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Yuu sighs, exhausted. Another day of clearing out tasks that befell them after Grim and Riddle got into a petty argument.
'I swear... I will end up with more white hairs than Crowley ever will...' Thinking to themselves as they got their bed set up.
By this time, if they had still been back home, they would be in the comfort of their blankets, jamming to different musical numbers as they watched the same animatics portraying the same storyline of the same musical they had been replaying on their music app for weeks.
Weirdly enough, it seems as though not many people do that here with the media pieces the people have.
They roll over, watching the blue-maned familiar sleep. Seriously, what else can they entertain themselves with in this ghost- infested dorm? Well, they might as well retell the stories told in their own world, right?
They're not dumb enough not to realize that the place they got transported into is just some twisted— no pun intended- version of the wonderland that they knew.
And don't even start with how some of the guys who are clearly based on the villains of the most popular fairytales from home are just casually interacting with them, on occasion!
The more they think about it, the more it seems unfair how the stories about the people here are so magical and romanticized.
Although they are aware that some of these stories are also derived from much darker ones, they give moral lessons and harsh reality checks to the reality of their previous world.
Their people back home created a euphemized version of the stories, creating the "Happy Ever After" tagline that children would find to be a pure delusion once they get into the harder part of life.
'Well, no point in trying to think too deeply about it now.' It's not new for them to have these thoughts once in a while, ever since they were transported into this world.
It's no use to think too much about it, but it's one of the few ways that they can remind themselves they had a life before becoming the known prefect that came from another world.
However, Yuu can't help but hope that they can also share a part of their own history with this world. Thinking about how to do that is what is difficult.
Considering the significant cultural differences between their world and this one, there's a high chance they'll be mocked or, worse, judged for what they learned back in their own world.
'How do I tell the stories from my world that the people here would also find entertaining?' Yuu turned to lie on their back, facing the ceiling as they kept thinking.
The people here would have zero idea of what I'm talking about...' They looked out the window, 'If their history is a part of our world as storybooks, then maybe...'
Yuu lightens up at the thought, 'That's right, maybe I can look for similar stories that they consider as tales, in the library?'
Yuu can say for sure that, out of excitement, they ended up searching throughout the entire history section of the library. They're glad they haven't reopened a random cursed book yet as they search for it.
Yuu only realized that it had been a couple of hours when it was just them strolling around. They're pretty sure they already missed some classes as well.
An old, almost rotting, page falls out of one of the few worn-down books that they were rearranging.
Strangely enough, the page contained a drawing. A very familiar drawing. It was the same portrait of one of the most famous monarch in the history of their world.
"There was no way—" They thought they would only find their world's history here as fictional tales or storybooks, but this?
This resembled the most famous paintings of one of the most well-known monarchs in their own world's history, as if it were shrunk to fit inside the book. Because there was no way someone could replicate it with the exact details as the huge framed portrait of Queen Elizabeth I of England!
Yuu quickly scrambles onto the books they were currently holding on to, trying to find where the torn page came from.
They breathed a sigh of relief, letting out a silent squeal of joy when the page matched the torn corner of one of the books.
'This... this is it...!' Yuu closes the book to see the cover, only to find it faded and unreadable, except for the word that really cemented the page's belonging to the book. "Tudors...!"
They immediately looked over to the other books they had shuffled through, and they noticed the same rose imprint on the book's spine.
'This is definitely a part of a series...Which means...!' Yuu jumped when someone cleared their throat behind them.
When they turned around and looked up, they saw Mr. Trein with an evident frown on his face. "Might I ask why you are not in class at the moment?" He asks, crossing his arms in disappointment.
When he saw the books they had been rummaging through, Yuu was already coming up with various justifications and things to say for cutting classes. They expected to be scolded instantly, only for him to pick up one of the books from the pile.
"Oh? What's this? It seems as though someone is interested in these centuries-old books." Yuu watched the professor examine the old book.
"I'm surprised it still held up after so many years..." The older man handled the book delicately, careful not to tear or damage the paper.
He closed it swiftly and looked back at Yuu. "Still, you couldn't have picked another free time to continue digging through the old corners of this part of the library?" Yuu shrinks to themselves before sighing.
