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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 group! 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 10: Besar
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Emily's glasses flashed, evil written all over her face. The script was done! Through blood, sweat, tears and chaos, it was finally done! Watching the pages delivered on the printer tray, she couldn't possibly contain her excitement! It was almost a thing of beauty, the orange headed girl thought, reaching out to the stack, raising the pages up to the light allowing the light to glow around it. It was a masterpiece!
"It's… done!" she exclaimed. "IT'S DONE!"
She couldn't help but explode into laughter at three AM in the morning, ignoring the fact her dorm mates were fast asleep. Placing the script into a binder then into a waterproof zip lock baggy, she made sure nothing was going to harm it! Today's forecast predicted heavy rains and the last thing she needed was a damp script! If it got wet, she be damned and well, it wouldn't be pretty for those who dared to cross her path.
"Well, I'll just give it to Kenny to proofread it and we're done! Ha! Emily, you're a genius!" oh she wanted to pat herself on the back but now, her eyelids demanded they be shut. Removing her glasses, Emily yawned, switching off the lights and crawled into her comfy bed.
Early that morning, she woke up at seven o'clock on the dot. Today was going to be epic.
Arriving at school at exactly half past eight, she dismounted her bike, rushing toward the editing room. As expected, the small brunette boy was at his laptop, busy typing away homework notes and scheduling meetings for the drama club. She could tell he was still brooding about Julia snapping his limited edition Ming-Ming CD… whatever. It wasn't like the end of the world… yet.
Pulling out the sealed script from her bag, she slammed it on the table, "Morning!" she greeted brightly. "The script is done!"
He stopped typing. Almost zombie-like, the brunette looked up slowly at Emily glaring daggers at her through his bangs. Yes, Kenny was still mad at her too.
Emily rolled her eyes in annoyance, "Oh don't tell me you're still mad at me?"
"…"
"It was just a CD, Kenny. You can get that stuff on eBay or the liquidation warehouse by the seaside dock,"
"IT'S NOT THE SAME!" Kenny wailed. Oh boy. "She, the Great Ming-Ming signed it, kissed it and gave it to ME! HER BIGGEST FAN!"
"You're lucky you don't have to put up with this, Emily," Dizzi piped up. "I, unfortunately have to listen to the Chief's wailing day in, day out!"
Kenny may have outright loved Ming-Ming but being feminine, Dizzi didn't. Every chance the boy got, he Googled: Ming-Ming limited edition CD, Ming-Ming concert tickets, Ming-Ming merchandise… Ugh. The amount of weird results clogged her processors and Kenny, being the obsessive Ming-Ming fan as he was, saved everything. In times like this, she wished for a virus or something… Sweet hardware failure, where are you?
And Kenny continued wailing.
Yeah, sure, whatever. Emily pulled out the script from its plastic confines. "Anyway, proofread it. The parts in bold should not be taken out, okay?" She said pointedly pointing to the dialogue in question.
Emily skipped out of the editing room leaving Kenny to face the script, one on one.
Around one o'clock, the drama room was filled with students plus Hiro and Romeo. Hiro entered with a new coffee mug. His quest finding his old one proved heartbreaking; some student (whoever was cruel enough) stole his coffee mug and used it for beyblading practice. He found the remains of the mug this morning hence the new one. R.I.P old mug.
Romeo gathered the students into the center of the room. All eyes were on Cinderella dressed in costume: rags. Tyson pinched his nose. The dress reeked!
"What did you do this dress?" the question was directed at innocent and sweet Matilda.
"Cinderella wore rags so naturally I'd make the dress sloppy and smelly,"
"It reeks of cheese, chips and soda!" Tyson argued. He pointed to the miniscule chip fragments on the costume.
Matilda sighed, "If you want to know what exactly I did with the dress, I'll give you a play-by-play," she hopped down from the table approaching the teen. "Aaron thought it would be a great idea to use old washcloths as your apron and my old dinky dress. It was Claude's idea to roll the fabric in the chips and Miguel's idea to pour soda on it."
"Gee… I can't wait to thank Barthez Battalion Club for such bright ideas…"
"Alright kids, that's enough chit-chat," Romeo clapped his hands. He turned to Tyson, "We're using this dress for now. We want you to get comfortable with it."
Tyson sighed in utter defeat, shrugging. "Fine. At least my dignity is intact since I'm allowed to wear pants underneath…"
"Alright, let's start rehearsals!"
Two hours into rehearsal, everything turned out well; every so often Cinderella complained about the brutality of her step-sisters. Romeo always intervened in the right moment; it was to ensure the survival of Cinderella. Romeo caught Bryan's fists forcing the teen to frown.
