smile at the end.
"Got it." He hides behind Kyouya.
"Wow, I didn't know you were that good you guys." Honey comes up to us with his eyes twinkling.
"Yes, you're a great addition to this club." Kyouya smiled.
"Dude what's with the smile?" I ask.
"What do you mean?" His eyes narrow.
"Your smile." I point out. "It was totally fake and forced. If you don't want to smile then don't smile. But if you want to, make it genuine."
He turns his back to me and pulls out a mysterious black book. "Time to host." He mutters without looking up from his book.
The other host's follow his lead and stand around Tamaki's throne like chair.
"When the doors open play something welcoming please?" Tamaki asks. We nod and get into position.
The doors begin to open, revealing a horde of squealing girls. We begin to play our "welcoming song".
(Sounds like this: .com/watch?v=L1TmO6AdkaA&feature=related)
"Welcome." The host's say making the squealing go three octaves higher and causing me and the girls to wince in pain, but we continue playing.
"Welcome ladies, to the Ouran Host Club." Tamaki holds a rose out to a girl in the front of the crowd, every girl in the crowd sighed dreamily and the girl that got the rose swooned.
Me and the girls roll our eyes and continue playing. After swooning over the host's for awhile the girls turn their attention to us.
"Tamkai," A girl with long, curly auburn hair asks him. "Who are those girls playing the music?" The other girls nod in agreement.
"Well, my princess, those girls over there is the host club's new band! They'll be taking requests if you wish." Tamaki motions to us.
Our eyebrows twitched in agitation.
"I'm kinda scared to go near them. Just look at the way they dress," A girl with coffee black hair pointed out our clothes. "They look like thugs."
What was this chick saying? I was wearing a bright green quarter sleeved shirt with an alien design on it, over that I wore a black vest, on my legs I had on black skinny jeans with my belt buckle showing and I wore green checker patterned high tops. Theresa wore tan khaki capris with a dark blue t-shirt that showed a little bit of her stomach and matching dark blue flats. Shaundra wore a hot pink long sleeved shirt that was covered in many different colored polka-dots, light blue jeans and regular black skater shoes. How could we pass as thugs to these people?
"Yeah they do!" The rest of the girl's chorus.
Our eyebrows twitched yet again but we paid them no mind.
"Why don't you get rid of them, if they're thugs then wouldn't they be planning to hurt us?" The same coffee black haired girl said.
"That's it!" I yell, the devil in me kicking in. I grabbed my guitar and pushed Shaundra and Theresa to their instruments and whisper a songs name into their ears. I crank the volume and do a little solo to get the girls' attention.
(Bold=Sidney) (Ignorance by Paramore)
If I'm a bad person, you don't like me
Well, I guess I'll make my own way
It's a circle, a mean cycle
I can't excite you anymore
Where's your gavel? Your jury?
What's my offense this time?
You're not a judge but if you're gonna judge me
Well, sentence me to another life
Don't wanna hear your sad songs
I don't wanna feel your pain
When you swear it's all my fault
'Cause you know we're not the same
No, we're not the same, oh, we're not the same
We're the friends who stuck together
We wrote our names in blood
But I guess you can't accept that the change is good
It's good, it's good
Well, you treat me just like another stranger
Well, it's nice to meet you, sir
I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out
You treat me just like another stranger
Well, it's nice to meet you, sir
I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out
Ignorance is your new best friend
Ignorance is your new best friend
The girls stared at us wide eyed, then began to crowd around the stage and cheer for us, not getting the inner message of the song.
This is the best thing that could've happened
Any longer and I wouldn't have made it
It's not a war, no, it's not a rapture
I'm just a person but you can't take it
The same tricks that, that once fooled me
They won't get you anywhere
I'm not the same kid from your memory
Well, now I can fend for myself
Don't wanna hear your sad songs
I don't wanna feel your pain
When you swear it's all my fault
'Cause you know we're not the same
No, we're not the same, oh, we're not the same
Yeah, we used to stick together
We wrote our names in blood
But I guess you can't accept that the change is good
It's good, it's good
Well, you treat me just like another stranger
Well, it's nice to meet you, sir
Well, I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out
You treat me just like another stranger
Well, it's nice to meet you, sir
Well, I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out
Ignorance is your new best friend
Ignorance is your new best friend
Ignorance is your new best friend
Ignorance is your new best friend
Well, you treat me just like another stranger
Well, it's nice to meet you, sir
Well, I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out
You treat me just like another stranger
Well, it's nice to meet you, sir
I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out.
"MOE!" A girl from the middle of the crowd screamed and from the floor came a gear turning sound and up came a light brown eyed, light brown haired girl with a pink bow in it spinning out of the floor on a tall pedestal. "MOE!" She screamed again. "You girls are so good; I could eat three bowls of rice!"
"Can she really eat three bowls of rice?" I ask Kyouya.
"What will happen between these girls and the hosts? Will love bloom or will there be shenanigans? Maybe both!" She screams into a microphone. The rest of the girls scream in agreement.
"Girl's, this is Renge Houshakuji, the Host Club's manager." Kyouya gestures towards Renge.
"Yo." We say to her.
"MOE!" She screams into the microphone again, making us cover our ears.
"What is with these girls man?" I ask Kyouya. He just shrugs and comes up to the stage and grabs a microphone.
He clears his throat to get everybody's attention. "Now that you're acquainted with our new band, let the hosting begin." He smiles.
"What'd I say 'bout that smile?" I poke his cheek.
He jumps off the stage and goes to a table surrounded by chairs, without a word to me. Many girls follow him and sit around him. The other hosts do the same.
"Jerk." I mutter under my breath. The girls and I grab our classical instruments and continue playing without any interruptions.
Hope you liked it, please R&R. All the links are from youtube. The editing system wouldn't let me put the entire link on. Hope that helps.