"I am very sorry, Mr. Trein. I did not notice the time, and it seemed as though I was so deep that I even missed the time."
The professor sighed and motioned for the student to come closer. "If you had been doing an unproductive activity, I would've had you in detention already. But I suppose I can make an exception."
The sound of furniture shifting carefully in the library echoed as he waved a hand to arrange seating for him and Yuu.
"I am intrigued by how you managed to dig through the oldest of books— to the time before magic." Yuu's eyes sparkled at those words.
'Does this mean... their world is what home would be if we had magic back there?' Yuu shook their head and watched the professor pick through the books. "Hmm... the history of the old Queendom of Roses..."
They waited patiently for what the professor might have to say. "Oh? It is, in fact, an old history book about the Queendom before humans could even use magic, a time when it was considered a heavy act of crime to even try to practice it. A time before the great seven showed us that magic is more than a catalyst to selfish deeds." A snort almost escaped them as the other man kept talking. 'How ironic...'
"However, it is also important to remember the ways of how our ancestors lived before the emergence of magic amongst humans. I did not think it would interest you at all. Most of the youth nowadays have no passion for such things anymore." Mr. Trein leans back on his chair.
"But then, you are, after all, from a place where magic did not exist, yes? It would only be natural for you to be curious about what Twisted Wonderland could offer." They nodded and took the portrait of the old English queen. "This... is actually a very familiar portrait for me."
Mr. Trein listened intently as the prefect explained the connection of the historical figure to their own world. When the conversation ended, both of them had their fair share of theories and conclusions.
And for the longest time that Yuu has been in Twisted Wonderland, this was the nearest thing to providing closure for their unexpected travel.
As for the theories that both of them came to, "This might mean the place you were from is an alternate timeline of some sort..." The professor stated that Yuu agreed to be the highest possibility there is.
"Now we know why the place you said you came from is something you cannot go back to anymore. It is because it has been replaced with a place that did not exist in the timeline you came from."
The older man sighed before standing up and fixing the books they had gone through with their discussion. He hands them over and places a hand over the student's shoulder while giving them a small smile.
"As I said earlier, I will excuse your missed classes and will explain to Headmaster Crowley. That crow has barely even made any effort in actually trying to get you back to your home; it is only fair that you get to have this moment. Don't forget to be careful with the books, alright? Those are still historical pieces."
With one last pat on their shoulder, Mr. Trein left them to continue studying the collection that's now sitting neatly on the library table. The unrelated books were tucked back into their original places, too, leaving the Tudors series and some related geographical books.
The stacks contained a book for each monarch that had reigned over England, or as it is now known, the Queendom of Roses.
The books started from the very first monarch of the Tudor period— Henry VII, down to the last, which is Queen Elizabeth I.
"The most prosperous period of England, but also the most controversial..." Yuu muttered to themselves, as far as they can remember from the documentary they watched when they were younger.
When checking the book after Henry VII, there was a separate book dedicated to his six wives. And to the story of his six wives alone.
They're surprised that even Anne Boleyn's story was still written here, considering that Henry made sure to wipe out every evidence that she existed after he exposed her affair. They guess it's only fair considering that she is the mother of the last monarch of the Tudor period.
Reading through that one was kind of off-putting to them; it's as though the stories for each one emphasized their time and relation to Henry rather than their contribution to history itself.
Yuu's just glad that the book did include the parts where they actually had a hand in using their political position to create a change for society. But it was more or less just little details that were overlooked.
...
They finished their little historical research before students could start lounging in the library. Taking the collection of books back to the Ramshackle dorm. Careful not to drop any books on the way back. Unfortunately, they still managed to drop one and hit someone in the process.
That someone just so happened to be Ace Trappola. "Ow, watch where you're-" Deuce pulled him aside to fix his composure before picking up the dropped book.
"Well, there you are, Yuu, where have you been the entire day?" He asked, eyeing the books that the prefect was holding.
"Yeah, you look like you need a hand with all that you're carrying," Ace said as he brushed himself off. "And what's up with all these?" Ace sends a pointed look at the books they're holding.
