You guys know by now that I don't own Ouran, sadly...

Sara laughed to herself in her room. 'She's probably not going to come back to school or perform on stage again.' she thought smugly. She was extremely happy when she went to bed that night and even happier the next day when she didn't see Ringo in any of her morning classes or in lunch.

She didn't, however, see the three high school members of the host club. "Did the host club cancel today? I haven't seen them at all.' Sara asked a "friend".

"No, I thought that as well. It seems as though they are spending class time preparing for something, but I've been told that they are still hosting today.' the girl replied.

Sara sighed and turned around in the hall headed for Music Room #3. 'They could've at least told me! I'm their #1 customer!' she thought angrily clenching her fist. As she neared the door, she heard voices inside, so instead of just going in as she normally would, she listened quietly, leaning against the door.

"So, Ringo, will you perform at the dance for us?" Haruhi asked her shy friend.

"I'm not supposed to. I'm still trying to decide whether I even want to perform again or not. Plus, nobody here likes me anyway, you'd lose customers." Ringo replied turning away from Haruhi. Haruhi was never one to beg, but she was prepared to this time. Not only did the guys really want to hear her sing, (Kyoya thought it would be a good profit) but Haruhi thought it might bring her out of her shell. "Please Ringo? Just this once? Maybe you could call your manager and tell her that you want to do one last performance." Haruhi said.

It was then that the door burst open and Sara came in. "What do you need her for? Who cares if it's her last performance or not, you've got me, a much more dazzling performer and I'll do it without you having to beg!" Sara smirked.

Ringo didn't want to see, hear, or be near Sara, so she decided to go hide out with Hunny's sweets. "I think i'm going to go get a small snack." she mumbled.

Sara smiled at Haruhi. "And here I thought she wasn't even at school!" Haruhi looked at the girl questioningly. "Why don't we have a small contest! Either today or tomorrow, we'll both perform in front of the other guest. We each have to sing an original song as well. If we have a contest, you can see who really has talent and who doesn't and you can have that person perform at the dance."

By this time, the twins had come back from wherever it was that they had gone. With each of them resting and elbow on Haruhi's shoulders they said, "That's actually not a bad idea."

"Guys, the party is tomorrow, we'd have to do the contest today. And Ringo doesn't have any original songs. She sings covers of songs." Haruhi reminded them for the fifth time that day.

"She has a book of poems that she wrote! Maybe she could turn one of those into a song!" Hikaru said, remembering the past week that he spent with the girl. Her poems all had such deep meanings and they would make good songs too.

Ringo stood just inside the room with all of Hunny's cakes. She could hear Sara trying to persuade Haruhi into letting Sara herself sing, and the twins saying the contest was a good idea. Then she heard Hikaru talking about her poems. She took out the small book that she kept with her at all times. She knew she had asked him to keep the book a secret, but now it made her wonder, are her poems good enough to make a song out of?

She flipped through the notebook. None of the poems were long enough to make into a song. She found a few about how shy she was and how she just wanted to break though the barrier keeping her from expressing herself. (NO THIS IS NOT DESCRIBING ME! kinda...) She made herself comfortable on the floor and started combining the poems together on sheet music. then she started to come up with the melody, harmony, etc.

"Well, I guess we can have a contest today." Haruhi sighed. 'I can't believe I got talked into this.'

Sara smiled. 'Better tell ringo to hurry with her song. Or she'll have to forfeit." 'That is, if she even shows up.' Sara flaunted out of the room, smirking.

"What are you so happy about?" her friend asked her when she came to class fifteen minutes before it ended.

"I'm going to show that stupid pop princess who's really in charge of the stage" she answered, rolling here eyes.

Soooo very sowwy if this chapter sucks...or if the last chapter sucked, I wrote this one well before the last and Then I made some serious changes to this one, ugh my life.

Review for who you think should win (obviously Ringo...now I either have to troll the internet for songs, or write some weird song...#mylifejustuh) And yes, I do know that it's short. I decided to put the ending in the next chapter