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Chapter 2

The other club members stared incredulously at Alfred.

"Well? Can you sing, Alfred?" Roderich repeated, his eyes glaring at Alfred behind his wire-rimmed glasses.

Alfred merely grinned weakly, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. "Well…"

"Answer him," Elizaveta hissed, her eyes narrowing dangerously.

"Okay, okay! Well, to tell you guys the truth…" Alfred quickly started after he saw Elizaveta's impatience. "I… I don't know."

Roderich, Elizaveta, and Antonio stared at him incredulously. "What do you mean, you don't know?" Antonio questioned, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "Don't you ever sing before, Alfred?"

"Well…"

"…"

"Oh, enough of this! Why don't we just try singing, so we can find out whether or not any of us can sing!" Roderich slammed his fist impatiently on the keys of the piano, creating an ear-splitting noise.

"Oh, yeah! Maybe we should!" Antonio agreed as he sat on one of the chairs in the music room, dropping his bag on the floor.

As the three chatted animatedly about what song should they sing, Alfred was worrying about the fact that he didn't know whether or not he can sing. Now that he give it a thought, he had never tried singing before. Even though he watched Glee every week, and had a complete collection of its first half of the first season, he never tried to sing. It was weird, how Alfred actually knew a lot of songs, but never sang himself.

"Alfred..? Alfred!"

Suddenly, Elizaveta's voice broke through Alfred's train of thought. Her green eyes were staring suspiciously at Alfred. "Are you okay? You seemed distressed," she asked, her eyes narrowing slightly as she brushed a strand of hair off her face.

"Yeah, I'm fine. So how is it going?" Alfred asked, his cheeks blushing out of embarrassment.

Sighing painfully, Elizaveta said, "You're the founder of this club, Alfred. You're supposed to be the one who tells us what to do, not the opposite."

"Oh yeah…" Alfred grinned, trying to hide his embarrassment.

Elizaveta sighed and folded her arms. "Well, we decided that each of us should just try and sing something. Roderich will accompany with the piano," she told the dumbfounded Alfred. "Since you're the one who dragged us into this mess, you should be the one who sing first."

"What? No!" Alfred burst out loud. Somehow, the thought of having to perform first scared the hell out of him.

Elizaveta cocked one of her eyebrows.

"I mean… I'm a hero, so I should perform the last! The best always comes in the last moments!" Alfred tried to reason, although his reason seemed unreasonable even to his own ears. He could feel his cheeks burning as Elizaveta stared sceptically at him.

"Well, if that's what you want… Okay, fine," she sighed. "Antonio, would you like to go first?"

"Seguro, mi querida!" Antonio grinned widely at Elizaveta.

Elizaveta narrowed her eyes dangerously. Anyone on their right mind wouldn't dare to irritate her whenever she did that, but Antonio wasn't a very bright person either, so he merely stood up and walked into the front of the room, still grinning like an idiot. Roderich stared at him sceptically from the grand piano; clearly he doubted Antonio's statement that he can sing.

"What are you going to sing?" Roderich asked him.

"Well… You know 'I'm Yours', right?" Antonio grinned sheepishly, running his hand through his wavy hair. "Y'know..? Jason Mraz?"

"Yes, of course I know. I'm not an idiot," Roderich snapped as he straightened his glasses.

"Well… Yeah, that's it…" Antonio grinned, slightly unsure about what he should say.

"Are you ready, then?" Roderich tapped his fingers impatiently on the keys.

"Oh, yeah… Sure!"

As Alfred and Elizaveta sat on the front rows of chairs, Roderich played the familiar intro of the famous song. Elizaveta seemed to be enjoying herself, but Alfred's heart was thundering in his chest. He always boasted about how he wasn't scared of anything (except ghosts, perhaps), but suddenly the prospect of having to sing in front of these audience scared him like hell. He sat stiffly on the plastic chair, his shoulder square and cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

"Well you've done done me and you bet I felt it…"

"What if they laughed at me..?" Alfred thought miserably.

"I tried to beat you, but you're so hard that I melted…"

"But I'm a hero… They wouldn't dare to laugh at me…" Alfred continued in his head, only vaguely listening to Antonio's singing.

"I fell right through the cracks… And now I'm trying to get back…"

Alfred continued to pity himself, trying hard to banish depressing thoughts about his singing, but it didn't seem to be working. Vaguely in his mind, he thought that Antonio's singing was good, despite heavily layered with Spanish accent. The thought that somebody else was better than himself put him into an even more miserable mood.

"Ooh, I'm yours…" Antonio's voice faded into the background as the song ended.

The sound of Elizaveta's applause woke Alfred up from his brooding. "That was great, Antonio! I never thought you could sing like that!" Elizaveta grinned as she clapped.

"Gracias, mi querida," the olive-skinned brunette winked at Elizaveta, earning a dark look from Roderich.

Roderich cleared his throat to regain their attention. "Umm, Elizaveta? You next..?" he asked uncertainly.

"Yeah, sure!" Elizaveta stood up cheerfully, oblivious to the increasing pressure caused by Antonio's wink.

As the audition went on, the four students inside the room were oblivious to the fact that somebody was watching them from the slightly opened door. It was a silver haired teenager with red eyes, who was glaring at Roderich who sat behind the piano near the door. Roderich, however, didn't even realize that somebody was glaring at him.