"Ah, these... these are just Mr. Trein's way of making me catch up to the lesson I missed today." They gave the two a sheepish look.
Deuce raised a brow as he opened the book that fell. "Huh, these look old, like really, old." Deuce skimmed through some of the texts.
"It looks like a history book, centuries ago from that." Ace narrowed his eyes at Yuu.
"What adventure is our prefect planning that they want to know the past of our very wonderful land?" He asks with a smirk and even nudges their shoulder.
Ace wasn't really expecting a serious answer when the prefect signaled them to come closer. "You see, I wouldn't call it confidential, but it's a bit personal, so... you two might need to sit down for this." The two boys gave each other a contemplative look before nodding.
"Where should we talk about it exactly? Ace asked, leaning in closer to the two. "To my dorm!" The prefect said to both of them with a smile.
"Oh? another sleepover?" Yuu shook their head, "No. No sleepover happening, you guys are only staying until dinner."
The two boys didn't protest and followed the prefect. "Uhh, need help with that?" Ace asked, motioning to take some of the load off Yuu's arms.
"I would like that, actually," They said with a smile as they let Ace take a few of the books. "I will carry some as well," Deuce said before doing the same thing.
The prefect thanked them, the three of them chattering as they went over to the Ramshackle dorm. When they got there, Grim was waiting impatiently for the prefect to prepare their dinner.
The duo who accompanied them settled the books on one of the tables as they waited for Yuu to settle down.
When Yuu sat down in front of them, the two were ready to bombard them with questions, but were cut off before they could even ask. "It's related to my previous world."
The two immediately straightened at the sudden mention of the prefect's current objective to go back home. "What!?" Both of them asked loudly, even getting Grim curious at the sudden noise.
"What? What do you mean, my henchman will be leaving their great Master Grim!?" The three gave the little monster a deadpan stare before cutting back to their conversation, Deuce sighing as he waved a hand to dismiss the interruption. "Go on, Yuu."
They gave an affirming nod and got to distributing the book to the two. Ace took a closer look at the faded covers and patted them to try to brush some of the dust off.
"Hey! Careful with those! You can't casually do that." Ace checked the book out more and blew on it instead.
"Huh, it does look like it's about to fall apart if you apply enough force," Deuce said. As he opened the first book carefully, it had some torn pages for sure, but at least the cover page was still readable.
"Eugh, seriously? What are these dusty things supposed to help in your journey back home, huh?" Grim also joined them at the table, eyeing the scatter of books on the table.
"These don't even look like they have magic." The prefect sighed with growing frustration at the little monster's continuous nagging.
"Well, these aren't exactly going to get me back." Grim smugly crossed his arms. "Ha! Told you." He said, giving them an arrogant smirk. Ace gave a flick to the familiar's snout.
"Can't you shut up for a sec?" He then looked back at Deuce and Yuu to continue. "Well, it's not something that can bring me home, but it is something to help me figure out how to get back home!"
The three gave a sound of understanding. "No wonder it got you busy to the point you were missing for almost the whole day." They hummed in response and took what is supposed to be the first volume of the collection.
"This might actually take a while." Ace gave a short laugh. "Yeah, I mean that's why you brought us here, no?" They nodded in agreement before finally going to the point.
...
After a few diversions and crossing over with Yuu's little storytelling, the two boys did end up sleeping over anyway, given how late it was when they finished talking about it.
The two surprisingly got invested in the books' contents, especially when Yuu told them about the connection of the books to this world and their own. Even with the confusing things they had to read, the drawings and imagery included got them distracted as well.
Now, they're all getting ready for bed. "That's why Mr. Trein ended up excusing me. I guess he considered it a learning experience." Ace scoffed to himself.
"Hey, maybe we can join you next time," Ace said, sticking his tongue out to Deuce, who pinches his side. "Absolutely not, you just want an excuse to cut classes." That earns him a grumble from the other boy, "It was a suggestion!"
Yuu nodded at Ace's words while the two continued to bicker, Grim even joining them in between.
