Exasperated, I slammed the textbook shut, and got up from my desk. I didn't realize how hard the homework was at this school, but at least I was getting the majority of it done.

I should go back to that piano, it should relieve some of my stress.

I pulled back some of my blonde hair and looked through the textbooks on the floor and desk. But after a few minutes of looking, I got worried.

"Oh no... did I leave it there?!"

I must've been in such a hurry to leave that music room yesterday that I left it on the piano!

Dammit! You had one job, Mallory!

I grabbed my dorm key off the nightstand and hurried out the door, and locking it behind me. I held the front of my dress just off the ground to prevent tripping, and I made my way to the "music" room.

They must've looked through it already! But I mean, would any of them even know how to play the piano?

I glanced at each of the overhead signs, looking for the third music room. The hallways had some students present, and some stared at me in confusion or disgust.

Ignore them! Just focus on getting that binder!

I slowed down at the door to the music room, and grasped the handle.

How would they react this time? Would they be prepared, or would they refuse to let me in?

Without a second thought, I yanked the door handle, and the door opened.

The room looked the same as yesterday. Tables set out, girls talking, boys entertaining, exactly the same. Wait... there was only six boys, there should've been seven. Where was the seventh?

Then, the sweet sound of piano notes being plucked reached my ears. Enchanted by the sound, I walked to the room where the piano was, and the seventh boy was there.

The blonde was playing Swans Lake in G sharp minor.

It's so beautiful...

If I knew ballet, I would've been dancing along with it. He was striking every note correctly, even though I selected an advanced version of the piece.

I hummed with it as I approached him, and watching his fingers move up and down the piano. They moved so quickly, but gracefully. If he could play so well, he had to have learned from an early age.

Once the song ended, he turned to me, as if he knew that I would be there at that moment.

"Hello, Mallory. I believe you left this behind,"

He picked up the binder, and closed it before giving it to me.

"Can you play all the songs in there?" He asked, and I checked inside to make sure I had all my sheet music.

I nervously nodded. His smile was gentle, but I refused to let it get to me. Just because I got a smile didn't mean that he particularly liked me or had anything to offer.

But he proved me wrong.

"You like to play he piano, yes? Perhaps I could arrange a little deal for you."

I looked up at him, confused with what he meant. A deal? For the piano? Like a bet?

"If you agree to work for the Host Club, I'll let you play the piano here."

Is he serious?

"U-um... I appreciate the offer... but why should I work for the club? Isn't the piano the school's?"

"Actually, it's mine from home. I brought it here in case if I wanted to play in my free time."

"Oh..."

"So, what'll it be? You would only have to work for the club after school, and you would have the option to come with us on day-long events."

It sounds like a good deal. I've never worked for a club or anyone like this before. Before, it was all against my will. At least I'd get to play the piano. This is the only place I would be able to in peace, and where I would be safe.

"I guess... sure?"

"Alright, then! My name is Tamaki, and I'll show you are the club room, and let Kyoya give you your assignments."

I followed him to the main room, and we headed to the twins I saw yesterday. They were doing some sort of "brotherly love" act that made the girls before them squeal with delight.

"They are Hikaru and Kaoru, the twins. They work on our brotherly love offer in the club, so don't think that it's a serious relationship."

He then walked to the other side of the room, and there was a single male sitting with three other girls. He appeared to be telling a story, and the girls were very distracted by the tale.

"This is Haruhi, who is the newest member to our club."

The next members he showed were nearby. At first, I wasn't exactly sure what I was seeing. It was a little boy with blonde hair who looked like he was in elementary school who was with a man several feet taller than him. Neither of them looked like they were in highschool.

"These two are Honey and Mori, and they're third year students. Their cousins, so don't be surprised at some interactions."

Wh-what in the world...

The final member he showed me was Kyoya, the first one that I met out of all seven of them.

"Here, Kyoya. We've got ourselves a new member, and your free to give her the assignments we discussed last night."

"No problem."

Tamaki walked away to one of the tables, and now I had to deal with Kyoya.

"Here's your uniform to change into, and your list of assignments for today."

He pointed to a changing room, and I handed him my binder and I headed to the changing rooms. Once I was inside, I shut the curtains. It didn't feel secure, but I knew that it was my best bet for privacy. I looked around the small room. There was a tall mirror by the wall, a bench, and some space for me to change.

I pulled out the uniform from the small bag, and I was surprised to see a male uniform inside instead of something else. I honestly expected a French maid outfit instead of this.

It's fine. As long as I can play the piano, it's worth it.

I set it on the bench, and unzipped my dress on the back, and let it slide off my body. I stared at myself in the mirror, surprised with how frail I was.

Normally, in clothes my face distracted others from my small body. My arms and legs were thin, with just enough fat on them for them to look like they were even limbs. My waist was very small, and was thin enough for you to see my rib cage. My bra hid my chest, but I knew that I had barely any chest at all.

This is such a shameful body. I can't believe I'm still alive when I'm so thin.

I picked up the uniform and put it on, surprised that it was small enough to fit. When I adjusted it a little to make it fit more comfortably, I looked at myself again.

The cloth hide my thin figure, and instead made me look a little stronger and more like a living being. My long blonde hair hung down my back and over my shoulders, hiding the fact that I had a small chest and stomach.

At the bottom of the bag was a piece of paper with a list of chores to do. Just simple ones, Iike sweeping the floor, cleaning the tables, getting sweets for guests, what was expected at a place like this.

I opened the curtain, and faced the club room.

It's all worth it, as long as I can play that piano.