Me: Okay, chapter six is here! :D Sorry for the wait, my grandma was in the hospital for a while, and she's getting out of her rehab center soon.

Leon: Took you long enough. Am I gonna talk in this one?

Me: You're just as bad as Mikuo. Arrogant, insensitive, and freakishly weird. -_-

Mikuo & Leon: WE'RE NOTHING ALIKE! *make exact same motions and faces while yelling*

All the girls: Yes, you are.

Me: Anyway, before they explode-

Rin: Too late! Duck and cover! D:

Everyone: *ducks and hides behind something big*

Mikuo & Leon: *EXPLODES*

Rozu: *sweatdrops* Well, alexis24842 owns nothing but the plot and clothing designs. :)

Mikuo: Finally! :D

Ages: Rozu-16, Mura-17, Miku-17, Mikuo-17, Kaito-17, Leon-17, Rin-16, Len-16, Neru-17, Luki-17, Gakupo-17, Sakura Fujisaki-34, Kyuuno Fujisaki-35, Gumo-31

(Rozu's POV)

Let me tell you tha there is nothing worse than knowing your overprotective mother, who just happens to be a black belt in both karate and jijutsu, and has been taught the ancient and most painful ways of torcher known to mankind, has just found out that her daughter is missing.

"WHERE IS SHE?" My mom screamed. The whole stage was in ruin, and one or two people were hiding behind Neru, who looked a bit less scary compared to my mom.

"Mom! What did you do?" I yelled, running over to her mother. I grabbed the fuming woman's shoulders and shook her slightly.

"Rozu Akane Fujisaki! Where the fish were you?" She screamed.

"Fish?" Luki mumbled. Mom gave him a death glare, but he just shrugged.

"Do you have any idea how worried I was?" Momzilla yelled. Rozu thought she could hear people in America look up from stuffing their faces with fries and Big Macs and ask each other, "Did you hear that, or is all of this fatty, sugary food going to my head?"

"Mom, calm down! I'm fine! Nothing happened, see? Mikuo found me before I could do anything stupid." I explained. Mom calmed down slightly and sighed.

"That's your mom?" Len asked, his jaw hitting the floor. Rin walked over and shut it for him.

"No, Len, she's a total stranger who doesn't even know Rozu exists even when they look exactly alike." She said, sarcasm heavy on each word. Len rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out at his twin, who did the same thing. Suddenly they both burst out laughing and grabbed either of Luki's shoulders for support.

"That's just not right." Luki sighed.

"I'll tell you what's not right, mister. You people letting my daughter out of your sight! Who is in charge here?" Mom yelled. Everyone but Luki took a big step away from Neru and pointed at her as if they had rehearsed it a million times. Her eye twitched, but she still managed to pull off an impassive look.

"Thanks for the help, guys." She muttered. Mom opened her mouth to start talking, but I hastily put my hand over it.

"Mom, let me explain! Neru didn't do anything wrong, and neither did anyone else here. I wandered off on my own looking for Mikuo, but I guess I got lost, and then Mikuo found me and brought me back here." I hurriedly explained. I decided to leave the figure out because I knew Mom would go ballistic if anyone mentioned it.

"Alright. You're right, you're right, I'm overreacting. You'd tell me if anything was wrong." She sighed. My dad popped up from out of nowhere (as usual) and gave both of us a big hug. I felt so guilty, but plastered a smile onto my face.

"Alright, now that all of that drama is over, back to practice." Neru barked. Just then, a boy with purple hair walked into the auditorium holding a white slip of paper. He spotted Neru and quickly jogged over. Mom and dad slowly backed out of the room, disappearing from sight.

"Um, hi, I'm Mura Datsuki(See A/N). I'm supposed to be the opening act for this concert." He explained, smiling at all of us.

"MURA-SAN!" Rin screamed. She ran at him full speed and before the poor guy knew what was happening, she had glomped him to the floor.

"Oh, hi Rin. I figured you'd do that." He coughed, a sly smile growing on his face.

"Heehee~" Rin began to laugh. She laughed so hard her face turned sightly red. I looked at Miku and Mikuo who just shrugged and shook their heads.

"Um, Rin, are you ok?" I asked. Honestly, I was a bit scared of what she'd say.

"Y-yeah! Mu-Mura's tickling m-me!" She yelled, laughing even harder. Then, everybody noticed that Mura's right hand had traveled, unnoticed, to Rin's exposed stomach. Most of us began laughing along with Rin and Mura, but Len looked worried.

"Hey, Len, are you alright?" I asked, placing my hand on his shoulder. He jumped slightly, but calmed down once he saw that it was me.

"Yeah, I'm great, but Rin won't be in a second." He muttered. When I gave him a questioning look, he simply pointed at Rin and said, "Watch."

