"We've got a problem Jean." Said Hank. "We don't have enough chorus members or understudies."

"I know." Said Jean. "I kinda have the idea that we should hire young ballet dancers." She was on a computer program working on the production cast list. "Especially when Kurt and Bobby now have parts."

"Where are we going to find good dancers that wont hate us?" Hank asked.

"There's a ballet studio downtown." Said Jean. "I'm going to talk to the director about letting us borrow his troupe."

"I still say it's a bad idea."

"To mix people?"

"No. It's not that." Said Hank. "What if they call someone and they force us to stop?"

"I see where you going with the 'they won't like us' concept, but I have an idea. We'll tell those dancers that this is a mutant cast. If they have a problem with that, we'll tell them to leave."

"This place need's to be cleaned up first." Said Hank. "There are cobwebs on a lot of the seats."

"I already instructed the cast and crew to start cleaning before they could do anything else. Tonight, I'm looking having the cast read act one."

"Are you sure these people can act?" he asked. "I mean, I doubted they could sing and was proven wrong but can Kitty act as good as she sings?"

"I had her read off the script." Said Jean. "I thought she was good. Did I do the right thing in casting Lance as her boyfriend?"

"Well their dating now." Said Hank. "The Professor has no problem with it which means that Lance is clean."

"I just hope they don't do anything stupid."

-In The Costume Room-

"Lance, let go of my waist." Kitty giggled. She was trying to sweep the floor but Lance was clinging on to her.

"No Kitty." He laughed.

"Fine then." Kitty phased right through him and continued to sweep. Lance fell on the ground. "Do your job and dust off those mannequins."

Lance looked over at the clothing display dummy. It had a face and arms and legs and was sitting on a table, starring Lance in the eyes.

"Your clone is creeping me out."

"Clone?" Kitty turned around. "I see what you mean. It does look like me. I wonder what costume that is."

Kitty got closer to the life size doll and checked the tag.

"It's one of Anne Boleyn's costumes from The Six Wives of Henry the Eighth. Never heard of it."

"That king was a pimp." Said Lance. "That would look good on you actually."

Kitty blushed. "I probably could make a good Anne." She replied. "Jean told me this theater was one of the first places built in Bayville. It's over two centuries old."

"It's been abandoned for a while too ever since that woman got killed." He snuck his arms around her waist again. "I say we go visit the crime scene."

"How about we do as were told and clean up this room. We have to dust off all this stuff."

"You always have to follow the rules."

"I'm an X-Men. I do whatever Jean tells me. Speaking of the Brotherhood, I bet your friends are screwing around somewhere."

-On the Stage-

Todd looked for every fly in the theater, as he was hungry. Fred continued eating his sub as Pietro snuggled close with his girlfriend Tabatha. His sister Wanda, was doing the same thing with the orange haired fire controller John. John was playing with his lighter and forming the flame into the shape of a heart.

"Jean's such a bitch." Fred complained. "She's making us do this. Does anybody even care?"

"I'm happy she picked me for a part but theater really isn't my thing." Said Wanda. "Even if I can sing."

"But Sweetcakes, I get to play yo' man." Said Todd.

"Don't get too excited Tolansky." John growled.

"It could be fun." Said Tabby. "I like wearing costumes."

"So does Pietro." Wanda laughed. "Like the time he came to the X-Geek's Halloween party as a stripper."

"The look on Kitty's face." Pietro burst out laughing.

"Speaking of Kitty, I hear she get's everything." Said Todd. "I bet she sweet-talked Jean into giving her the part."

"I seriously doubt it." Wanda hissed. "Kitty's a nice girl so don't back-talk her like that!"

"That's not hot at all." Said John. "No wonder she hates you."

"She's made Lance absolutely crazy." Said Fred. "He used to be cool, but now it's all about Kitty."

"He likes her." Said Tabatha. "I know Kitty unlike you. She's nice. Don't make me shove a bomb up your fat ass! Shouldn't you be looking for rats?"

-Backstage-

Piotr, Kitty, Lance, Ororo, Kurt, Bobby, Amanda, Pietro, Scott, Logan and Jean were in chairs in a circle with scripts in their hands. They just cleaned up the whole house and were starting on the production.

"'Sold, your number sir? Thank you.'" Bobby began. "'Lot 663 then ladies and gentlemen:'."

The music was inside but they skipped the singing parts because Jean said it would waste their time since they had dinner in an hour.

"'Rehearsals, as you see, are under way for a new production of Chalumeau's 'Hannibal'.'" Bobby was also playing the retiring house director.

"'M. Lefevre, I am rehearsing.'" Said Kurt in an annoyed tone.

The reading of act one continued by everyone reading off their lines as best as they could. When they finished act one, everyone started to leave.

"I'm really worn out." Said Kitty. "And we haven't gotton on stage yet."

"I never imagined myself on the stage." Said Piotr. Lance had his arm around Kitty as they were walking.

"But here we are. I don't think I really introduced myself. I'm Katherine. Call me Kitty." She let her hand out to shake his.

"And I am Piotr Nikolaievitch Rasputan." He took her hand and kissed it instead. Kitty blushed.

"Fancy name. You must be Russian."

"Born and raised."

"And this is Lance. He's my boyfriend."

Piotr's strong handshake nearly crushed Lance's hand.

"We worked together before to stop Apocalypse, but we never really gotton to know each other." Said Kitty. "I'm very excited to be working on the stage."

"And it is an honor to work with a beautiful woman like yourself." Said Poitr. This made Kitty blush again but Lance grew a bit nervous. "And with you as well, Lance."

"I'm more of a musician than an actor." Said Lance.

"He plays guitar." Said Kitty. "He's very good."

"I'm actually trying to get a deal. It's that or stand up."

"Your funny?"

"Me and the boys yes. Fred's the funniest. Not clean but he's funny."

"We have to go Lance." Said Wanda.

"I'll see you tomorrow Kitty." He kissed her forehead and walked away.

"He must really love you." Said Poitr.

"He's a nice guy." Said Kitty. "Wasn't always that way though."

"Shall we go home?" he asked. He hooked his arm with hers.

"Yeah."