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The guests left the music room, chattering and gossiping amongst themselves. I started to feel uneasy about this entire thing. The guys surrounding me were appraising me like I was a cut of meat that they wanted to buy. Finally I broke the silence.

"Well, I should get going. Can't stay here forever." I made a move to grab my bag but was stopped when Blondie stepped in front of me. Effectively stopping my lame attempt at an escape.

"You should sing in the club. It would be the perfect addition to the club since you would be able to entertain male guests." Blondie exclaimed happily.

"Ha! Not in this life time." The faces of the host club fell. "I mean not alone. Can I call my acapella group? We can't do it today but we can do it tomorrow." I relented. What can I say? I hate making people sad. Or disappointing them.

"As long as we approve the songs you sing, I don't have a problem." Kyoya answered typing away on his keyboard.

"Acapella? What's that?" Now it was Haruhi's turn to look confused.

"Acapella is where a group of people sing without the help of instruments. They only use their voice." I answered, sending his confused look off his face.

"Well, then I guess we will see you tomorrow." Blondie started to leave.

"Wait Tamaki. We should introduce ourselves to the young lady. After all we know her name but she doesn't know ours." Tamaki nodded. "Miss, I am Kyoya Ootori, the blonde next to me is Tamaki Souh. The small blonde to your right is Mitsukuni Haninozuka and the tall one next to him is Takashi Morinozuka. You already know the twins, Hikaru and Kaoru, and Haruhi."

"Okay then. Well, is it quarter to, already? I better get going. See you guys tomorrow." I grabbed my bag and waved to them on the way out.

So his name is Mitsukuni, huh? What a cool name. I wish I had a cool name like that. I got outside and started walking toward the corner my brother was supposed to meet me at. I had just gotten there when his Mustang pulled up.

"Hey there, little sis. How was your day?" He had bandages on his hands telling me that something had happened at his work today.

"I was tricked into promising to bring my acapella group to a called the Host Club." I tried to say it nonchalantly because I knew he would freak out. And he did.

"What?! What do you mean you joined a host club?! Do you have any idea what those things do? My dear adorable little sister, throwing away her shyness to join a host club of all things! Who are you and what have you done with Lexie?" As predicted my brother went into his drama mode.

"Calm down, James. I haven't actually joined the host club. The acapella group members and I just are going to show the members what we can do. If they like it, we will become a sort of background music I guess. It's no big deal. But what happened to your hand?" That was my lame attempt at changing the subject.

"Oh nothing, was carrying a crate when I tripped and the crate landed on my hands. Nothing to serious." James was also bad at playing nonchalant.

"Has mom seen it yet?" I inquired.

"No actually she hasn't. And I hope to keep it like that." James gave me a look.

"And I don't need our parents knowing I joined a club. Here's the deal: I won't tell mom about your hands if you don't tell them about the host club. We got a deal?" I held out my hand. James considered the offer for a moment.

"Deal." He grabbed my hand and shook it. I had sealed the secrecy of my joining the host club just like that. I turned and smiled to myself.

I grabbed my phone and started texting my friends about the thing tomorrow I got a mix response. I shrugged. Whoever showed would have to make do with the lack of members. If any of the members show up that is.

We pulled up to the house, grabbed our stuff and got up. We didn't get very far into the house before we were confronted by our parents.

"So Lexie, how was the first day of your new school?" My mom asked, smiling cheerfully.

"It was good. I'm going to need to stay at school longer in order to practice with some of the equipment they have there. Mainly so I can get used to it and the other to just play around, mix tracks. Normal stuff." I shrug. I really hope that she pays it and my dad just agrees with what I said.

Luckily, they both bought it and let us on our way. I would need to put together a few playlists, of sorts, before the performance tomorrow. I sighed. It's going to be a long night.

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