Out of nowhere, Rin's body went limp and her eyes rolled back into her skull. She layed on the floor, looking like a rag doll, passed out from being tickled. My jaw literally hit the ground and more than a few flies ended up in mher stomach later. Everyone laughed even harder except me and Len.

"Hey! Don't you see that she's PASSED OUT on the floor?" I yelled. I ran over to Rin and knelt down next to her, Len following closely. I glared at Mura, who had the decency to look slightly sheepish.

"Eh... I can explain. You see, Rin is my best friend and she said that if she glomped me, I had permission to do that." He grinned and put his hands behind his head.

"Oh, so you think that just because she gave you permission to do that, you should? Passing out is terrible for your heart! How many times have you done this so far?" I stood up, seeing red, and crossed my arms. Mura's smile faded as he counted off on his fingers.

"Well, there was the time in third grade... then in sixth grade... and now, so that's only three times!" He challenged. I raised an eyebrow and shook my head.

"Four times would probably kill a normal person." I hissed. Venom was dripping from every letter. Mura went pale and looked at Rin's limp body.

"Three..." Len said. Everyone looked at him. He had been holding up three fingers but put the third down.

"What are you-" I started.

"Two..." He put down the second finger.

"Hey, wait a-" Mura looked at Len, who simply put his finger up to his mouth in a 'shush' motion.

"One." He said.

"AAAAAHHHH!" Rin screamed. She sat bolt upright, waving her arms anime style, hitting Mura a few times. He was too scared to flinch.

"Whoa... That was..." Rin panted, "Who did that? I'M GOING TO KILL YOU WHEN I FIND OUT WHO THE FISH YOU ARE!"

Mura visibly flinched, but still put his hand on Rin's shoulder. "Rin, if I tell you who it was, promise to not kill me or that person?" He asked.

"Sure, Mura. Who was it?" She smiled and crossed her legs out in front of her, leaning back with her arms holding her up.

"It was me..." He said.

"Oh. Well, I guess you're forgiven." Rin smiled. I saw her hide a remote controller behind her back. Note to self: Ask about that later.

"Ok, so anyway, we need to plan who performs first after Mura." Neru snapped. She seemed a bit less scary now that everyone knew she could laugh.

"I will." Everyone turned to look at Luki, who seemed like the kind of person who only went on stage if it was the last resort.

"That means we both have to go." Neru nodded and crossed her arms. "Anyone else?"

"Meeee~!" Rin squealed. She waved her arms and jumped up and down. Kaito laughed and put his hand on her head, successfully making her stop her spaztic jump attack.

"How can you be this hyper right after you've passed out?" He laughed again. Rin just laughed louder.

"Okay, Kaito and Rin will be next." Neru looked at Leon.

"Me and Miku-chan will go after them. Right, kawai ko-chan(1)?" Leon pulled Miku to his side and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, then buried his face in her hair.

"Eh?" Miku widened her eyes and her mouth hung open.

"Miku, if you don't close your mouth soon, you'll become a flytrap." Len laughed. She slightly blushed and snapped her mouth shut, smiling sheepishly.

"So I guess that leaves us three for the last act, huh?" I gestured to Len and Mikuo. Neru nodded.

"After everyone performs, we'll go back down the line with each individual giving their solo performance in boy-girl order." Neru looked over at Luki. "For example, after Rozu, Mikuo, and Len perform, Luki would go on stage to perform his solo song, then I would go. After me would be Kaito, then Rin, then Leon, then Miku, then one of the two boys in Rozu's group, then the other, and then Rozu."

"So I'm last?" My mouth hung agape. "I hate being last!"

"Well, you better get used to it soon, because that's the way it's gonna be, showstopper." Neru raised her eyebrow.

"Hey, you guys, it's almost been an hour and a half!" Len exclaimed, shoving his watch into Neru's face. She looked slightly annoyed, but pulled her cell phone out of her garter purse and pressed a few numbers. Almost instantly, people with harnesses strapped to them emerged from the shadows and saluted Neru. They immediately set to work rigging up lights, setting up backgrounds, and cleaning the stage.

"Okay, get in a line in order of who goes on stage first to last." Neru pointed to the ground in front of her. Luki shuffled over, followed by Kaito and Rin, the Miku and Leon, and finally Mikuo, Len, and I. After surveying us, she nodded and turned around, saying, "Now follow me."