"I can't believe that Elizaveta is dating that prissy-ass, kesesese…" the silver-haired youth mumbled under his breath, his eyebrows furrowing in disgust. "And now the two of 'em are joining this sissy club as well… This is just unacceptable…"

He immediately silenced himself, however, after he saw Elizaveta standing in front of the piano to sing. Roderich played a jazzy intro while Elizaveta swayed to the music. As Roderich's girlfriend, she was well acquainted to singing and performing on stage, for Roderich was a musician himself. And now, the result was clearly visible; she was enjoying herself and not scared in the slightest.

"Maybe this time… I'll be lucky… Maybe this time, he'll stay…"

Alfred recognized the song immediately; it was a song from Glee! It was a duet of Kristen Chenoweth and Lea Michele, and it was certainly a marvelous song. Surprisingly, Elizaveta sang almost as well as the two stars. She kept up with the piano easily, but her voice was not overpowering Roderich's playing. In fact, they complemented each other like a corresponding piece of puzzle.

When Elizaveta arrived at the line, "Everybody loves a winner… So nobody loved me…", however, things turned into a mess. Somehow, the silver haired youth behind the door just couldn't hold back his tears when he heard that line, and he started to cry earnestly. His sobs, however, were as loud as the sound of elephants' trumpeting, so the club members quickly realized that they've got an intruder on the door.

Elizaveta, clearly furious to have somebody interrupt her singing, immediately ran to the door and pulled it open with all her might. The door banged open with a crashing noise, revealing the crying teenager behind it.

"Gilbert..? What the hell are you doing there?" Elizaveta asked him incredulously. Her incredulous expression, however, turned into one that showed pure fury. She turned away and ran back into the music room to grab something from her school backpack, which turned out to be a frying pan she must've used for home economics lesson in the morning. Her eyes glinting with madness, she immediately ran back to the door to smash Gilbert's ass with it.

"Elizaveta, stop!" Roderich shouted, realizing what Elizaveta's intention was.

He was too late, however. Before he could do anything, Elizaveta was already pummelling the silver haired youth with her frying pan. "Ow! Stop it, bitch!" Gilbert yelped in pain, trying to shield himself from the deadly swinging frying pan.

"How…" Bang!

"Dare…" Bang!

"You…" Stomp!

"Interrupt my singing!" Crash!

Elizaveta practically screamed each syllables, slamming Gilbert continuously with her frying pan as she yelled each words. Immediately, Alfred, Antonio, and Roderich jumped from their seat to stop Elizaveta from killing Gilbert. If this continues, their club will certainly be accused for murder and domestic (?) violence. "Stop, Elizaveta!" Roderich yelled as he grabbed her right arm.

Elizaveta turned swiftly, looking like a positively rabies-infected dog, before she realized that it was Roderich who stopped her. "Oops…" she mumbled under her breath.

"'Oops'! That's what you say after you nearly killed me! Damn you, fucking bitch!" Gilbert screeched like a bat at Elizaveta as he crawled away from the door into the corridor outside.

Elizaveta glared at Gilbert, although her cheeks were blushing out of embarrassment. "Well, it's not my fault! What the hell are you doing, sneaking outside like that?" she hissed dangerously.

"That's none of you business, damn it! Fuck you all prissy-asses!" Gilbert barked like a wounded animal, and he dashed off somewhere, leaving the confused Glee club members.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, guys..! I should just continue the song from where I left…" Elizaveta apologized, her cheeks burning red like tomatoes.

"Nah, you don't need to, Elizaveta. You've secured your place as the female lead when you sang that marvelous song," Alfred interjected. "It was very good."

Elizaveta's cheeks blushed even harder, but she mumbled her 'thank you' as she returned to her seat. "Well, now it's your turn, Alfred," she said as she wiped sweat off her forehead.

"What?" Alfred's head turned 90 degrees to face Elizaveta. "B- But… What about Roderich?"

"Trust me, you don't wanna hear him sing," Elizaveta sighed. "He might be brilliant at playing instruments, but whenever he's singing… Ugh…"

Alfred gulped, cold sweat started to run across his body. He tried to stand up, but found himself nailed onto the plastic chair.

"Come on, Alfred!" Antonio tried cheering Alfred on. He didn't help at all.

Slowly, Alfred stood up and staggered to the front of the room. "Song, Alfred..?" Roderich asked him, trying to look encouraging. He understood how it feels to perform in front of an audience for the first time.

In his panicked state, suddenly one particular song jumped into Alfred mind.

"Umm… Do you know Hot 'n Cold...?"

A/N: So yeah, another chapter. I've been a little confused about the song choices, though... I know a lot of songs, but I dunno if other ppl know (or like) 'em or not, so I merely chose songs that I thought everybody knows. Oh well... Anyway, if you guys got any suggestions, feel free to PM me or just say it on your review :D

Anyway, here's some translation of Antonio's Spanish:

Seguro, mi querida – Sure, my dear.

Gracias, mi querida – Thanks, my dear.

I used Google Translate for this, and sometimes its translations are crappy, so feel free to correct me if there are some mistakes.