I got lucky again and managed to find a choreography video that has clean sound too. Apparently this was the taping of an exclusive performance for Westlife fans that won some sort of drawing. Since I don't think they usually do this song with choreography when they do it in concert, it's kind of cool to see.

Westlife's "I Lay My Love on You": youtube…com/watch?v=o18-Xu75B2A

"Hello!" Nami called out as she walked onstage. "Is everyone enjoying the concert so far?"

Loud claps and shouts of affirmation filled the room.

"I think you can do better than that!" she grinned. "I asked, 'Is everyone enjoying the concert so far?!'"

Cheers, ear-piercing whistles, and thunderous applause shook the building.

"That's more like it!" she laughed in delight. "We're going to do a little something special now. What do you think of that?"

In the wings, the boys looked at one another in confusion and irritation as the audience screamed and hollered their approval.

"What the heck is she doing?" Ryoutaro hissed. "Does anyone know anything about this?!"

The other four shook their heads.

"I think it's safe to say Amou-san has decided to surprise everyone," Azuma murmured.

"Lovely," Len grumbled.

"But…it's not…as if…it's…the first time…."

"True," Azuma nodded. "Like when she made us do that impromptu photo shoot at the end of dress rehearsal."

"And…autograph all…the tickets…" Keiichi added as he shook his hand at the memory. His fingers had been cramped for days.

"And have her choose our clothes," Kazuki piped up.

"Actually," Len leveled a disgruntled look at his senpai, "that was your idea Hihara-senpai." He still hadn't forgiven him for suggesting it (albeit inadvertently). Amou-san's second visit to his home had been every bit as horrible as her first if not more, especially with his grandparents hinting oh so subtly afterward about how refreshing it was to meet some of his friends and what a nice young lady she was. "Ugh," he shuddered. No, just…no.

"Yeah," Ryoutaro agreed as he shot the trumpet player a withering look. Having Amou follow him home and raid his closet had been unbelievably awkward. "The next time you get a bright idea Hihara-senpai, keep it to yourself. That one sucked just as bad as the acting one."

Kazuki nodded meekly. "Got it. Sorry."

"What are…these…?"

"Huh?" the other four turned to the golden-haired boy who stood over by the props table.

Kazuki held up the items in bewilderment. "White chocolate and flowers?"

"Wait, there's a note," Azuma picked it up and handed it to Len who was standing by a light.

The violinist's mouth pulled down into a deep frown. "According to this, we're to each take a piece of chocolate and a carnation with us when she calls us onstage."

Ryoutaro snatched away the paper. "That's it? There's got to be more." He was right, of course, but when he did find the more, his face pulled into a frightening scowl that could rival even Len's on a really bad day. Sometimes it really sucked to be right. Crumpling up the paper and tossing it violently to the floor, he cursed, "She kindly reminded us that this falls under the stipulations of completing the concert."

Len's eye twitched in annoyance. Thank goodness he was going to be moving to a completely different continent where Nami Amou would never bother him again.

"Hey, guys," the stage manager came around the corner, "you're on soon! Why aren't you ready?" He bustled over and distributed the stuff in Kazuki's hands.

"Do you know what we're supposed to do with these?" Azuma asked the second-year.

"Huh? Amou-san didn't tell you?" Noticing her give the signal, he gave them an apologetic look and said, "Sorry, but there's no time to explain. Just play along. It'll become pretty self-explanatory."

And so, amidst great applause, the five of them filed out into the unknown.

Grinning widely at them, Nami turned back to the crowd. "Now let's get this show on the road!" Holding up a large, clear jar, she gave it a good shake and asked, "Who do you think should draw our first contestant for this Chocolate and Flower Event?"

The din was so loud and confusing, no name could be distinguished over the others.

"Uh, hmm…well, that didn't work," she laughed. "How about we just do this in performance order?" Holding out the jar to Ryoutaro, she smiled. "Alright, Tsuchiura-kun, you're up first. Let's see who the lucky girl is!"

He raised his eyebrows. "Girl?"

The others looked at one another. They were starting to get an inkling of what was going on.

With a shrug, Ryoutaro fished a slip of paper from the bowl. Moving his cordless mike a little closer to his mouth, he asked, "Seat N19?"

Gasps of surprise and delight could be heard from the general vicinity of the seat.

"Alright!" Nami beamed. "Come on down!" Turning to Len, she held out the bowl. "Your turn Tsukimori-kun!"

With a disgruntled glare, he snatched a paper off the top. "D6," he read.

"Oh my gosh! I can't believe it!" a feminine voice could be heard near the front as she congratulated her friend.

