Not the Phantom of Opera

Disclaimer: Phantom: HK does not own me.
HK: Keep going!
Phantom: Fine. HK does not own me, or anyone else.

Warning: Uh... bad singing?

Eventually they managed to get at least the stars onto the set, so a part of the rehearsal could begin. Namely, Sasuke was going to sing. Or rather, that was the intention. There was, of course, the problem of Akira jumping on the small boy at random intervals, like when he could hold it no longer, Kotaro and Yukimura being unable to keep their eyes off him, and Sasuke himself complaining about the song, whenever he wasn't being jumped.
"How am I supposed to be able to sing that high? It's impossible!" Yuya giggled, and picked up the sheet of music.
"Don't worry, I can do it! This just proves HK was wrong, and I should be the star!" The other girls glared as Yuya coughed, then started to sing the notes.
"La, la, la, la, la, LAAAAAAA!" However, when she reached the high note, her voice cracked, and she croaked. Sasuke rounded on Atsui, one finger pointing back at Yuya accusingly.
"See that?! If the girls can't, how am I supposed to sing that?!" Atsui shrugged, apparently more interested in watching Kotaro and Hotaru snickering with a bucket of frog guts and Yuya's now empty glass.
"Just do it. HK cast you for a reason. You haven't even tried yet." Sasuke pouted, fended off Akira, and cleared his throat.
"Fine. I'll try the stupid singing." He took a deep breath, and, surprisingly, managed to sing it perfectly, even hitting the high note. Yuya glared in increasingly froggish envy, and Kotaro's only visible eye opened really wide. Sasuke himself seemed the most amazed, and he grabbed his throat.
"How the hell..." Atsui shrugged, poking the frog guts with his father.
"Who cares?"

Later, Kotaro was supposed to be singing his first song alone, a kinda seductive one called 'Music of the Night'. However, just before he started, Atsui raised a hand.
"Oh, you might want to really try with this one, it's HK's favourite, and if you screw up... she's gonna be really mad is my point. Not to mention the real Phantom." Kotaro paused, took another deep breath, and was interrupted by Akira.
"I still cannot believe you're letting him do this!" Atsui glanced unconcernedly in the angry ice user's direction.
"Which him?" Akira glared, and ice spiked in every direction.
"ALL OF THEM!" Hotaru idly melted most of the ice, and Shinrei dumped the resulting water on his head. Atsui sighed, and pulled out a spike of ice that was stuck in his arm.
"What are you objecting to so we can fix it?" Surprised by the calm reaction and Sasuke bitch-slapping him, Akira calmed down.
"You are letting THAT," he pointed at Kotaro, who glared, "seduce Sasuke. What isn't there to complain about?" Atsui paused, apparently thinking about it. A while later he nodded.
"Sasuke is wearing a dress." Everyone else stared at him.
"WHAT?" Atsui smiled like someone who has just worked out a complicated problem.
"You asked what not to complain about."