Singing The Chorus Of A Lonely Tune. [Open]

[Chokyo Zumari]

"You're welcome," her voice spoke out, as if she was just rejected, to no one in paticular. I mean, there wasn't anyone there , in the large theater. When you entered the theater, you could see three main sections of shiny, gold chairs, lined with red velvet. Even the floor was covered with red, velvet carpet. The stage was very big, enough room to have at least three plays on at the same time. It didn't both Zumari, she liked having a lot of room.

"And though you protest, your disinterest," she began to sang loudly,dragging out the last syllable of the last word she spoke. There was a laptop laying on the middle of the stage, hooked up to some speakers, which helped the wordless music softly echo against the walls that accompanied Zumari's singing. "I know," she said, stepping forward before continuing with, "clandestiny" Her voice lowered with the last word, as she spun towards the left. "You're gonna grin and bear it, your new found popularity!"

Her feet took a step to the right as she made this cute little laugh, only lasting a second before she continued. "La la, la la... You'll be popular," her voice let out cutely, as she spun twice, still moving to right stage. "Just not as popular as," she took a quick intake of breathe before continuing a long note, "Meeeeeeeeeeee."

The music stopped, forcing Zumari to turn to her computer. "Still not right," she mumbled to herself, take a few breathes. Theater club wasn't having club today, but she felt that she had to practice everyday. She was the president, after all. She had wanted to do an American broadway play this year, since it would certainly be different. She had been practicing the song, 'Popular,' from the play, Wicked. It was a great play, which was even better because that means she wouldn't have to argue about it. Everyone knew she loved American broadway, it was jusst her thing.

She had realized that where all the chairs lined up to look at the stage were dark. She must've forgotten to put it on, but the stage lights gave off enough light for her to look at it. Her eyes gazed over the chairs, herself backing up so that she could consume the feeling of being in a the theater again. It was like her second home, other than the dance club.

[Yamazaki Yukio]

It was not to packed as he walked through the hall ways it was the end of the school day. Most students had left and gone home for the day. Yet Yukio had not deiced to go home no he was going to stay and find a place to play his violin. Yes he had want to take some time to play it since he did enjoy playing it. So he had he just though of the best place that he could play that would be empty and he would not have to worry about anyone find him there. The theater so he was head there with his violin case being held on his right shoulder with it strap a and his school bag hang off his left shoulder. As he got closer to the theater he could hear the faint sound of what sounder like someone who was singing. Getting closer with each step the sound got more clearer and he was sure that there was someone else in the theater. Open the door quietly he peaked inside and he saw a girl on the stage. She was the one who was sing and moving around on the stage.

Making sure the door was not loud as he closed behind him he stood quietly listing to her sing. She had well a really good voice and so he did not want to say anything to cause her to stop. Yes he could tell she really enjoy sing the truth was Yukio like to sing as well though he was to scared to sing in front of people. No he did not think his voice was very good for singing. So usually he just stuck to playing his violin and the piano only singing when he was alone. So as he kept listing to the girl he herd her stop sing thats when he noticed the laptop that was on the stage. It must had the words and the melody to the song she was sing. Listing he herd what she said "Still not right," she must have felt she still need to work on the song. Yet he though that she was not missing up the song, but he was no expect when came to sing. NO he was much better when it came to playing violin or piano. Singing was much different so he was sure he knew enough about to notice if she messed up.

Then he watched as she looked around the stage and she seem to have not noticed him. Well he took the change that she was quite to getout his violin. Taking his school back of his shoulder he placed it gently on the ground quietly. Then took the violin case of his right shoulder and opening it he took out his violin. Then he started to play a melody if just being in the room did not get her attention he was sure once she herd the melody it would get her attention. Yukio really did not care he was still by the door as he started to play. He just really had wanted to play his violin. So he kept moving the bow across the strings of the violin. The sound of the music started to fill the theater it not be to long till the girl would hear it and then try to find the source of where it was coming from.

[Misaki Katsuya]

Quiet. That was one word to describe Katsuya the student. Very shy wall flower-type. People didn't really know her, and she didn't really care if they ever would. She had her things to worry about and was sure they had theirs. Clad in the boys' uniform underneath her warm winter jacket, she had been mistaken for a guy. Again. Well, she was sure that had to happen to more than just her, right? She couldn't help the paranoia of keeping warm. She had her reasons.

One place she hadn't visited in a while was the theater. She smiled at the thought of an empty stage. Katsuya knew very well that the theater club didn't meet today, meaning that the room should be vacant. Hesitation ran through her as she walked forward, placing her hand on the door's handle. She wanted to go in. She wanted to stand on that stage and let her heart open up. On stage, the girl felt like a totally different person. She was a vocalist, and proud of it. On stage, she had room and the opportunity to spread her wings and open herself up. She was vulnerable, yet untouchable.