Aw man! That's so not fair! Bryan stuffed his hands in his pockets. He was so close to beating up Cinderella! Pishhh!
"Now, now Bryan remember: we need Cinderella alive. The scene for step-sister brutality is over."
Bryan wasn't going to argue; instead he walked back and slumped into his chair. Poor boy. Romeo turned around to Tyson with a glint in his eye. Was it only him that had a distinct feeling something, I donno, big was going to happen? Feeling a bit antsy, he quickly glimpsed at the script, eyes scanning for other horrible things Emily and Kenny had in store for him.
Bryan and Spencer used me as a punching bag, check. Tyson's eyes continued scanning the script. Cinderella gets a new dress, that hasn't happened yet. Good. I don't want to see a pissed off Fairy Godmother. Cinderella goes to the ball, no, not yet. Everything seems good!
He was decently happy with the rough draft quite oblivious to the major changes, courtesy of yours truly, Emily. She put in something Julia would hate her for it but that would be kept hush-hush!
"Alright Tyson, we're going to rehearse when Cinderella meets the Prince. Follow Matilda and Mariah so you can change into a gown."
The boys snickered in the room. Max barely contained his laughter! Most of the snickering came from Joseph, followed by his sister, Mariam. Eh, wait. Why was their rival school here?
"And what are you two doing here?"
"We got tipped off that you're Cinderella so we had to come and look," Joseph replied, trying to contain his laughter. "And man, we never believed it but seeing you in the dress…"
"Was worth coming all the way from across town!" Mariam concluded, bursting into hysterical giggles.
Great, more humiliation. News about him in the dress probably spread to the other schools as well. OH GOD! Now it dawned on him; if he remembered correctly all local schools were invited to the play to see—witness his total and complete humiliation! Erk, which means Psykick Academy would be in attendance… Hands down, he would be the laughing stock of the century. Tyson wanted to cry.
Tyson hung his head down, following Matilda and Mariah to the room next door. The moment the door snapped open Tyson thought his eyes were going to roll out of their sockets. Aligned against the wall were racks of dresses. Beneath the dresses were the cursed shoes and some other weird stretchy looking things (and yes, these are stockings if you must know). On the table were jewelry boxes stuffed with jewelry, ribbons and other miscellaneous items. He watched carefully as the two pink-haired girls approached the dresses picking out the dress for the ball. He hoped it wasn't the dress Matilda was trying to make at his house when he was 'grasping the situation'. Ugh, he face-palmed.
Tyson inched toward the window, watching the field.
Oh, people are preparing for Sports Day.
Yep! It was the annual inter-school Sports Day. Every year, three weeks before the annual school play, the school was responsible for Sports Day inviting all local schools to come compete in various activities: hundred meter dash, hundred meter hurdles, long jump, fencing, swimming, basketball, archery and all sorts of other events. Tyson was glad he convinced Mr. Dickenson to allow beyblading as one of the new sporting events. This year should be fun! Hur, hur, hur Tyson snickered to himself. He already qualified for the matches and now he only needed to climb his way up to the top!
Tyson was so absorbed in imagining his victory; he failed to notice the two girls behind him, waiting for him to turn around.
"Oh Tyson," Mariah sang. The blue-haired teen turned around. His eyes were now the size of his fists. "Time to change!"
Mariah who smiled held a florescent pink, puffy gown with white frills and beading. Matilda held the shoes and to his mercy, they were not stilettos! All hail flats! She reassured Tyson wouldn't need to wear them yet since if he broke his ankle, well, the drama club would be very, very sad.
"Less staring, more changing," Mariah shoved the gown into his arms. Pushing the teen into a make-shift changing area she pulled the curtain giving Tyson privacy.
Entering the room again, Cinderella looked at everybody or (as he felt) everybody looked at Cinderella. Why were they all looking at him weirdly? Joseph and Mariam weren't able to speak; Mariam was in the middle of texting and Joseph was in the middle of talking with Dunga and Ozuma. Oh god, now they're here too? The Russian mob looked at him too; Bryan dropped his cellphone with his mouth gapped open. Spencer couldn't believe Tyson was wearing a dress and was able to pull it off. Ian was in the middle of typing until he too, looked up at the pink blob. Things are getting weirder and weirder, Ian thought as he resumed typing. Thank goodness Hilary wasn't around or else there would be many pictures of Tyson in a dress posted on Facebook and the school's website.
He walked to the center of the room looking around; the tables were pushed against the walls and students (the ones acting as extras) were in position, standing together as couples. Hey, how come the extras were 'normal'? Their roles weren't switched! Whose dumbass idea was to switch the main characters?
