If Chris doesn't lose his voice for a week after this, it will be a fucking miracle. There are two more musical numbers after this and he is not sure if he can keep himself from fainting.

Join the drama club, they said!

It will be fun, they said!

You need the extra credits if you don't want to flunk the semester, they said!

After this is over, he is going to make King and Yuki carry him everywhere. After all, it's their fault he got involved in this mess to begin with and had to wear these stupid heeled boots for weeks.

Seriously, who even cares about this stupid play anyways?

"Magnificent! Absolutely wonderful!"

The sudden praise alerted the blonde and made him stiffen. He turned around and ended up face to face with Jack, fellow classmate and director of this stupid play.

"Chris, you channel Erik's tortured soul so flawlessly! I swear the Phantom himself blessed you with such a beautiful singing voice!" The pink haired teen handed his actor a water bottle and excitedly patted him on the back.

The blonde teenager looked away. Obviously, Jack cared more about this stupid musical than anyone here.

Well…It is expected, he is the passionate artist type…He is a dork.

"And the way you held your posture at the end! My goodness! I could have swore you were pulling a prank on me when I saw your name in the audition sign-up sheet. But you turned out to be a beautiful diamond in the rough!" Jack couldn't stop fawning over his colleague's performance. "How do you do it?"

He bit his tongue. Did Jack really have to use the word beautiful?

Chris didn't say anything. He felt his face start to heat up in a flush, so he grabbed the water bottle and acted as relaxed as possible.

He is probably feeling warm because of this stupid mask…Yeah that had to be it.

"I dunno. I read my lines, I guess." He forcibly shrugged and looked away as he took a sip of his water.

For some reason, that response drove Jack into shedding a tear.

"A true prodigy." He whispered in such a dramatic manner. "You are perfect."

Chris almost chokes on his water after he heard the other say those words. Thankfully, Jack didn't seem to notice or care.

"Alright! Places, everyone!" The pink haired student shouted, attracting everyone's attention as they worked on their respective duties. "The intermission is almost over and "Point of No Return" is next! Bring the cloak, quick!"

Before Chris knew it, someone had thrown the signature black cloak on top of him. He heard the person mumble, "Jack's hussy." So, he had an idea of who it was.

"I heard that, Julian!" Jack yelled before Chris could even pull the fabric off his head. "Keep that attitude and I'll tell Professor DJ! Help him put the dang thing on!"

Julian groaned and forced Chris inside the cloak. To the other blonde's dismay, he kept talking.

"You are not even that talented." Julian mumbled. "You just got this role because your boyfriend is a nepotist."

Chris rolled his eyes. Julian of all people talking about nepotism would be hilarious if it wasn't so annoying.

Besides, did he just call Jack his boyfriend?

HA!

As if!

Chris would never be interested in such an…Artistic weirdo.

"Don't you have to go put on fake blood, extra?" Chris might as well have spit venom at Julian's face when he said that.

"He's right, you know? Go get your makeup ready!" Jack didn't even bother looking up from his clipboard.

And just like that, Julian stomped out and Chris smirked.

"Alright, where's my Raoul?!" Jack asked, looking around and getting visibly more frustrated. "Raoul! Raoul, where-Oh for Webber's sake! King! Get your ass here!"

He kept searching until he spotted his blue haired actor playing around with the props.

"Take that!" King flicked his sword clumsily at Masamune, "Ha ha! Now the opera house is mine! Ashes to ashes, old man!"

"Never! You will keep paying rent until the French revolution takes us both out!" Masamune blocked King's attack swiftly with one hand while brushing his fake mustache with the other. "You'll never get your deposit back for as long as I live!"

"Put those swords down, both of you!"

Jack's shout put a stop to their improvised fight scene, the young couple did as they were told and dropped the props on the ground.

"Sorry! We were just-" King tried to excuse himself but was interrupted.

"I don't want to hear it! Go change!" Jack pointed him to the clothing rack behind him. "And for fuck's sake, Masamune! Stop fidgeting with your mustache!"

The aforementioned Masamune yelped and put his hands behind his back immediately, "Sorry! It's just so addictive!"

King nudged his boyfriend with his elbow, "Not to mention dashing!"

Masamune snorted at King's comment, "King, stooop!"

"Make me!" The blue haired teen giggled before poking the other's fake mustache.

Jack crossed his arms, "King!"

"What?" King rolls his eyes as he is forced to pull away from his boyfriend.

"Costume change. Now!" The director pointed at the clothing rack once more.

King groaned and followed his classmate's orders. He didn't get why Jack was such a killjoy.

Everything was going perfectly fine!

Masamune was about to follow his boyfriend to help him with his costume, but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.

"Masamune, where the fuck is your monocle?" Jack's teeth gritted when he asked that question. You could tell he was about to blow in anger.

The black haired teenager blinked in confusion, "Huh? It's on my face, why?"

Jack rolls his eyes, "Check again."

Masamune touches the left side of his face, where such an important part of his costume should be, "Huh? What are you- Oh shit! Not again!"

The young student started panicking as he searched the floor carefully.

