Tamaki stayed through half of the next show; it was dull and monotonous in comparison. It was hard to believe that this was what the last band had opened for. Somehow, it made Tamaki sort of sad. Nevertheless, he remained through half of it, planning to meet the first band after. Each band pretty much left after they packed up. It was weird, he thought bands usually waited for their fans after; but it was a pretty small show after all. There were about three other people there, and they all seemed to be pretty devoted fans. He figured getting close to these people would help his research, but before he could try, the band came out.

The first one out was a tall girl. She had purple eyeshadow, and purple lips to match. She did not look like the type of person Tamaki would get along with. However he had the best luck with girls, so he figured he'd try. Just after he saw the other members. The next one was a bald man. Nothing in particular about him caught Tamaki's attention, except a slight resemblance to Kyoya. Next out was a somewhat young boy. His hair was silver, and he had a lip ring. Tamaki immediately thought of the twins. He wasn't sure if they'd love him or hate him, but it was definitely one of the two. He himself took an interest in what this boy would be like, after all he was not that much younger than him, and he was already making a living as a musician. The last one was the blonde guitarist. He'd already had an impression of this man from the girl he met about two hours before. From what he could gather, he was supposed to be nice; but for awkwardness sake, Tamaki made a mental note to avoid this one. Unfortunately though, judgment time was over, and it was time to talk to them. The rest of the fans were about to leave, time for the pressure.

"Hello." He went up to the singer. "I'm Tamaki."

"Hello, Tamaki." She blew a puff of smoke into his face. "What do you want?"

"Hey, Nana. Leave him alone, he's just a kid."

The bassist sighed with a face that said 'He's older than me.' in the background.

"I suppose. Sorry kid."

"Um..no. It-It's fine. Actually there is something I want."

"Which is?"

"I…" There was a dramatic cut scene with roses in the background. "am Tamaki Suoh and I am the king of Ouran High School's very famous and acclaimed Host Club. I came to see if you and your band would play at this week's meeting, Princess." He grabbed Nana's hand. She smacked it.

"Loser."

Tamaki looked, but alas, there were no emo corners anywhere. During Tamaki's search, the bald man whispered something into the singer's ear.

"Fine. We'll do it."

"Really?" Tamaki clasped his hands against his cheeks. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

"Just don't get to ahead of yourself, kid. You've still got a lot to learn."

"What does that mean?" He was thoroughly confused.

"Nothing. See you next Tuesday."

Tamaki was confused how she knew the meeting would be Tuesday, but he decided to focus on what it was he needed to learn. Either way, the Host Club would have some very interesting guests.

Tuesday had arrived, and Tamaki was very nervous. He was jumping off walls and eating almost all of the clubs chocolates. The rest of the club seemed fine, and Honey seemed a little bit excited. Mori, consequently, hovered over him. Haruhi was just glad to finally have some normal people in the club. To be honest, she actually liked punk music. Not enough to become a hardcore fan, but a little bit. The fangirl in her was actually coming out a little bit. The hosts' outfits were amazing. Each was hand sewn by the designer of a major fashion label. Each host looked entirely different in their costume. Even Honey looked a little bit rougher, not much though. He put effort in, putting a ripped up Union Jack on Usa-chan, though, the rest of the host club found his effort very cute.

The band walked in without hesitation. Most of the members were confused on how they knew all of this. They all seemed somewhat nice. All of the hosts seemed to gravitate to one of the band members. Tamaki was the only one to notice there was a glint of jealousy in Kaoru's eyes each time his brother talked to Shinichi. He, respectfully, ignored it. The band was all set up before long and everyone seemed to be getting along. Fifteen minutes before, Nana asked to talk to Tamaki, alone. No one noticed, but Haruhi took a little bit of time away from talking to Shin and the twins, to be jealous.

"Yes?" Tamaki asked, once they were out of range from the rest of the host club.

"I wanted to talk to you about someone."

"Who?" His voice was somewhat shaky.

"The girl you were with last night, the one with red hair and brown eyes, what was her name?"

"Nana, why?" He was now officially freaked out.

"Hmm… then she didn't tell you?"

"Are you? You're Nana Osaki, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"She told me."

"Listen, there's something I want to know. Do you think you could contact her?"

"I don't know how to, I think Haruhi has her number. But she doesn't know anything."

"Hmm… okay then." She turned and walked away.

"Okay what! What do you mean? I'm really getting sick of this disappearing stuff you know!"

She turned her head. "Get used to it."

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