The Music of the Heart (I am so delighted by your guys reactions it really makes this my favorite story that I'm writing. I love you all and everything that you do for me! So I hope you enjoy this chapter I think that it's nothing big but who knows something might happen!)
I saw Tamaki send off a super quick text, and then look up at me. "Y'know for living with him and being his girlfriend, he doesn't know much about you."
"What do you mean? He knows some stuff like my favorite color and shit like that." I shrugged.
"What is your favorite color? I think that it's the rest of us who don't know." Haruhi said.
"Purple, but I like other dark colors too, silver black, the red of my electric, but I like dark purple the most, I've always wanted to paint something that color." I smiled.
"That's a nice color but I was thinking more of a pastel pink." Tamaki said offhandedly. I gave him a look. "It's much more ladyli-"
"You may want to stop now before you get backhanded." I warned. "I'm not normal; I don't think a pale pink color would be fitting for my personality! That'd make the house look like the freakin' host club room!" I mean pink really I found it strange; I had mentioned multiple times that I didn't like it! (looking at you twins). "And after what the Ootori's put me through last night I don't give a flying fuck about ladylike."
"Well what happened?" Tamaki asked. I explained in full detail. "Well….all's well that ends well I suppose."
"Eh yeah. It was nice to meet Fuyumi, and she was nice. It was really cool that Kyoya's dad is willing to sponsor me."
"Yeah I think it'll get you far." Haruhi said.
"So um…Kay….if you had a dream room, what would it look like?" he asked his face fairly close to mine. After backing up a good couple of inches I gave him a weird look.
"Why do you ask-?" he cut me off quickly.
"NO REASON! I was just wondering…" he said. I rolled my eyes.
"Um dark purple sheets, with a black and silver comforter…" I went on to continue describing my room thinking the whole time, WTF?
Back to the hosts
Tamaki….start giving me information…. Kyoya thought waiting for his phone to buzz.
"Her favorite color is purple." Is all I got. I got frustrated at him. "I know that!" I sent him back. "Well then paint a wall in her room dark purple while I get something else out of her." I turned to the host club. They were waiting some more patient than others.
"We are going to be painting a wall purple, go free." I shooed them off. And sat down attempting to virtually design her room. I wonder how many hosts it takes to buy a thing of paint. Hm…this now gives me time to look through her things myself. There was a box of scripts that she had shown me, and a bunch of playbills. So it can be theatre themed, I think that this'll go well. I got back to the computer a vision blossoming in my mind.
That was just an odd blurb. Back to Kay, Tamaki and Haruhi.
Tamaki had me blab on for about ten minutes until I stopped. "Um that's it Tamaki you just had me describe everything that I've always wanted in a bedroom, or for that matter in a small house. I think you know everything you need to know about me." I said a little weirded out by Tamaki's sudden barrage of question. "Oh my god! Turn left here!" I exclaimed. I turned and looked at the blond teenager. "Can I pop in the music store? Please oh please Tamaki?" I asked clasping my hands and widening my eyes.
"Fine go ahead." I exclaimed something happy but probably intelligible, because Tamaki and Haruhi gave me a funny look. I jumped out of the car grabbed my crutches and I crutched like the wind and threw open the door.
"Good morning!" I called, quickly moving to the desk where my teacher was sitting.
"A good morning love!" he said. "Off to buy some other instrument?" he asked getting up to meet me in front of the counter.
"No actually, I was wondering if I could do a recording, but how much would it be?" I had my wallet with me, but I knew that most of the time to get something done really right, where you don't have 7 other hosts, or as I prefer 6 other hosts, and a tech genius (Read: Kyoya) running the tech for me. All I did was give them my iPod, and I conveniently had the track with the empty voice. Here I had to record all of the other instruments separately I had to do guitar, see if they had a keyboard with some of drum vocalizer, regular drums, again guitar, it had to be a full drum set, with a bit of cymbals action too. Then I wanted to cover it with strings for a mix, and a symphony. Oh and I can do it on the flute. For kicks. Tamaki and Haruhi ran in the door and were panting.
"God Kay, I thought that you were slow on crutches." Tamaki exclaimed. I turned to look at them.