Keiichi slowly dipped his and into the bowl and churned the contents before retrieving a ticket. "Seat…V30…."

A gasp of astonishment and claps could be heard in the back.

As Nami offered Azuma the bowl, shouts of, "Choose me, Yunoki-sama! No, me!" could be heard popcorning loudly all over the auditorium. With a charming smile and a bow to his fans, Azuma plucked a winner. "K103?"

An ear-piercing shriek of pure delight shrilled over the groans of disappointment.

"And last, but not least?"

Kazuki nervously stuck his and into the bowl and pulled out a number. "Umm…Seat S124?"

A murmur of curiosity rippled through the auditorium as a strange girl rose from her seat to answer the summons.

As the girls came up one-by-one, Nami conducted a short interview.

When the first person, a brown-haired first-year music student, came up, she grabbed the girl by the arm and held the microphone up to her face. "Hello! Can you introduce yourself and tell us who drew your name?"

"Umm…I'm Megumi Shouji, a first-year piano student in Class 1-D." Her teal eyes flicked over to the cool gaze of the violinist she had always admired. "Tsukimori-senpai drew my seat."

"Very nice, very nice," Nami nodded as she nudged the girl to go stand by the ice prince. As she turned, she recognized the next girl. "Mori-san! Good to see you. Tell us about yourself."

The golden-brown-haired girl smiled back. "Hello! I'm Manami Mori, a second-year piano student from Class 2-A," her blue eyes twinkled with amusement, "and Tsuchiura-kun picked me."

"Ooh, looks like we've got the makings of the Piano Romance, huh?" Nami winked at the audience who responded accordingly as Ryoutaro's cheeks flamed hot.

A girl with cropped tan locks and a General Studies' uniform mounted the stage next. With a smile that stretched from ear-to-ear, she walked toward Nami and greeted, "Hi Amou-chan!" Looking starry-eyed, she gushed, "I was chosen by Yunoki-senpai!"

"Looks like you lucked out, huh?" the fellow Gen. Ed. girl teased.

"Yup!" she chirped happily, oblivious to the murderous aura that emanated from a large portion of the crowd. Seeming to remember herself, she gave a perky smile to the audience and bowed. "Mio Takato, General Studies' Class 2-2." As she finished, she beamed at the glass-green-haired girl who slowly ascended with shaky steps. "Fuyuumi-chan! You got picked too?"

Smiling weakly, the other girl nodded. "Yes, s-somehow or another."

Holding out the mike, Nami encouraged, "Alright, you know the spiel."

Fidgeting nervously, Shouko stuttered, "Sh-Sh-Shouko F-Fuyuumi, Class 1-A, first-year clarinet student." Her light pink eyes meeting her fellow first-year's aqua, she murmured very softly, "Shimizu-kun chose my seat."

Nodding, Nami shooed both girls over to their respective boys. Not seeing anyone else, she called into her microphone, "Would the person in Seat S124 please come onstage?"

"I'm here," a voice called from the other side of the stage.

Nami's eyes widened a bit at the elegant beauty before her. In a pristine white-with-blue-trim sailor uniform, the sweet-faced young girl before her seemed to sparkle. Who was this golden-eyed beauty with cascading hair so purple it almost became brown? She certainly wasn't a Seiso student.

"Miyabi?" Mouths dropped open all across the room as the purple prince strode over to the girl with a strange mixture of confusion, sternness, and the slightest touch of worry in his eyes. "What are you doing here?"

"I take it you know one another…?" Nami asked when she finally regained her voice.

The mystery maiden simply smiled calmly at the man beside her. "I wanted to watch my older brother's performance."

Loud whispers and gasps filled the room as conversation buzzed. Yunoki-sama's younger sister?!

Leaning in more closely, Miyabi murmured in his ear, "Don't worry, Grandmother doesn't know." She gave him an impish grin. "As funny as it would be if she did know, I don't think either of us want to borrow that kind of trouble."

Azuma simply nodded in response, but some of the tension went out of his stance.

"What're you two whispering about over there?" Nami butt in.

"Nothing in particular," Miyabi deflected. Bowing to the audience, she introduced herself. "Hello. I'm Miyabi Yunoki, a third-year middle school student at Eitoku Academy on the other side of town. As you can guess, Hihara-san is my partner for this event." Smiling over at Kazuki, she bowed slightly. "I'm looking forward to it, Hihara-san."

Kazuki gave her a frank smile and bobbed his head. "Same to you, Miyabi-chan."

Giving him a sly smile, Azuma teased, "Are you trying to put the moves on my little sister, Hihara?"

"Wh-wh-wh-what?!" he yelped as his face turned deathly pale.

