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Everyone has one, two, or three secret gardens they can't share with anyone.
-Ayame Sohma Vol. 6
What is music?
Of course several teens pondered this question. Four boys, four girls. The four girls looked at one another, silently asking one another what to answer. The four boys just stared at the piece of paper in another room.
'Music is something to release what happened to you in your life. Heartbreak, love, friendship, or anything. Music can be anything you want. But it can only go so far. Like a poem, everything has to move as one being.' a brunette wrote. Satisfied with her answer, she moved on.
Why does music make you, YOU?
'It's my escape from all of reality, to let me breathe without someone telling me I'm only second best.' a long haired boy wrote in typewriter-like writing. 'That I'm a servant to someone weaker than me. I'm free to be myself, without knowing anything outside of it.'
What does music do?
'It lets you be yourself! Music is as flexible as the wind, letting more than one thing move with it. It has the personality of millions, but it has the face of one. To have so many choices to choose from, yet it all has to be one thing. That's what music does. It's freedom of expression, even for the nobodies. It's my dream to make to the top, even if I'm a nobody, though!' a blond boy wrote in sloppy handwriting.
Where does it come from? Your surroundings? Your mind?
'It comes from the Heart, as creation, the Mind, to write it, and Surroundings, as inspiration. You just have to believe you can make it through. You have to believe the song is within only itself, and not a piece of paper with your name written on it.' a girl with indigo black hair wrote in neat handwriting. She went on.
How did you react to it when you were first introduced to it?
'At first, when I got my bass guitar at eight, I thought it was troublesome. But my grandfather always said, 'Just because it's troublesome, doesn't mean it's not worth it.' I, once in awhile, live by this.' the lazy boy stared at his answer, not really caring, and moved on to the next question. 'I never thought my guitar would be so precious after he died. Guess it has a sentimental value, too.'
What does the phrase, 'Listen to music with your heart, not your ears,' mean?
'It means music isn't just a song. It's something that can touch a heart, or even make it cry.' another blond wrote, her pen messed up from all the biting. Then she added, 'Only the heart can tell you the full truth because the heart cannot lie.'
Finish the line.
Come at me with all your might, come to me when-
'You're ready to fall.'
Why did you choose this as your answer?
'Because you're going at someone. To overcome them.' an onyx eyed boy wrote in statue like writing. 'To reach your goal, you must either take them down or move around them.'
And lastly: why did you choose to take this survey?
This was a toughie. 'Well, maybe because it had the words 'MUSIC LOVER'S SURVEY'. But what else is there to do when you're graduating from 7th grade and you need to turn in an application to your future high school in a year? I love music, that's basically it. Music is what I love, end of story.' a pink haired girl smiled at her work. 'It's a part of you, because of the feeling you release into every word, every lyric. Even when thousands of people are humming it, it's still you. It will always be you. That's why I filled it out. Because I want to spread my feelings to the world.'
When you are done, please turn this in to your school secretary. If you pass, you get a free prize.
The eight students turned in the survey without a care. The two secretaries looked at the students, nodding. They turned away, thinking that nothing would come of that little thin paper.
The secretaries watched the eight students from behind. Each was carrying something: a keyboard, a pair of drumsticks, two guitars, a bass guitar, a violin/a harp, or dangling microphones.
'My, they don't know what they've gotten themselves into, do they?' the two ladies thought, taking the surveys, and calling the principles. "We have two applicants for S.o.D.a.S. ..."
A year later...
"AND PLEASE REMEMBER! ALL 8TH GRADE STUDENTS MUST COME TO THE GRADUATION CEREMONY! THANK YOU!" a lady screamed into the P.A. system of Breeze Middle School for Girls. The loud chatter of 8th grade girls filled the auditorium. Most girls were talking about their middle school's brother school, Hurricane Junior High for Boys, and the rumor saying that the High School, Hidden Leaves High (Konoha high) was CO-ED. Meaning boys AND girls.
But other than that, the rest of the chatter was directed towards a group of girls in the front.
"I hear that they didn't pass the exam and that they're being sent off to another school." one girl whispered.
"No way! Ino, I can understand, maybe Tenten, but Sakura and Hinata?! No way in the universe! Those two are SOOOO smart! How could they not pass?" the other girl replied.
"I don't know. They also got front row seats, while the rest of us got stuck back here. Maybe they did something else?"
"Gawd, I hope so! I don't want to be smarter than them! Do you know what it's like in the gate glass? (a/n gate class: more advanced students) it's hard! They're already done with half of calculus! I always thought that 8th grade was about algebra!" the girls shivered. The two looked down at the four girls below, their worried looks were even noticeable from 19 rows above.
"OKAY GIRLS! ATTENTION UP HERE!" Anko called, her megaphone scaring most of the girls, being a covered in painted bugs and snakes. "AS YOU KNOW, THE HIGH SCHOOL THE MAJORITY OF YOU ARE GOING TO IS CO-ED. BUT NO NEED TO WORRY, YOU ALWAYS HAVE YOUR KNEE, AND THEY ALWAYS HAVE THEIR BALLS, SO GO AHEAD AND WHAM 'EM IF YOU HAVE TO!" many girls sweat dropped at their female principle's actions, seeing her lift her leg as a demonstration for kneeing a guy.