Romeo approached Tyson, "Alright, we're rehearsing the ballroom scene with the Prince."
"P-P-Prince?"
"Come on in, Julia!"
The Prince entered the room in full royal regalia. The girls in the room erupted into a scream! Julia's hair was combed and tied neatly behind her head with a red satin ribbon. Her outfit dazzled with gold complimenting the red threads. Badges pinned onto her outfit. And to top it off, she had the same fencing sword she used to defeat Ming-Ming! Wow. The Spaniard didn't say anything as she approached Tyson. She bowed picking up his gloved hand.
She leaned in and whispered with intent, "Mess this up Granger and I swear, I won't be 'Prince Charming' for long."
Rehearsals were going to resume until Kenny and Emily entered. With the finished script in hand, they gave a copy each to Hiro and Romeo, who had a look of approval. Romeo flipped to the scene where the Prince and Cinderella danced. Oh? What was this in bold?
The Prince leans into kiss Cinderella before the clock strikes midnight. Shocked, Cinderella dashes off, leaving her glass slipper behind.
Hiro's eyes widened. Well, Emily completely outdid herself! What a brilliant idea! Rolling the script into a tube, he slapped it against his palm and called out: ACTION!
[Rehearsing]
The Prince couldn't take his eyes off the mysterious woman; no matter how many women aligned to dance with him, he couldn't care less. Something was mysteriously special about this one. Twirling her, he noticed Cinderella blushed.
"And where are you from?" the Prince asked quietly twirling her again.
"Um… my house…"
Julia twitched. Her fingers tightly gripped Tyson's fingers. That line wasn't in the script!
"Um, I mean, I come from a noble home in the kingdom…" Cinderella replied trying to shake off the feeling the Prince was going to break her fingers…
"I see, what is your name?"
"C-Cinderella."
The couple twirled again in sync with the music. Cinderella's sisters, Anastasia and Drizella watched in jealousy. They whispered amongst themselves who the woman was! They never saw her before! Anastasia was at the verge of exploding but Drizella stepped on her foot; now was not the time. Drizella whispered, when the time was right, they'll find the mystery woman and well… BAM!
The music came to an end. The Prince and Cinderella stepped away from each other. The Prince bowed gracefully holding Cinderella's hand. He didn't want to let go even though fate was about to be very, very cruel to him. The Prince suddenly pulled Cinderella close into a tight embrace whispering into her ear.
"Do you think we will meet again?"
"…Most certainly." Tyson thought at the back of his mind: Please don't kill me, please don't kill me, please don't kill me.
Emily gripped the script tighter and tighter. Romeo did the same. Hiro began fidgeting. His brother was going to be the luckiest teen alive!
Sorry Julia but this must be done! Emily smirked catching Julia's attention. The Spaniard wondered why suddenly the orange-haired girl couldn't sit still. Her eyes moved to Romeo who mouthed the next thing Julia should do.
"Besar! Besar! Besar!" Romeo mouthed.
Julia pushed Tyson away, holding him firmly by the shoulders. Tyson felt Julia's grip on his shoulder tighten. He felt Julia's hands trembled as her bangs hid her expression. Could someone enlighten him what was going on? Julia lifted her face looking into Tyson's eyes. Her face was expressionless but her face said something along the lines of: I'm going to regret this. She leaned in and—
The Prince leaned in kissing Cinderella right on the lips.
Tyson froze.
And as fate predicted, the clock struck twelve midnight. Cinderella quickly pushed herself away from the Prince, quickly heading to the door leaving a shoe behind…
[End of rehearsal]
Everybody looked at the opened door. That went well, didn't it? Julia wiped her mouth with the shirt sleeve. She shot a death glare to Emily who pretended to have a halo over her head, supported by little Trygator devils.
I'll get you for this, York!
Romeo approached Julia slapping her on the back, "Bravo! Bravo! Muy bienJulia you—"
Julia grabbed Romeo's arm, throwing him over her shoulder and landing firmly on his back. And just like that, the Spaniard stormed out of the room.
"Owww, that hurt but it was worth it."
"I think I'm going to follow Tyson," Max piped up until Emily stood up from her seat, barricading the door. "What's up, Em?"
Shifting her glasses, she placed an arm around the blond's shoulders, "Max, would you like to be in the play?"
"What?" Max glanced over to Kenny, shrugging his shoulders. What was Emily up to?
"I have a part for you that only you can play."
"Oh, sure, I guess. What's the part?"
Emily shuffled her glasses and spoke very, very clearly, "The evil step mother."