"He's just teasing you, Hihara-senpai," Len called over with an impatient air as both Yunokis chuckled at Kazuki's reaction. As kind of funny as it was to watch Hihara-senpai squirm (still hadn't forgiven him for the clothing thing), could they get this show on the road? The sooner this concert was over, the sooner all this boy band business would be out of his hair.

Kazuki pouted childishly at his best friend. "Yunoki, you're so mean!" he whined.

"Sorry, sorry. I couldn't resist," Azuma apologized as he bit back a snicker.

"In any case," Nami cut in pointedly before turning her attention back to the audience "let's get this Chocolate and Flower Event on the road, shall we?!"

The room was filled with loud cheers and whistles.

"Alright guys, as I said earlier, you'll give the chocolate and flower to the girl," Nami grinned and held up neon glow sticks, "and one of these so you can sing your next solo to her."

The looks they gave her would have withered up the Pacific. Yippee, yet another surprise.

"Mmm…first, let's have…Tsukimori-kun go." All eyes riveted on the violinist.

Taking a moment to glare daggers at the journalist, Len turned to the pianist with a sigh and thrust both the chocolate and flower out at her with his left hand. "Here. Happy White Day."

As Megumi reached out to take the items, Nami batted them away and rounded on the boy. "Oh, come on, Tsukimori-kun. Surely you can do it more romantically than that! Do you not agree?" she asked the audience who roared in response.

He could feel a migraine coming on.

"Actually…I don't mind."

Both second-years looked at the first-year in surprise.

Taking the items from his hand, she smiled and bowed briefly. "Thank you for the chocolate and the carnation, Tsukimori-senpai." Meeting his eyes for a split second, she bowed again more deeply. "I know you'll do well in Vienna, and I look forward to hearing you perform again someday."

After a pregnant pause, he responded. "Thank you…." As he looked at her, there was a hint of something funny in his eyes, as if he were truly noticing her for the first time.

With a shrug, Nami broke a bright blue glow stick and handed it to Len, who then handed it to Megumi. He frowned sharply at the reporter when she kicked his shin lightly. "What?"

"You should at least escort her off the stage, Tsukimori-kun."

With a sigh, his pale gold eyes met her clear teal ones. "Shall we?"

As they walked off, Nami smiled over at the piano pair. "Alright, Tsuchiura-kun, you're up."

Pink staining his cheeks, Ryoutaro ran a hand through his hair awkwardly. Man, this was embarrassing. He snuck a glance at the girl beside him and was glad to see she was simply smiling and waiting for him. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. Clearing his throat, he gave Manami a frank smile and offered her the stuff in his hands. "Ah, here you are, Mori. Happy White Day."

"Thank you, Tsuchiura-kun," she graciously accepted the gifts and the neon green glow stick he handed her after that.

"You're row N?"

"Yes."

He nodded to himself and stuffed his hands in his pants pockets. "I'll walk you back."

She beamed. "Thank you."

His face pinkening a little more, he motioned with his head for them to go, and they walked off.

"And now…Yunoki-senpai?"

Azuma hid a smirk. If it was theatrics they wanted, theatrics they'd get. Turning on the charm, the air shimmered until a veritable garden of pristine, sparkling roses appeared around him. Taking Mio's hands into one of his own, he pressed the chocolate and flower into them and bowed deeply over their clasped hands. "Happy White Day, Takato-san."

"Th-th-thank y-y-you!" she squealed in rapture. If evil auras of vicious, raw jealousy were present, Mio didn't notice. She was in seventh heaven.

"Did you know, Takato-san, the carnation is a symbol of love, and the red carnation in particular represents longing and admiration."

As Azuma handed Mio the purple glow stick, cries of, "Yunoki-sama is so knowledgeable!" and, "That's Yunoki-sama for you! To understand the language of flowers is a true mark of his refined upbringing!" and other variations on the theme of lauding how profound and brilliant he was burst out all over the auditorium.

Kazuki was a little glad when Nami chose Keiichi to go next. I mean who in their right minds wanted to follow that?

Keiichi solemnly fixed his aqua eyes to Shouko's light pink. "Fuyuumi-san…."

"Y-y-yes, Sh-Shimizu-k-k-kun?"

He smiled gently, making the air glitter around him like stars. "Happy…White Day…." He slowly held out the chocolate.

"Th-thank you," Shouko bobbed her head quickly in thanks, before turning to flee off the stage.

"Fuyuumi-san…?"

"Umm…y-yes?"

He held up the carnation. "You forgot…this…."

Her face flamed scarlet. "Oh, yes, umm, th-thank you."