"Ugh! Just make sure to find it before intermission is over! I can't have Monsieur Firmin going out without his monocle!" The director sighed again and started walking away.

Jack swears if anything else goes wrong, he will follow the steps of the Phantom and commit actual murder himself.

Thankfully, the person he was looking for appeared in front of him in a matter of seconds.

"Uh, Jack-"

"Oh, Madoka! Thank goodness I found you." The pink haired teenager sighs in relief. "Please tell me you made a spare monocle because Masamune lost it again!"

Madoka winced, "Actually…We have bigger problems right now."

….Oh shit.

"What?! What are you talking about?!" Jack blinks in confusion and turns around to glare at another one of his actors. "Did Tetsuya try to lock Chris inside the broom closet and steal the show again?! I will fucking kill you, you crab-freak! Don't you fucking test me!"

Tetsuya ran for his life.

"No! No, it's not that!" Madoka grabbed the director's arm and dragged him to where many of the ropes were tied.

Jack quickly noticed Kyoya trying to pull two ropes, seemingly frustrated by the way he was cursing his heart out at an inanimate object.

"I'm done! Just give me a knife and I'll cut them!" The green haired student practically barked at Madoka.

"No!" The young brunette shouted back, "No knives for you!"

"...What happened?" If looks could kill, Jack would have already murdered these two.

Madoka noticed the fury in the director's face and winced.

"Uh…Gingka's pulley is jammed and he's been stuck there since his death scene." She explained hesitantly.

The director looked up and immediately saw the redheaded teenager hanging on top of them. The poor boy was looking down at him with a nervous smile.

"Hey, Jack! I'm sorry! I did my best to be silent, but I really have to pee now!" Gingka apologized in embarrassment. "Please pull me down!"

"What do you think we've been trying to do for two acts?!" Kyoya groaned, he kept pulling the ropes, a lot harder this time.

"Kyoya, don't do that! You are just pulling him higher!" Madoka shouted, trying to make him stop.

Gingka screamed as his body was being slowly elevated even further.

Jack's left eye twitches and he grips his clipboard so hard, he almost breaks it in half.

"You mean to tell me…He's been hanging there since the ballet scene?!" Jack hisses at the two of them.

Gingka shrugged and took off the prop rope around his neck to simulate his death by hanging, "I mean…I don't love it, but it was pretty fun to see the play from here!...But I really need to pee right now so…Please pull me down?"

The teenager's answer just made Jack angrier, which Kyoya and Madoka noticed immediately.

"We didn't know what to do! We tried everything!" Kyoya grumbled angrily.

"We need to use a ladder to get him down! We can't drop the chandelier with him up there, he'll get hurt!" Madoka tried to reason with her classmate.

"Pff, he'll be fine. It's made out of paper." The green haired teen crossed his arms.

"It's very heavy paper!" Madoka reminded him.

"Ugh, for fuck's sake, give me that!" Jack took a turn at pulling the ropes, but it was useless. "Argh! Fuck! Someone bring me a goddammed ladder that reaches the fucking roof! Now!"

His entire tech crew started running around looking for the ladder…And to escape the pinknette's fury.

However, a certain blonde appeared next to him.

"Uh…Jack?"

"What, Chris?! What?!" He didn't mean to yell, but he was so exasperated.

Chris didn't seem to mind about the emotions running high and kept his resting bitch face.

"...Julian ripped my shirt." The blonde pulled out a white shirt with puffy shirts with a ripped v-neck, "But if he tells you I slapped him, he's lying."

Jack's eye twitch came back. That garment used to be a beautiful, carefully crafted, poet blouse…And now it looks like a gaudy pirate shirt.

"...Motherfuc- UGH! You know what?! Fuck it! Open shirt it is!" The director declared turning around. "I don't care if the audience sees your entire chest, put that shit on and get ready!"

Chris actually smirked at Jack's aggressiveness, "Okay…Let's just hope the principal doesn't kill us when I walk out looking like a french harlot." He only half-joked. To be honest, he wouldn't be surprised if he ends up in detention after playing this role.

Jack rolled his eyes, "Oh please, I'm surprised the school approved this musical to begin with! Half of it is practically foreplay! Now go!" He shouted and went back to his clipboard. "Okay, we have two minutes! Where is that ladder?!"

Jack looked up at his tech crew, which was still frantically running around, and noticed a certain brunette running to the other side of the stage.

"Hey! What are you doing with those props?!" Jack almost growled at the boy with glasses. "And where the hell is my Christine?! She is supposed to be ready for the scene!"

"A-ah! Sorry! Motti forgot these when she changed costumes! B-but she is already in position, I was just helping her!" Yuki panicked but did his best to not drop the basket or the flower crown.

Frankly, Yuki expected Jack to yell louder. So, it was a surprise to see him laugh almost hysterically.

"Oh, thank you, Yuki!" Jack waved his arms around. "Thank you for being the only member of this crew who is not fucking me today! Thanks!"

Yuki blinks in confusion, "Uh….You are welcome?"

"Go! Two minutes!"

