Hello! Did any of you guys think that I abandoned this story? ...probably. I didn't want to post the next round yet, but I didn't know what to put as a filler chapter...Until I had another dream.

If you guys don't want to read this chapter, it's fine. Like I said, this is just a filler chapter, so it's a tad boring, and doesn't affect the story really. But if you have the time, please read! It's not that long AND it describes the runway building thing. Thanks to all who reviewed my last chapter, and the 4 people who took my poll ! Love you guys!

And in this story, magic doesnn't really exist... except Kero if I decide to put him in. So no cards. And if I decide to put Touya in, then he'll play a small role, maybe chaperoning the dance? Guys, if you have suggestions, please share!

"Come in!" a tall lady with short brown hair said. She was Sonomi, Tomoyo's mother. When she heard that Sakura was going to walk down the runway, she insisted that she let Sakura practice beforehand! "You look so cute! Even in your sweats!"

Sakura blushed. It seemed to run in Tomoyo's household that she were to be called cute at every visit. Even the maids squealed at the sight of her. "T-Thank you. Do you know why Tomoyo called me here?" Sakura was still clueless of the fact that she was practicing to be a model, for if she did, she would surely run away.

"Errmm… No. Not at all…" Sonomi lied uncomfortably.

Eyeing the woman suspiciously, she walked through the revolving doors, and stood there, eyes huge and jaw to the ground.

It was humongous! The inside of the building was shaped like a hexagon. On one side, there was a stage. Heavy velvety red curtains with gold trimmings hung over the stage, hiding most of it. Stairs descended from the edge of the circular stage, There was a runway that was attached to the middle of the stage. Not being too long, nor too short, it reached to the middle of the building, so that all the photographers could see the model. On the both sides of the hexagon next to the stage were TVs covering the entire wall. Each TV was separated into 4 screens. On one wall, the top screen had the sponsors displaying on a slideshow. On the other wall, there were pictures of Tomoyo in slideshow form. The second screen, on both walls would have a picture of the current model. The third and fourth screens on both walls would have 4 different view of the model. Currently, however, the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th screens were all black.

On the rest of the walls, there were balconies, for the photographers and audience. There were 4 levels in addition to the ground floor.

Taking all this in, Sakura wobbled to the runway, stood there, looking at the screens. Suddenly, the screens flicked off. Then, Tomoyo's voice came over the speakers giving instruction to the maids. They flicked back on, with pictures of Sakura playing along to "bouncy" music(A/N: You know, the music that makes you want to bounce in your seat and makes you smile)

"H-h-HOE???" Sakura cried out in surprise. Cherry blossoms were dumped from the ceiling and covered the stage, runway, and Sakura. "HOE? TOMOYO! WHAT IS THIS?" she screamed, understanding that it was set up for her to practice modeling.

Completely ignoring her, Tomoyo, who could be found on the top floor, yelling into the microphone, continued yelling instructions. The velvety curtain was pulled back, revealing a light pink curtain to hide back stage. Lights from the ceiling were flashing, to stimulate cameras.

Sakura let out a curse under her breath. This time, she measured her situation bad enough to be able to curse without feeling guilty. "TO-MO-YO!!!!!!! GET DOWN HERE!"

"Coming, my dear!" Tomoyo called sweetly into the mic. She took the elevator, and within seconds, she was dragging Sakura to the dressing rooms.

Being threatened by Tomoyo, ("If you don't follow my instructions, I'll cut the dress so it shows off your butt") Sakura sat down in a chair, with Tomoyo lecturing her.

"So, as you figured out, I will be teaching you how to model my clothes today." Tomoyo began. Before Sakura could even utter any words out, she continued, "And I don't care if you think that it's a waste of time because Syaoran's not going to pick you. My Sakura's going to look ten times better than that…Stacey…" Tomoyo said her name with venom heavily dripping from it. True, Stacey wasn't bad. She was just your average prep, taking it a little too far. It wasn't her fault that her parents were never home, to correct her mistakes and give her the attention she wanted. But if anyone tried to take Syaoran away from her Sakura, she would have to pay.

"T-Tomoyo? Syaoran's not mine." Sakura noted cautiously, not wanting her dress to get shorter.

Tomoyo blushed, realizing she said the last part out loud. "Hmm…" she sighed, dismissing that comment, "I think we'll make you practice with your sweats on. No need to dress you up." Yet.

"Okay! When this light turns green," Tomoyo pointed to a little light above the entrance to the stage. "You start walking!" Tomoyo hurried onto the runway. "Okay! Just walk down the runway!"

Sakura casually walked back and forth on the runway.

Tomoyo climbed onto the stage. Rolling up the magazine she was holding, she started to whack Sakura somewhat lightly. "Shoulders back! Stand up straight! Smile!"

Sakura tried it again and again, until her smile was genuine, and her walk became a strut.

"Now to do your routine! Enter stage. Strut. Strut. Twirl. Wink. Strut. Strut. Exit Stage. Got it?"

Sakura cringed while winking, earning another whack. "Why do I have to wink at Syaoran?"

"Because it makes you look cuter!" Tomoyo replied, as if that's the most obvious thing in the world.

After many tries, Sakura finally nailed the twirl, and winked without cringing.

"Alright! Time to put you in a dress!"

The dress was a simple sundress. Nothing special. But it made Sakura feel pretty, therefore strutting more confidently. Unfortunately, she still hated it.

"Why do I have to do this? It's not like Syaoran's gonna pick me anyway!" Sakura complained, even though Tomoyo already explained, "He only picked me as the tenth contestant to torture me!"

"Exactly- in order to let you have the full experience of modeling, you must strut and strut and twirl-" Tomoyo replied.

"Enough practicing! I got it already!" Sakura cried anxiously, pulling away from Tomoyo's cluctches. Shrinking from Tomoyo's glare, she strutted down the runway, and exited the stage gracefully. "Happy? Can I please get out of this dress now?"

"Fine." Tomoyo grumbled.

Hurriedly, Sakura changed back into her sweats, and gave Tomoyo the dress. With a grunt, Sakura stomped towards the door. I've been stomping a lot lately…she thought to herself. Oh well. I'll do whatever it takes to get Syaoran a date! He deserves a girlfriend who loves him. And that will stop girls from fawning over him. She giggled at the thought. Just last week, a bold curly haired brunette glomped him and refused to let go until he admitted that she was cute. Tomoyo got it all on tape and gave it to the girl, to the horror of Syaoran. The rest of the week had girls curling their hair like their life depended on it.

"Hey! Get your butt back here Sakura! I said you can get out of the dress! Not stop practicing! Now get on these 4 inch heels and get back to strutting!"

Sakura looked at the body guards forcing her back to Tomoyo. Eyeing the heels in Tomoyo's hands, only two words occurred in her mind. Oh. Crap.

Did you like it? Did you even read it? If you read it, please review! Critics are welcome, as always. I'm not expecting many reviews for this one though, so if you don't feel like it's worth reviewing, don't bother! I still love you guys either way. XD

mmm... The next chapter will be Round 3. See ya!