He walked it over and pressed the flower into her free hand. "Shall we…?"

As the two first years walked off the stage, Nami ran after them waving a yellow glow stick in the air. "You forgot the glow stick, Shimizu-kun! Man, why are you so forgetful?!"

Kazuki felt his body seize up when he realized he and Miyabi-chan were the only ones left in the center of the stage. A cold sweat came over him. Yunoki might've been joking earlier, but would this be considered putting the moves on his sister?! He wouldn't hold this against him, would he? I mean it's not like he had a choice in the matter, right?!

Coldness suddenly gripped his heart. But more importantly than Yunoki, what would Kaho-chan think? Would she think he was interested in Miyabi-chan if he gave her the carnation? He drooped a little bit. Would she even care? They were only friends; there was no reason for her to be jealous or anything like that.

He mussed up his hair uncertainly. He supposed regardless of what Kaho-chan and Yunoki would think, he had to give Miyabi-chan the carnation and white chocolate. He may not like her like her, but he couldn't jilt his best friend's kid sister in front of the whole school! Miyabi-chan was a nice, smart girl. Surely she wouldn't misunderstand.

Decision made, he turned to the girl and opened his mouth. "Happy White Day, Miyabi-cha-" His eyes practically bugged out of his head as he stared at his empty hands. What happened to the stuff? He quickly checked the floor and his pockets in a fluster. Where did they go?!

"Hihara-san?"

He looked up to see her smiling back at him and holding the missing items. "Hah?!" he pointed at her in shock. "Miyabi-chan…did I give you the stuff already?" He was so confused!

She giggled. "You looked really distracted, so I took them from you." She smiled and bowed. "Thank you for the chocolate and the carnation, Hihara-san. I hope we will continue to be friends."

He almost wanted to weep with joy. That was exactly the out he needed. "Of course, Miyabi-chan!" he grinned down at her and gave her a victory sign.

"Ahem," Nami cleared her throat and flicked Kazuki on the forehead with an orange glow stick. Completely unrepentant in the face of the injured, pouty look he gave her, she asked, "Do you think you can at least give her this, Hihara-senpai?"

"That hurt, Amou-chan!" Kazuki complained loudly as he took the glow stick, unconscious of the loud giggling that had been pouring out from the seats in a steady stream since he had checked out earlier.

"Sorry," Nami stated. She was very obviously not sorry. "But please get Yunoki-san back to her seat quickly so we can continue, Hihara-senpai. Everyone else is back already."

He looked over at the amused/zoned out/bored looks of the others and nodded. "Oh, right. Sorry." Motioning with his head, Kazuki smiled down at the middle schooler. "Let's go, Miyabi-chan."

She nodded with a smile and quickly followed him off the stage.

Once Kazuki got back a few minutes later, he lined up in the middle of the stage with the others. Show time.

From left-to-right, Len, Ryoutaro, Azuma, Keiichi, and Kazuki stood under the filtered spotlights that gave the air a misty quality to them.

A guitar strummed to signal for quiet, and they were off.

Azuma smiled placidly out into the dark, his eyes skimming the crowd. "Just a smile and the rain is gone," he moved his hand to himself and pointed back out, "Can hardly believe it, yeah." Fixing his eyes on a purple glow, he nodded and beamed even more charmingly. "There's an angel standing next to me / Reaching for my heart"

On the last word, he moved back toward Ryoutaro as he moved forward so the five of them formed a trapezoid. Spreading their arms out into a jump, they rocked out.

Ryoutaro smiled over at the green glow stick. "Just a smile and there's no way back." Whip across and kick. "Can hardly believe it." Pivot.

"Yeah," the others called out as they leaned right and swept their bodies over.

He nodded to the light again. "But there's an angel, calling me," arms out, cross down, "Reaching for my heart."

As they grooved around, Keiichi came to the center and gazed at the glimmer of yellow in the back. "I know that I'll be ok now"

Together. "This time"

"It's real"

Up, and up, sweep arm right. "I lay my love on you," they sang together. "It's all I wanna do." Small kicks. "Every time I breathe I feel brand new." Left point, spin, sweep arms out and step. "You opened up my heart / Show me all your love, and walk right through." They switched lines and slowly swept their arms out at their sides. "As I lay my love on you"

Slide and spin. Len took center stage.

Pointing to himself, he stated, "I was lost in a lonely place," face side, and pivot back. "Could hardly believe it"

As they all jumped into another slow rock, his eyes homed in on the blue stick over on the left. "Yeah"

Shake head and snap, shake head and snap. "Holding on to yesterday." As he flung out his arms, he could sort of make out her face in the dim light, "Far, far too long."