"I am. Otherwise all you would have seen was a trail of smoke." I turned back to my teacher. "Would it be over a hundred? Because if it is I can try to pay you back later."
"No no love! I think that you," he pointed at me. "are going to be famous." I cocked my head to the side. "Meaning I will be able to get people to pay quite a bit of money for using *your* recording studio or *your* this or *your* that."
"You're already planning my future fame." I deadpanned. Then I shook it out, "Great thank you! You have a guitar right?"
"Yup, it'll be waiting for you." He smiled.
"These are my friends, Mr. Tamaki Suoh, and a Miss. Haruhi Fujioka." I introduced them grandly winking at Tamaki.
"You do know that Tamaki's in my class right? But no, I suppose you don't you've just been frolicking with my band members." He smiled at me and I laughed.
"Is that why you haven't been in class Kay?" Tamaki asked with his blue-violet eyes shining.
"Yeah, you didn't know?" I asked. "Haruhi even knew, and Kyoya's your best friend! Damn, I guess we don't tell you anything."
"WHAT! You kept a secret from daddy?" he asked clutching Haruhi and shaking her a little bit. "You are DATING one of these 'band members' are you? Is that a code for something?"
"Stop overreacting Tamaki. You're acting like an idiot." I deadpanned.
"Oh! Your words hurt me my daughter, how could you be so cruel?"
"Get off of me sempai!" Haruhi exclaimed as Tamaki looked like he was on the verge of crying. Oh no crying was my one weakness.
"NO! Tamaki please don't cry! Please! Just let go okay? There's nothing going on between Haruhi and the band members." He looked up at me. (He had attached himself to Haruhi's legs)
"O-o-ok." Tamaki detached himself.
"Thank you." She said and then rubbed her legs. "I'm just gonna wait for the blood in my legs to start circulating."
"You guys I came here on." I gave them a serious slow motion face "business."
"So you're trying to tell us to go away right?"
"Yes." Thankfully Haruhi dragged Tamaki away before he could protest. I went in and started to record, and let me say, it is pretty boss that I was able to run the recording machines with my voice. "3…2….1, and start record." I played through the whole thing. "And cut…3…2…1…and clear." I breathed out. It took me about a half an hour to finish doing all the recordings. And then I another half an hour to be mixing. I came out with a CD glistening and in perfect glory. "Thank you so much sir!" I exclaimed. "Where did that idiot and my friend go?" I asked. And then I heard it. The music flowing and beautiful. It brought real tears to my eyes. Not like when I heard the cello player, this was real happy emotion and it was beautiful. I couldn't even gravitate toward it I was riveted to the spot. When he stopped I finally was able to move again. Tamaki got up from his piano bench and came over to me.
"Did you like that?" he asked me genuinely happy and not host like or obsessive.
"Yes. Tamaki I think that was the most beautiful piano playing I've ever heard." Awww he needed a hug. I stepped forward and hugged him tightly. He looked surprised and readily hugged me back. "I'm ready to go when you are."
"I think we have to go find Haruhi." He looked around. "She's here somewhere. I'll go find her." He said and ran off to look through the store. I moved to sit down and to drink the water that was provided. The bell jingled and I stood up. It was two rich looking girls who had a freakin' butler holding the door. I rolled my eyes, and moved to look at the sheet music. I heard whispers behind my back. And to those of you who don't know, most of the time whispering does not affect me because I can hear very freakishly well, because of my musical ear. It's not this way for everyone, but a lot of us do! Anyways back to those girls.
"Hey who's that girl?"
"She doesn't look like she's from here."
"She looks kind of poor." I furrowed my eyebrows and pretended I didn't hear. "What do you think she's doing here?"
"How should I know?!" they moved to look at the piccolo music.
"Oh my gawd! I know her! She goes to Ouran! I heard she's from America."
"Oh yeah! Doesn't she hang out with the hosts?" the other one asked. Both of the voices were very high pitched and hopelessly girly.
"Yeah that's what I heard. The music teacher rants about her all the time. I wonder why she came from America?" okay I need to address this. God I'm such a bitch. I turned around and looked at them eyes wide.