"Um, Anko san… the graduation?" the vice principle, Yuuhi Kurenai, whispered. Anko stopped, looking at Kurenai.
"Oh yeah." she said, putting her leg down from it's lifted position. "Anyway, some of you are just going to Konoha High. No applications needed, you're just going. But some of you are going to other schools: Fiery High, Sand High School for the Mental, Aquamarine High, or some other school, but we congratulate you anyway. You've taken your education to a higher level, and we're happy for you." Anko spit to the side, hitting some guy in the face. "Now that that's done, let's move on!"
As Anko passes out the certificates of the school, the group of girls that sat in the front just watched. As the final girl was given her award, things got to be a little exciting. "Tori Yoriko." Anko called out the final name, before grabbing her megaphone.
"OKAY! THAT'S DONE!" Anko screamed into the megaphone. "NOW, AS YOU CAN PROBABLY ALL SEE, WE SKIPPED A FEW STUDENTS! NO, I DID NOT MAKE A MISTAKE! IT'S ON PURPOSE!"
Murmurs of confusion spread like wildfire in the room. All eyes were on the four girls up front, following them as Anko called them up to the stage.
"As you all know, Konoha isn't the best school district, but it does have some good sponsors. And well..." anko pulled the pink haired girl and put her arm around her. "It seems that these four are going to the highest place our school can offer after we've finished our job." she spit again, hitting the same man. The man sighed, his eye groaning behind his silver hair.
"Huh? What do you mean somewhere else?" a blond asked, her blue eyes flashing anger.
"It would mean you were accepted into a prestigious school." the girls turned to meet a blonde haired woman with amber colored eyes. She stood in front of the entire school, as if announcing her very presence was to be bowed to.
"No way…" the indigo haired girl whispered.
"Welcome to the S.o.D.a.S.'s female division, girls." she smiled. "We've been expecting you."
"Fuck, what the hell did we do?!" an angry blonde boy whispered/yelled to a uncaring onyx eyed boy. The mentioned boy leaned back into his seat, knowing he could probably buy his way into a high school, so if he didn't graduate, oh well. "I could give a flying fling. Probably doing something to us." he answered. Two other boys sat in their front row seat, staring at the stage.
"As you all know this year is important to get all your applications in for high school, but a group already turned theirs in when they were in 7th grade." Asuma, the vice principle said, in replacement of the grinning principle, Gai, who was posing for pictures. From his clone, Rock Lee, no less. "Would the four boys in the front please join us?"
"THE CAMERA LOVES YOU, GAI SENSEI!"
"OH YEAH, RIGHT HERE, AND HERE, AND THERE!"
Many sweat dropped.
As the four boys walked up to the stage, Asuma said, "We thank you for your years at our school, Hurricane Junior High. But now…" he paused welcoming the new guest.
"…shit…" the long haired boy and pineapple headed boy semi swore with their friends. The foursome stared at the man before them. "Is he-?"
"Hey guys!" the old man said, spiky white hair springing all over. "Glad to see you're joining the S.o.D.a.S.'s male division!"
Tokyo, Japan…
Located on the island of Honshu, and home to some of the most high end schools. Home of CLAMP (a/n the school. Yes, there's a manga on it. Clamp school detectives. Read it. :)), and an unnamed school called, 'S.o.D.a.S.' or, School of Dance and Song.
And this is where our story begins.
S.o.D.a.S is divided into two sections: the female and male division, and inside these sections are four top students that rule the school with dance and song. These eight leaders, or the student board, have more control of the S.o.D.a.S.'s student body than the school board itself. Each board contains the following:
The Organizer…The planner of all.
Supervises, plans, and sets all activities: dances, festivals, and even field trips.
The Guard… The protector of all.
Stands as the judge, handler of money, and as an one man police force.
The Speaker… The voice of all.
Speaks for the student body, has the most passion to care for all. Tends to the well-being of the student body, and happens to work as Chair if the Chairman or Chairlady cannot fulfill his or her duties.
And finally…
The Chair... The leader and top best student of all.
Has the most power to influence the student body and the school board. He or she has the power to veto, or decline, any action the student board has made. He or she also is the spokesperson for the school in general.
The female division holds the top four female musicians. Beautiful melodies, catchy songs, incredible dance moves, good looks, and weird abilities… known as T.H.I.S.
The male division has the top four male musicians. Known for their hard rock, abnormal eye colorings, their cockiness, strange abilities, and especially their good looks… known as CURSED.
Music is their life
…
Can someone from the other side change that?
My new fic! the S.o.D.a.S. from my other fic, but I'll being doing it here, instead! And yes, S.o.D.a.S. the school does belong to me, and I did make it up. I shall go on!
-Ukeire&Ssl-