'Hmm, that's not really a bad idea. Maybe I can ask my fellow freshmen as well? Get them to help me understand these books, or get them to understand the books?' They lit up and clapped their hands together, getting the attention of the other two
"Huh?" Ace raised a brow at their sudden enthusiasm. "Wonder what cog finally started turning in their head," Deuce mumbled. Yuu gasped, slightly offended, "Hey! I heard that... But yes! I did think of something!"
"Let's free all our plans this weekend! I need a little help with my simple research." They sing-songed. "Eh? Are we not helping enough, though?" Deuce wondered.
"Ooohh, you don't want to see our dear little friends? I'll tell on ya~ heheh!" Ace tittered at him, getting a glare in return. Yuu ignores it.
"Yes! But, you guys don't know how much Ortho's abilities will help with this." Ace nodded in agreement, way too enthusiastic for Deuce's liking.
"Plus, Sebek's connection to age-old beings could give us more info as well," Deuce added.
"Aaanndd what about Jack and Epel, oh no! Don't tell me you're leaving them out because they can't serve you!!" Grim teased but shut up immediately when Yuu motioned to throw a can of tuna outside the window.
"Ignoring that, how can we be so sure they won't be occupied this weekend?" Deuce asked, leaning back on the bed.
"Oh, no need to worry, I have just the ways to convince them to join." The two stare at them in disbelief, the other only winking at them.
"Hey! You guys won't be the ones to hassle yourselves doing it, so quit being judgmental, okay?" They both stared at them for a moment before turning to settle on the sleeping place that Yuu prepared for them.
"Sure, do so when we're both asleep." As Deuce tucks himself into bed, Ace laughs and quickly follows.
Mozus Trein is a strict man, and that is something he does not deny. It's in his nature as a teacher to be lenient when it comes to disciplining a student.
Still, he is not trying to be overbearing. If the time calls for it, he knows how to make exceptions and consider situations as they arise.
Cutting classes is not that much of a violation of school law, so long as you don't cause trouble and get caught, there are really not many consequences.
Mr. Trein knew that it was unavoidable for some students to do the latter, which is why, as much as possible, he tries to turn a blind eye to such actions.
When he noticed the prefect's absence from his class yesterday and found that they had actually been stuck wandering around the library, he let the student be and even offered help, just in case they were having trouble with the topic they planned to study.
After classes were done, he took a stroll to the library, where he found them specifically going through the history section.
So he approached the student and had that interaction with them yesterday. It was a bit insightful; he was glad that he was able to impart a part of his knowledge to the younger, and he learned something in return.
It does not make him any less sorry for the student's situation, being pulled away from your normal life and having to miss the rest of what you've known. But he does not know how to get the younger back; the things they talked about are what he can say is the most closure he can give.
"I fear I might have to remind a certain birdie about an overdue task he had..." He says as a certain fluffy cat rubs itself onto his leg.
"Ahh, yes, Lucius, do not worry, little thing, it will not disrupt my time for you." He reassures the feline before continuing his work.
...
With the faculty members all gathered, Mozus Trein had expected the meeting would be much more productive than this. Well, it was his mistake for having his hopes up. Not to disrespect their school's headmaster, but he definitely is over his head sometimes.
He doesn't know how they got to the topic, but when Crowley had asked him about the prefect's recent activities, he had no choice but to tell the headmaster, albeit he made sure to defend the student to his capabilities.
Surprisingly enough, the mage saw it as a good opportunity to talk about how much this school has truly been helpful in giving the student a chance to go home.
And how he, specifically, had been the one to say it would be a good chance for other students to learn about their old history.
'But don't I already teach them?' He propped his arms on the table and leaned his head on it, a heavy hum sounding in his throat. He supposes Crewel must've heard him, since they sat near each other.
"Professor Trein, is everything alright?" He says as the headmaster's chattering went on. The older man lets out a resounding hum before fixing his composure as the Headmaster finally gets over his unnecessary speech.
"So now with the school year ending, I think it would be great if the freshmen of this batch could showcase all the things they have learned this year! Especially with someone as special as the prefect, it would benefit the school for them to share their knowledge as well!" That made almost everyone at the table turn their attention to the headmaster.