"Hey." I walked toward them. "I heard that ya'll was talkin' bout me?" I turned on a southern twang that I just loved to mimic even though it drove me up the wall. The two girls blushed a bright bright red color. I think it was the accent.
"Oh…yeah, we were just wondering if you were from America."
"Oh yes! America is my (pronounced 'mah') home. I loved to live there, but it's so new here!" I was totally innocent it made me sick.
"That's so sweet!" they exclaimed. "Why'd you move?" they came and sat down on the bench where I was previously sitting.
"Well, you see I worked at a restaurant, back in the states, and the head chairman, heard me and insisted I come over here to Japan so he could as he put it, 'endorse my talent' I just couldn't believe it. It was like a basket of flowers and a barrel of kittens! I just couldn't believe that ill' ol' me had the opportunity to do somethin' like this. It's been a dream since I was a little gal." they looked at me so happy. Their entire attitude changed just because I had a cutesy southern accent.
"That is just beautiful!" they said in unison drying their tears with a little handkerchief.
"Thank ya'll so much, but I do think my chaperone, is coming down the way now, so I have to go. Thank you so much for the talk! Maybe I'll see ya'll later." I smiled and walked over to Tamaki and Haruhi. I (being a musical person) understand the purpose of the whisper, and other people actually DON'T hear mine. "Please get me the fuck out of here, before the girls come over to talk." I said pulling his arm out the door. "Bye ya'll!" I called one more time, and I quickly exited stage left.
"What was that about?" Haruhi asked.
"What?"
"The accent….ya'll" she attempted the accent and failed.
"Please don't ever do that again." I said. Even my eyes twitched a little bit when I was talking in the southern accent. "I did it so they didn't talk any shit about me. Nothin' like making people thinking your cute so they don't say anything rude about you behind your back."
"Oh don't worry no one could think either of my darling daughters aren't cute!"
"Please stop that. What's the plan?" I asked looking to them.
"I don't know what do you want to do?" He asked. "I'm rich we can do whatever." That made both me and Haruhi give him a little bit of a pissed of look.
"Is there a theatre we can go to? Maybe so I can try to practice for me audition?" I asked. I Seriously hadn't done anything to prepare for it which was to my personal knowledge setting me up for failure. If I didn't then I may as well just consider myself given up on drama when really it was my….second love. My first love was and always will be singing.
"Yeah sure…I don't have a problem….Haruhi?"
"Sure." She shrugged.
"Or you could always just go and buy me a bucket of ice cream. There's nothing like a big ol' bucket of ice cream after acting." I smiled and she threw my red toilet paper stuffed Chihuahua named 'Grell' at my face.
"Look." at that I exclaimed as we passed a school that had a magnificent, looking theatre, and that was just from the outside. "Can I practice there?" I asked. Haruhi and Tamaki sweat-dropped but he nodded. "I wasn't kidding about that bucket of ice cream." I said looking at them. "I'll just be practicing, I think that you'd rather go and buy me some sweet creamy treats." I smiled and climbed out of the limo. Damn, Tamaki's driver was good. "BYE!" I yelled closing the door.
I walked into the theatre that was miraculously unlocked. My eyes widened to the size of saucers. "Oh my god." I murmured to myself. Holy shit this place it huge! "I don't even think that Ouran has a theatre this nice, and if they have enough money for the host club they have to have money for a nice theatre.
"My GOD!" I heard a voice behind me. A tall chick with short hair a manly voice and pink-ish lips. "That blasted host club has captured ANOTHER maiden , she came over here and grabbed my arm. "Tell me maiden, are you in debt to the host club as well?"
"What? No, I was just here to practice for the Ouran play." She scrutinized me.
"Why do you go to Ouran maiden? When you can go to a place like LOBELIA…."
"LOBELIA…."
"LOBELIA!" two other voices appeared out of no where and were vocalizing a word.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" the three vocalized together. I gave them a weird look.
"So do you guy's randomly appear to scare the shit out of people by singing?" I dead panned.
"Hmph. Well what are you doing here maiden?"