Keiichi moved forward to Ryoutaro's right as they moved into a new formation. "Now I believe its ok cause this time it's real"

In four parts, they harmonized, "I lay my love on you." They flapped their left hands across as if to brush away past regrets. "It's all I wanna do," and bounce, "Every time I breathe I feel brand new / You opened up my heart." Sweep over to the right, out, and back together, "Show me all your love, and walk right through." Switch lines.

"Oh yeah," Azuma interjected as he settled into the left-back corner.

"As I lay my love on you," they pointed out to the audience.

Grooving and clapping, they moved back into a single line—Azuma, Ryoutaro, Len, Kazuki, and Keiichi.

Pointing out, and gazing up earnestly into the dark, Keiichi truthfully proclaimed, "I never knew that love could feel so good."

Catching sight of orange, Kazuki grinned and waved energetically with both arms before looking out across the dark, imagining a different pair of golden eyes. "Like a once in a lifetime / You change my world"

The other four punched down and began to roam behind him. "I"

"I lay my love on you," Kazuki pointed out then forward.

"You"

"You make me feel brand new," he cried as he touched his chest.

Gesturing and closing their eyes, their voices soared together. "Show me your love, and walk right through"

"Oh yeah," Ryoutaro grinned as they moved into an M with the taller boys in the front and the shorter in the back arranged by vocal part.

"As I lay my love," Kazuki started before launching into the chorus with the others.

"I lay my love on you / It's all I wanna do / Every time I breathe I feel brand new"

"Feel brand new," Len belted as the others spun.

"You opened up my heart / Show me all your love, and walk right through"

As they swept their arms up, Kazuki's voice rang out clear and strong, "Cause I lay my love."

"I lay my love on you," the others joined in as they wandered about gesturing out to the screaming crowd.

"I lay my love on you," Len sang to the left.

"Oh," Keiichi reached out to the back.

"You"

Ryoutaro nodded to the right. "You make me feel brand new"

Together again. "You opened up my heart / Show me all your love, and walk right through"

"Oh yeah," Keiichi crooned.

"As I lay my love on you." They backed up to center stage again.

Azuma smiled toward the center and pointed across the hall. "As I lay my love on you"

Applause unlike anything they had heard before thundered through the auditorium.

Smiling at each other, the boys bowed and headed offstage. They'd let Nami take care of the band and stage crew appreciations.

As Nami brushed past them in the wings, she hissed, "Head back onstage as soon as you switch out your mikes, and don't forget the bouquet."

They all looked at her retreating back like she had just grown another five heads. Wasn't that the last number? And what bouquet? Hadn't they already grabbed all the flowers?

Oblivious to their stares, she swept up to the front where a lone spotlight illuminated the stage. "Before we continue, I would like to take a moment to recognize all the people that have helped to make this concert a reality. Give it up for our fabulous stage crew and band!" Enthusiastic claps and whistles roared from the throng. She grinned. "And now, the moment you've all been waiting for: the winner of our Song and Flower Event!" Nami declared to loud cheers and stamps from the audience.

Song and Flower Event?! They were starting to wish they had actually listened to what the heck she had been saying before this last number. Who knew what they'd have to do next. Wait…song? What song?!

"Drumroll please."

The percussionist complied.

Fishing into the bowl, Nami announced, "And our lucky winner is…" she pulled out a slip, "K107!"

Poor boys. Nami just keeps pulling stunt after stunt, and they just have to try and keep up. Goodness this chapter was lengthy. Even though it's less than 4,000 words, it ended up spanning about nine pages! I guess that's what happens when you're trying to juggle eleven people having conversations with each other.

I noticed that a lot of people like non-canon pairings, so I thought I'd give them a little nod just because. Since none of the boys actually like any of those other girls (keeping it canon-compliant), I figured it wouldn't hurt.

Thought I'd experiment with having things happen in the present day and flow directly into the song. I'm not totally certain if I like it better like this or like what I did in "Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays" in "Just a Little Holiday Blackmail," but I suppose it worked alright.

Theatre seating is really weird. For some reason, if you are on the stage facing the audience, all the seats on the right are odd numbers and all the ones on the left are evens. On the two respective sides, the numbers start from the center-most seats (relative to the center of the stage), and go up. And the center seats start from 100 and go up left-to-right. If there are two center sections, then they'll do the left-odd, right-even thing again. I guess it works, but it almost seems like it would be easier to just start from the left and go up starting from one, y'know? I had to reassign seats so many times so the distribution of seats wasn't too biased toward a certain section. First people were in row this, then they were in row that, then I'd switch them from the left side to the right side and back again. It was kind of a mess. XD

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