"The concert starts in twenty minutes, so I want everyone to loosen up and warm up your voices. We don't want you getting hoarse out there. Now" Neru clapped her hands loudly, "I want a nice, clean performance. That means no slip-ups, no delays, no technical difficulties, so do everything you need to BEFORE the concert starts, even if you're the last person to go on; no 'Oh, I forgot to Tweet about this! One second!'s, you will be evicted from the concert AND the school; and finally, do not sing as loud as you humanly can. It will break the microphones, and you will be electrocuted. Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am." Mikuo yelled, imitating a soldier. Neru nodded and told us to do anything we needed to get ready for the concert. She snapped her fingers and walked away. Before any of us could blink, a clothing artist grabbed each of us by the arm and dragged us in seperate directions.

"What the-? Hey! I have to take a dump!" I heard Mikuo shout. I laughed to myself and thought how immature he could be before I was pushed into a padded chair with an oval mirror dotted with lights around the rim across from me.

"So what's your first song?" The artist, a cold-looking woman who seemed to be in her mid-thirties with short black hair and a long, hooked nose, rummaged through her design bag and began pulling out random sketches of clothes.

"Um... my first song is 'Moves Like Jagger' with Mikuo and Len..." I explained, staring at her long, curved fingernails, wondering if she was part falcon.

"Which one is your favorite out of these three?" She immediately asked, holding up three full-color drawings in front of me. One was a dark blue tube top with sequins all over it, a bluish-purple miniskirt that looked like a sparkly band-aid, and black sparkly pumps. I wrinkled my nose and put that one back on the table.

The next one was a little better, but still kind of... not right. It had a bright yellow off-the-shoulder shirt with long sleeves, but it came down too low in the neckline. The shorts were okay, but they were bluish green. Not a good color on me. The shoes didn't match at all; they were red Roman sandals. I put that one on the table too, then looked at the final sketch.

It was a bright red tank top under a black crop top with a red and black mid-thigh length plaid skirt with black shorts under it, only visible if you were standing up high and the audience was lower. The shoes were black leather boots with red fur poking out the top.

"Perfect." I said. I handed the last sketch to the stylist, who smiled slightly and nodded.

"Good choice. This is also my favorite. The others are too... flashy." She opened up a small briefcase and pulled out the outfit, then handed it to me. I got up, walked behind a curtain, and quickly changed. When I came out, there was a different lady waiting for me.

"I'm the makeup artist. Sit." She barked. I gave her a funny look, but still sat in the same chair. This woman looked very young, warm and inviting with soft green eyes and long brown hair, but the lack of laugh lines and twinkle in her eye made me shiver.

"Hold still." She explained. Before I had time to begin processing what she said, she picked up a thick tube of mascara, a pot of base makeup that looked exactly like my skin color, a compact with eyeshadow in deep purple and blue, and a compact of orange blush that looked like it would blend nicely with my skin.

I shut my eyes and took deep breaths as this woman airbrushed my face with base, caked on mascara, eyeliner, and lipstick, smoothed eyeshadow expertly onto my eyelids, and dusted blush onto my cheekbones. When she was finally done, I looked at her first.

"Well? Don't you want to see what you look like?" She asked. She gestured toward the mirror. I nodded, took a deep breath and turned to look at myself.

"Wow..." I gasped. I looked so different. My eyes seemed larger, my features seemed more chiseled(2), and I looked... stunning, I guess.

"This is... amazing! Thank you so much, it's perfect!" I stood up and hugged the stunned makeup artist, who was a good foot shorter than me.

"Um... you're welcome, I guess. It's just a simple bone structure change. It's supposed to make you look more chiseled." She shrugged. I smiled and scribbled my nimber on a small piece of paper.

"You really need to teach that to me sometime, kay?" I shoved it into her hand and walked out of the small room. I was the first one out, so I sat down on a small outcropping from the wall and began to practice my second song.

After a while, Len walked out of his dressing room in full sexy mode. He had on a red shirt with a black leather jacket over it with a black tie that had chains connecting it to the shirt where buttons would be. Under the jacket were maroon fingerless arm warmers and black spikey bracelets. He was wearing long black jeans that almost covered his shoes, also black. He had red and black headphones, and his hair was messier than usual and out of the ponytail, spiked outward toward the front, but not quite in a mohawk. He was toting a red and white electric guitar with a black strap over his shoulder.

"Hey, Rozu! You look good." He smiled and walked over. I just nodded, too stunned to say anything. "What's wrong? Did I scare you?" He gave me a smoldering grin, and I had to look away to keep him from seeing my blush.

"Hey, your nails are painted!" I exclaimed. His fingernails were coated with a dark red color that matched his arm warmers.

"Yeah, that was the only thing I objected to." He sheepishly laughed and put one hand behind his head. I laughed and looked for Mikuo. If Len was dressed like this, what would that pigheaded pervert wear? I pictured him in a sparkly outfit and realized he looked like Edward Cullen. I laughed harder.

"What? What's so funny?" Len asked, obviously confused.