"Would you stop calling me maiden? You like Tamaki calling me princess." I grumbled.
"Do NOT compare us to those idiots! And you didn't answer my question."
"I'm here to practice for an audition." I shrugged.
"Can we watch?" I shrugged and they took a seat I fished some papers out of my bag.
"Um…I'm going to start now." I stepped onto the stage, and the lights turned on by my motion. I looked down getting into character I looked up and faced my imaginary partner and started out. "Believe it or not, sometimes my life sucks beyond the telling of it. And I don't understand why me trying to kill myself makes you want to buy me new clothes. Or clean my apartment. Buying new clothes doesn't FIX clinical DEPRESSION. You're sitting there telling me to tie a ribbon around a gunshot wound. I didn't come in here and say, "Fix me" I work. I work every god damned day. I got myself to class, even when I wanted to kill myself. I've held down jobs, and went to work when I would have rather drunk bleach. I made friends, and even supported them in times of crisis. I even DATED. All while living in hell. I work. You don't know me. You don't know what my life is, and you can't blame me for feeling desperate. Or for wanting a way out. I'm not all the other people you've treated, okay? STOP TREATING ME LIKE AN AGE GROUP! I'M A HUMAN BEING. And let me tell you something, normally I would just make another appointment, cancel it, and ignore your calls. But I've confronted you. And you know what? That is HUGE for me! I have aired my grievances, you've refused to acknowledged me, and now, I'm DONE! One of us is being insane, and for once it's not me." I looked out into the audience.
"MAIDEN! That was amazing! Why don't you go to Lobelia? I think it would be the perfect school for you." She dipped me, and ran her hand along my chin. I batted it away uncomfortably. "Come we'll take you to our safe haven." She dragged me up the stairs to the green room and scarily locked the door behind her. "It's a disgrace that a girl wears such boyish clothing does the host club force you to do this too?"
"Oh you poor darling!" exclaimed the shortest one.
"Yes that's just awful!" intoned the other one.
"Please stop." I whimpered. "What do you want? I just came to practice."
"FINE! Well." She swished her bangs. "Adieu." The three spun off into the distance leaving me alone…WHAT? I practically ran my way out of the theatre and into Tamaki's car that was conveniently waiting for me outside, with my bucket of ice cream.
"What the hell is wrong with the people that go to this school?" I asked closing the door tightly behind me and locking it.
"I see that you had a run in with Lobelia's Zuka club." Tamaki said in a very laid back manner that bothered me to no end. That was Kyoya's mannerism and unless he rented it to you for the day, which no doubt probably had a hefty price, you should not use it. It wasn't even that, I guess you can say it was because I didn't like the feeling that Tamaki knew more than I did. He was going to stay the lovable idiot for all the Tamaki regulars at the host club.
"They're called….the Zuka club?" I asked. "All I know is they popped the fuck out of nowhere, called me maiden multiple times. And then disappeared after spinning and vocalizing the name of their school. It was like a drive by singing I had NO clue what the fuck happened."
"That's Lobelia's school for girls for you." He didn't elaborate on it very much, just that they and Ouran were rivals, but they were know for their singing and theatre more. I leaned back.
"Sounds like my kind of theatre school." I said contemplating whether or not Ouran's could be better. My patron was the headmaster of Ouran….
"No1 Kay you cant leave Ouran."
"I don't really want to calm down. Those creepy girls were enough to make sure of that." He breathed out.
"That's good. Now what do you say we go to Haruhi's house?" he suggested smiling for me.
"HEY!" she exclaimed from her peanut gallery corner. "You ask me first!"
"Haruhi is…..mad at me?" asked a deflated Tamaki.
"No, we should have asked. If it's not okay with you then its fine I'll figure something out."
"No I'm cool with it just wanted him to ask." I laughed. Good work Haruhi you must be learning from yours truly. We pulled up to her apartment a short while later, with a still silent Tamaki.
"I am so excited to meet your dad! I can not wait!" I was very energized to meet another member of Haruhi's family besides Haruhi. "He must be so fun! I love fishing and stuff so we'll be able to talk." I assured her.
"Oh…about that…."