To her displeasure, when she had finally urged herself to enter the room, there was already someone on stage. With hopes that they would soon vacate, she made her way to one of the chairs, sitting down. The girl's voice was decent. She obviously had a lot of practice under her belt. It was nice to see that there actually were people here at Ouran Academy that appreciated a well-trained voice.

She instantly recognized the song. It was from a play that had become an international hit--Wicked. The song--Popular. Sung by the character Galinda--well, toward the end, "Glinda." When it came to acting, Katsuya had an appreciation for those who did it. She was more into things like flat-out singing. One thing that she noted of the girl before her was that she did a very good job of acting out the song.

The actress also looked familiar...Were they in the same class? Maybe. It was a good possibility. The aspiring singer didn't pay much attention to her fellow classmates. It was a bad habit that she picked up at her old school.

All questions aside, Katsuya pulled the hair tie out of her hair, allowing her brown locks to flow down to the sides of her face freely. Usually, they were pulled back in what her co-worker and best friend called a masculine way. Taking off her glasses, she allowed her eyes to relax after a day of straining to read the board. Now, according to the same person who told her that her normal appearance was masculine, she had just become a lot more "girl-ish looking." Really...If Chi wasn't like a sisterly brother to her, she would slap him across the face one of these days.

A soft click caught her attention as someone else slipped in. Great. More people to wait around for. Why did people seem to be trying to keep her there for what seemed like hours, even though barely ten minutes had passed. The other person also just found a place to stand and listen, probably appreciating the practice that the girl had put in as well. One thing struck her as irksome--he was standing in front of the door--her only known escape. Taking off her warm winter coat, Katsuya figured that the warm weather and her own embarrassment would be enough to keep her warm and attack-free. In all actuality, this was probably the best time of year for her asthma--as long as she didn't push it.

The sound of a bow being gently glided across the strings of a violin could be suddenly (and clearly) heard. Her head snapped from the girl who had been singing along to her laptop's speakers to the boy, who seemed happily entranced by his own playing. A sigh escaped her lips as she slipped her school's uniform blazer off, sitting there in now nothing but her white dress shirt and pants. She was embarrassed that she now had absolutely no escape route, and would have to deal with either one of two things--

1) The girl would get ticked at the guy for interrupting on her practice time.

or

2) The boy and girl would start chatting and take up too much time.

It wasn't fair. Why did this kind of thing have to happen to her? All she wanted was an empty stage... Well, she could have found that at home, but she didn't want to practice at the cafe. She wanted a quiet place where no one could hear her. Just a place to show herself freely without worrying about what others would say, how much applause people would offer, or how much constructive criticism Chi would put forward.

[Chokyo Zumari]

The sound of a violin began, filling the room with it soft sound. It was gentle, sweet on the ears. Zumari's eyes darted to the source, only to be met with darkness. She knew that turning on the back lights would've been smart, but she had forgotten as always. She quietly went over to her laptop and closed it.

"Dam.n it," She mumbled as she stumbled forward, attempting to get a better veiw of the back. She step a bit closer, still not getting anything in veiw. It was just black. Her armwarmer began to fall down, showing the end of one of her scars. She quickly pulled it up, hoping the boy did not see it. Of course, he couldn't have, being that he was playing the violin.

She stumbled down the steps of the right side, mumbling her curses about how she dislikes the stage stairs. It was still a bit dark, but lighter from the stage lights. She walked down the isle way only to trip on yet another person. Her eyes, glanced ver at said person only to widen with shock. She had stumbled upon a guy. But he had quite a chest, which condradicted her thoughts.

[Misaki Katsuya]

Gathering her belongings in her arms, Katsuya figured that she would simply leave and come back another day. There was no need to talk to anyone, no need to put her coat back on, and no need to stick around any longer. She stepped into the isle of the theater. The weight of her two coats and school bag was already beginning to make her arms sore. Pausing for a moment, she shifted her grasp on the items. Apparently, this momentary pause was just enough time for someone else to bump into her. Unfortunately enough, this had been a moment where her hold on her belongings had been weak. Thus, upon the person simply stumbling upon her, her coat, blazer, and school bag hit the ground.

At first, she frowned at the sight of her items falling from her arms. Still; no harm done. It would be worse if it had been her hitting the floor. She did have a tendency to be a bit more clumsy than the average person.

Speaking of people, she turned to face her "attacker." It was, as she had expected, the girl who had been performing on stage. Katsuya wasn't angry or anything that she had bumped into her. Accidents happen, right?

"You alright?" she asked in a casual tone. For all she knew, this girl had tripped over her and like...twisted her ankle or something. The last thing Katsuya needed was to make enemies at this school. She was the kind of person to try and avoid bad situations like that.

After asking this question, she turned and gathered her uniform jacket and coat, slinging the two clothing articles over her arm. The vocalist then picked up her bag, happy with the fact that it had remained closed through the fall. It would have been a pain if her books and papers would have spilled out.

[[OOC: I hope you don't mind that I skipped Yukio's turn. ^^; It's been a good two, three months. xD I figured I may as well post something.]]