"Mikuo in sparkly clothes!" I laughed. Len looked confused at first, then started laughing too.

"He would look like Edward Cullen!"

"Exactly!"

"Who would look like Edward Cullen?" Len and I both froze and turned to look at Mikuo.

"Oh, nobody... just someone we all know." I giggled. Mikuo raised one eyebrow, but shrugged. He was wearing an outfit like Len's, but his jeans were tucked into the top of a pair of black military boots with red laces. He lacked the arm warmers, but still had the bracelets and painted nails.

"Ah, jou must be ze group of sree! I am jour manager, Prima."(3) All of us looked over at the petite girl speaking. She had black hair pulled up into pigtails and stylishly curled at the ends. She had happy green eyes and a white flower in her hair. She had on a maroon strapless dress with a bit of white tulle(4) sewn onto the hips with a matching white flower petal necklace. She had long maroon gloves that came up to the middle of her biceps with a poofy part like on Cinderella's(5) gloves.

"Yeah, that's us. I'm Mikuo, that's Len, and that's Rozu." Mikuo explained. He stuck out his hand for her to shake.

"Quite nice to meet jou all. I hope ve all get along well." She smiled and shook Mikuo's hand, then Len's, then mine.

"Are you French?" Len asked.

"Oui, I come to Japan from Paree. That is Paris, if jou were confused."

"Hey, Rozu! Len! Come here for a second!" Rin called from behind a curtain. I looked at Len, then Prima, and shrugged.

"Coming, Rin! Let's go." I grabbed Len's arm gently and pulled him along. Rin was smiling like crazy, but only her head was poking out of the curtain.

"What's up, sis?" Len asked. Rin smiled and stepped out from behind the curtain.

"What do you guys think?" She twirled around once on her toes.

"That is so cute, Rin-chan!" I exclaimed. She was wearing a neon pink shirt with bright red stripes on it, a long chain necklace with a red heart locket, white shorts with a red shiny belt, and thigh-high pink boots with a red stripe running down the outer side.

"Those shorts are a little short, Rin." Len looked at her with a bit of disapproval.

"But this outfit had the least short shorts, I swear! I hate wearing short shorts all the time!" She pouted.

"Wait, you say that like it's the school rules to wear short shorts." I laughed. Rin and Len just grimaced.

"It is. Most of us hate it, but there's nothing we can do about it." Rin sighed. Len shook his head and frowned deeper.

"So... those shorts everyone wears... I'll have to wear them too?" My mouth dropped open.

"Yup." Len said.

"No 'if's and's or but's' about it?"

"Yup."

"You're sure?"

"Positive."

"HIV positive?"

"Yup... Hey, wait a second!" Len yelled. Me and Rin laughed until we almost fell over.

"Hey, you three! Over here. The concert is about to start." Neru shouted. We walked over and got in line in the proper order, just like Neru had told us to. I stood in front of Mikuo and Len and behind Rin, waiting for the principal, Gumo, to introduce us.

"Rozu-chan, I wish to tell jou all zhat I am rooting for jou all ze way." Prima explained. I turned to face her gave her a small smile with a hug.

"Good luck, everyone. Now, walk out single file and do something cute or funny whenever your name is called. Then walk single file back in after Principal Gumo hands Mura the microphone, got it?" Neru barked. Of course, we all nodded.

"Now, with no further adieu, I give you..." Principal Gumo's voice blasted from loudspeakers, "The one, the only, the Vocaloids!"

"That's our cue, guys. Let's rock!" Neru led the procession. Trailing closely behind Rin, I wondered how many people were out there. All thought was washed from my mind as I walked out from backstage to meet blinding whte lights and the roar of a huge crowd.

Me: So, I hope you guys liked this chapter. Mura Datsuki is Cole Fangs' OC, so ALL CREDIT goes to him for Mura's personality and stuff. :D I tried to make this one a bit longer. :D

Miku: Well, you did a pretty good job. It's been a whole, what, two months since your last post?

Rozu: Hey, go easy on her! She's had a lot to deal with.

Mikuo: Like what?

Me: Well, my grandma was in the Intensive Care Unit for a month with a machine breathing for her, then she got moved to a rehab center and I spent a lot of time up there, and now she's at another rehab center about to come home, and we have to get all new floors in the house and handrails on the walls before she can, and then I'm taking a vacation to Florida tha week she comes home.

Miku, Mikuo, & Rozu: *faint*

Me: Ummmm... okay, BAI! See you next chappie!

(1) Kawai ko-chan: Japanese for "cutie".

(2) Chiseled means sharper, like the edge of a 3-D figure.

(3) Prima is a real Vocaloid, but she's not very well known. She's based off of an opera singer.

(4) Tulle is a type of fabric.

(5) Cinderella is a real movie.