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An Ouran Host Club Production
Chapter 6: The Cultural Festival:
Several Weeks Later at Ouran Academy:
We continued practicing our play diligently, especially since there's so much on the line. The seconds we've practiced turned into minutes, then they turned into hours, hours became days, and days became weeks. Of course, we had to shorten the practice hours to prepare for the Athletic Festival, which I didn't do well in. we even had to shorten our time with our club customers for practice. Fortunately, the girls understood and said that they were excited for the play.
Finally it was time for the Cultural festival. There were classical music as well as many different genres of music from different corners of the world. Different kinds of food from all over the world as well, Honey-Senpai was especially into the desserts around the world exhibit. Art both modern and old, performances of all kinds, and a party in the grand ballroom where everyone was in their fanciest clothes. I guess they take the word 'Cultural' in Cultural Festival very literally here at Ouran.
We had some time before out play begins, so we just hang out, ate food, and looked at the other exhibits and shows. When about an hour and a half before our show, we went backstage to get ready.
Backstage:
As we walked towards the door to the backstage, we saw the Zuka Club do their performance. As usual, the Lobelia's show was exaggerated and gauge with those special effects and thick make-up. I just hope I never go through another of their screwball schemes of a play, once this is over.
"Are you ready for the play, Haruhi?" Hikaru asked. "As ready as I'll ever be." I said, "I just want this over with and never have to see that zany Zuka Club" "Ditto there!" Hikaru said. "I second that!" Kaoru agreed.
"WHAT HAPPENED BACK HERE?!" we heard Tamaki-Senpai yelled. Concerned, we ran to where the yell came from. The twins went ahead and then stopped suddenly, making me bump into them. "Hey don't just stop without warn…" I said. Then I saw the scene before me and let out a gasp of shock.
The backgrounds that the Host Club acquired were torned to smithereens, and the costumes that the twins' mother worked so hard to make were shredded into a million pieces. "WHAT HAPPENED HERE?!" I asked. "THAT'S WHAT I JUST ASKED HERE!" Tamaki-Senpai said. "We were about to get ready for the play and we just found it like this." Honey-Senpai said nearly at tears.
"DON'T LOOK AT ME! I DIDN'T PLACE A CURSE OR ANYTHING! IN FACT, I JUST DID SPELL THAT WILL PROTECT US FROM MISFORTUNE BEFORE, DURING, AND AFTER THE PLAY!" Nekozawa-Senpai yelled, waving his arms wildly, in case anyone got the wrong idea. "No one's blaming you Nekozawa-Senpai." I said. "But I wonder…" Hikaru started to say, "If that spell did lead to misfortunate." Kaoru finished.
"Who could have done all this?" Renge-Chan asked with a look of disbelief. "Actually it all has been caught on film." Kyoya-Senpai stated. He pulled up a laptop and brought up a security camera video file. On that file, the three members of the Zuka Club were doing random ballet moves and tearing the background and costumes and we have worked so hard to have put together. "The Zuka Club! I should have known!" Tamaki-Senpai gritted through his teeth, "Those witches will do anything to get Haruhi to join their Zuka Club!"
"What will we do? Cancel the show?" Kaoru asked. "BABIES WE CAN'T JUST GIVE UP LIKE THAT! OR WHAT KIND OF HOST CLUB MEMBERS ARE YOU!?" Renge-Chan said with her Medusa hair. "THAT'S RIGHT! WE CAN'T LET THOSE ZUKA AMAZONS WIN! AS THE SAYING GOES, THE SHOW MUST GO ON!" Tamaki-Senpai exclaimed, which was one of the times he had the right idea going.
"How are we going to do that in a matter of minutes, Senpai?" I asked. Then he paused for a moment. "I have no idea." he admitted. Then again, there's never a time he doesn't jump after looking.
"Don't worry about it. Remember the projecting backgrounds from the play the Zuka Club forced Haruhi to be in?" Kyoya-Senpai asked. "How can I forget?! You broadcast that embarrassing photo of me kissing Miss Kasugazaki in front of the whole school!" I grimaced at the thought of the memory. "Well I took the opportunity to purchase a system similar to it, in case something were to happen to the scenes, and I had Hikaru and Kaoru's Mother to make doubles of the costumes as well, if not needed, we could sell them." he said. "Way to think ahead, Kyoya-Senpai!" the twins exclaimed.
"ALRIGHT EVERYONE! THERE'S FIVE MINUTES UNTIL CURTAIN, SO GET THE FIRST SCENE UP AND THOSE IN THE FIRST SCENE GET INTO YOUR COSTUMES! WE HAVE A SHOW TO PUT ON!" Tamaki-Senpai said. "RIGHT!" we all exclaimed.
It was close, but we were able to get everything ready. In his French peasant outfit, Tamaki-Senpai went out onstage and made the announcement. "Madam and monsieur! Welcome to the Ouran Host Club's first play production! For your viewing pleasure, we have the tale of a brave young woman's fight for her beloved country and how she risked her life to bring courage and hope to her people against the brutish English. May we present to you, the Ouran Host Club's Version of 'Joan of Arc'!" he said. With that, the audience clapped, my dad being the loudest. At last, after all our hard work, the show has gone on.
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