Over the next few days, the boys worked on this musical while simultaneously butting heads with Kristopherson and mocking his tie. They helped build sets, Alois rehearsed his scenes, and Ciel somehow became the stage manager. Rehearsal for the Warwick Private School production of Into the Woods was still underway.

"Princes get ready to go on" Ciel said, looking up from his clipboard with the script.

"Copy that, over and out!" Alois replied, heading towards the stage right entrance.

Heading to the entrance opposite the blonde, Kristopherson got ready to perform his role as Rapunzel's Prince. He was hardly "charming". The boy had an awful attitude and felt the need to relentlessly pick on and thwart our heroes for some reason. He had hid props, tripped Alois more than once, and tried to break Ciel's headset. The kid was a total wanker.

Regardless, the boys pressed on. Ciel spoke into his headset microphone to contact the audio booth. "I need music for Scene three: 'Agony' in three, two, one..."

The sound of fanfares played, filling the entire room. Alois ran out on stage, followed by the rotten Kristopherson. They meet and begin their scene.

Kristoperson, the faux-blonde was first to speak. "'Ah, there you are, good brother. Father and I had wandered where you had gone.'"

"'I have been looking all night...for her.'" Alois recited his lines with clarity and with the nobility of the prince he was playing. Believe it or not, it was Ciel who was his main inspiration for the role. He would mimic the grace, poise, and dignity with which the blunette spoke, often using mannerisms and gestures of his as well. "'The beautiful one I danced the evening with.'"

The source of the blonde's inspiration watched from backstage. Ignoring the things he should be watching for in order for the run-through to be successful. He was supposed to be seeing if the props where in order, people were where they were supposed to be, appropriate costume changes where made, but the usually serious and dutiful boy ignored all this momentarily to watch his friend perform.

"'Did I abuse her

or show her disdain?

Why does she run from me?

If I should lose her,

How shall I regain

The heart she has won from me?'"

Alois even sang with the same finesse. He even went down an octave than usual, trying to make a more manly or "princely" voice.

"'Agony!

Beyond power of speech,

When the one thing you want

Is the only thing out of your reach.'"

His delicate sound was cut off by Kristopherson's more brash singing.

"'High in her tower,

She sits by the hour,

Maintaining her hair.

Blithe and becoming,

And frequently humming,

A light-hearted air."

It was as though they where trying to best one another in the choral duel. Alois would sing, then the other boy would sing louder. When Kristopherson did this, Alois would sing even louder. Back and forth, this tug-of-war waged on until the song ended. Then all that was heard was Mr. Bronze freaking out.

"I love, love, loved it! The way you tried to out-do each other was genius! Comedy gold! You two have great chemistry here!"

"Ew, don't associate me with him." said Alois, pointing objectively at the faux-blonde.

"Excuse me, but you are lucky to be even graced with my presence, TRAMPSY!"

"That, Kristopherson, is a blessing that I would throw back if Jesus himself gave it to me." A small rumble of giggles was heard throughout the backstage area. "I'd aim for his head, too."

That small rumble erupted into full-on laughter at that. "Alright, alright, settle down, children." The instructor instructed.

"Tch, fine." Alois went backstage to where his friend was standing. "So, how'd I do, mister Stage Manager?" the boy poked his companion's face.

"Alright." the blunette stated, ignoring the contact. "Too bad you sound like a girl."

"What?!"

"I'm kidding," Ciel paused, "mostly."

"You arse!" said the blonde with a smile as he playfully patted Ciel's back.

"You where prince-like, at the very least."

"I was just copying you."

Ciel looked confused by this statement. "Me?"

"Yes. You're just so very rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrregal!" the blonde said rolling his "R", bowing his head.

"You're so weird.' That's all the bluenette could think of to say. He was very flattered by Alois' comments, but incredibly unsure how to respond to them. However, the blonde boy continued.

"It's true! If I were a princess, I'd let you rescue me any day." he said poking the other boy's chest playfully with his index finger.

The blonde's words where embarrassing. They made an uncomfortable feeling appear in his stomach and a blush appear on his face. But the image of Alois in a tower wearing the stereotypical princess get-up was too funny, so the slate-haired boy had to laugh a bit.

"But I get your sorry arse out of trouble enough, anyway." he jested.

"Ohmigawsh! Am I your princess?!" the blonde put his hands on his cheeks in mock astonishment.

"No, you are not my, nor anyone else's princess!"

"What if I want to be your princess?"

"N-no..." Ciel looked away from the blonde, trying to hide his flushed face. However, this effort was in vain, as the blonde then leaned in closer to whisper softly in the boy's ear:

"...And Happily Ever After."

"Piss off!"