The anxious teen shrieks again and goes back to his task, "Y-yes, sir!"

Motti was about to step out of her spot to help Yuki find her props. However, she could hear Jacks screaming and she did not want to be anywhere near it.

"S-sorry I took so long!" A familiar voice makes itself present next to her.

Sighing in relief, the young girl didn't waste any time and took her basket and flower crown, "Meow, thanks!"

Yuki nods, he also looks relieved. He probably is also happy and thankful for not being at the receiving end of Jack's fury.

However, the boy realizes something immediately.

"Wait, your microphone!" He notices the device has gotten entangled with Motti's flower crown.

Before the young girl could react, her boyfriend was already fixing the accessories on her head. He made sure to place them carefully and brushed away any loose hair strands that messed with her angelic look.

Motti couldn't help but to giggle at how attentive Yuki was with her hair. She knew he didn't just care about the show going perfectly. More than anyone, he was aware of how much effort she had put into this role and wanted to help her as much as possible.

"Meow, how do I look?!" Motti giggled, holding the red skirt of her gown and waving it around.

Yuki couldn't help but to smile and blush when he saw the red petals of her flower crown flutter around with her movements. Not only that, but the white lace of her dress made her look like a princess.

"Breathtaking..." He answered, looking completely smitten. "A-ah I mean: great! You look great! Uh I guess beautiful, stunning, or amazing are also good adjectives to describe you and…I'm rambling, aren't I?...S-sorry."

Motti smirked at the brunette's sudden blubbering. Yuki was such a dork.

"Meow, too bad the show is almost over…" She sighed in an exaggerated manner, obviously not feeling sad at all. "I really liked rehearsing this role with you."

Yuki's face rapidly turns a brighter red. He helped Motti prepare for the role of Christine Daae by reading the script alongside her for some scenes and even singing some musical numbers during their study dates.

Some of the words he had to say or sing were…Something he would definitely not say on the daily.

"For what it's worth, meow. I think you are a better Phantom than Chris." Motti giggled, knowing he was blushing so hard, you could see it in their dark spot in between the curtains.

"C-come on!" Yuki tries to laugh it off, but he sounds incredibly anxious. "I am nowhere near as good as him! I sounded so pitchy."

Suddenly, Yuki realizes that Motti is getting closer. She is smirking mischievously as he slightly backtracks like a cornered rabbit.

"Meow…I dunno." She whispered, getting closer. "I think you held me better when we practiced "Point of No Return," meow."

"M-motti!" Yuki shrieks completely flustered.

"Meow?" She whispers, cornering him between her and the curtain with her left arm.

Yuki might have been dating her for months, but Motti would never cease to amaze him with her boldness.

It was overwhelming….But he had to admit, he quite liked it.

So, Yuki smiled and wrapped his arms around her.

That was all the approval Motti needed.

The young couple kissed. They suddenly felt so absorbed in the moment, unaware of anything going on besides the sweet and tender moment they were sharing.

….So, they didn't notice when the curtain suddenly went up.

Hundreds of gasps echoed around the room as the audience saw Christine kissing someone who was clearly NOT the Phantom or Raoul….

The two teenagers froze like deer in headlights and slowly separated.

"Uh…." Motti's eyes went wide as she turned around to look at the audience. "M-meow…"

Yuki just quickly removes his arms from her waist, almost falling backwards because of how hard he did it.

-CRACK-

They flinched and slowly turned their heads to the side.

Both teenages felt a chill on their spines as soon as they noticed Jack standing on the other side of the stage. The pink haired guy was staring at them with a clear frenzy of wrath in his eyes.

However, the scariest part is that he had the top half of his clipboard in his mouth while he held the bottom part with his hands.

Yuki felt his legs tremble…He is definitely gonna die tonight.

Chris and King were next to him, also in shock but with wide smiles on their faces.

Jack is gonna kill him and these two are going to laugh….

"I-I…" The boy with glasses starts stuttering as he slowly walks backwards. "I-I have to…Uh…AH! GET ME OUT OF HERE!"

Motti was too paralyzed to run after him and simply stood there, hoping the curtain would close again.

However, she suddenly heard a loud crash coming from backstage.

"Ah!"

"Fuck!"

"Holy shit,Yuki! Are you okay?!"

"GUYS! I'M FALLING!"

"OH FUCK! GINGKA!"

Before the young girl could turn around to see what happened, she noticed both Gingka and the giant chandelier falling in the middle of the stage. Motti barely managed to dodge her falling classmate and the paper prop, but thankfully she got to run out of the way.

Meanwhile, Jack was staring at this giant mess with wide eyes.

"This cannot get any worse." He mumbled.

"I dunno, this musical just got interesting." Chris giggled with a smirk.

Gingka struggled a little, but he managed to get up.

"I-I'm fine! I'm…No, I'm not fine." The poor redhead started balancing from side to side, "I'm- Ah! Fire!"

Before they knew it, the paper chandelier started to light up in flames.

"...I stand corrected." Jack sighed.

Chris giggled again.

Masamune suddenly walked up to them, "Hey, guys! I found the monocle! What did I miss?!"