Crewel raises his hand to interrupt the overexcited man, "Don't you think that troubling that pup is enough? Also, we have countless festivals done this year already." Crowley only chuckled and brushed his statement off.
"Tut, tut, this will be a school festival where even outsiders are invited as well, showcasing the talent of our first years, exhibiting their strengths as the next generation of our school!"
"You just want a reason to brag, don't you?" Trein asks the obvious question. "Oh no, it is not bragging! It is called performing!" As the headmaster continues on his rambling, Trein knows this will be a long, long meeting.
In the end, almost all of the teachers of the faculty had no choice but to agree. Already feeling drained from the headmaster's exceptionally wonderful ideas, that there's no point in trying to disagree with his insights.
"And it'll be held within a week!" Grunts and groans of reluctant agreement sounded in the room.
"Fuck...." Crewel cursed under his breathe into which Trein couldn't help but agree.
Fortunately enough, all of them were free on the weekend, except for Ortho. Convincing most of them was fairly easy, especially when they mentioned the relation of their previous world's history. Ortho just had business he had to take care of and help with in their dorm.
All went fairly well; they were having a good time. Questions were thrown around, as expected. It is technically a piece of history that has long been buried in the past.
Of course, Epel, Jack, and Sebek had been curious as to why they had to suddenly discuss these things. In which the other three eagerly explained to them. Now they have been long immersed in the topic they are studying.
"Hm, I think I remember reading about a place called France before..." Sebek trailed off as they read through the chapter about Anne of Cleves from the third volume of the collection. Yuu hummed.
"If I remember correctly..." They trailed off while taking a geography history book and opening to a page showing the old map of Briar Valley. "It's the old name of Briar Valley..."
"Oh, wait, really? But it also says here that they used to speak a language called "French." If I'm not mistaken, it sounds similar to what Rook speaks, and he's from the Shaftlands." Epel pointed out after flipping through another page.
"It could be because of how fairly close the countries are," Yuu answered as they flipped through another book.
Epel's phone started ringing when he was about to question another thing about the book of Henry the Eighth's wives. It did startle him a bit, and he hastily picked it up at Vil's caller ID.
"Oh, sevens, you're not in trouble, aren't you?" Epel scoffed and took his phone to talk somewhere else. "Not that I remember?"
Just as he was about to open the call, A knock sounded at the door of the old dorm. They all exchanged looks, trying to get one of the other to open it.
Jack grumbled and went to the door. He yelped at the sight of the Headmaster— Dire Crowley, who was wearing a huge smile on his face. "Well, well, just the right people I wanted to see!"
Yuu frowned. The figure's presence usually meant he was about to bring trouble to their very peaceful life.
'He has a huge smile on his face too...' While the other boys stood up and greeted the headmaster, Epel was on another corner talking to Vil about who knows what.
"Headmage! Is there anything you need for today?" Sebek asked loudly, making the others wince, and Yuu groaned at the sight of Crowley's smile growing into a huge ass grin.
"Well, aren't you eager!" He pats a hand on the guy's shoulder. "You guys are required to join this school year's final festival!"
"WHAT!?" The first years in the room ask in unison, even Epel, who looks like he received the same news, but from a different source. "Huh? Another festival, aren't you tired of this birdie?" Grim asks, crossing his arms, to which the headmaster ignores and clasps his hands instead.
"Also, sir, with all due respect, what do you mean by 'the right people' ?" Jack raises a hand to question.
The insane crow starts to chuckle aloud, Yuu noticing Epel sit back with a dead and defeated look on his face, propping himself on the table to sulk.
"You! My dear first-years!" He points at them, "The new generation that will bring more recognition and glory to this school!" Yep, they're all convinced the man's gone insane.
Yuu sighed defeatedly, "And... how does holding a new festival help?" They brace for the answer. "Well, that's relatively easy, perform? show off? All the things that will show them that the new batch of Night Raven College is a promising bunch!" There was silence for a while. "And the festival will happen in a week!"
Yuu can feel a headache coming on. 'This was supposed to be a productive weekend. Not an exhausting one!" Was their last thought before a book slipped past the headmaster's face that he barely dodged.
...
Yuu might've wished they could impart stories from their own world. The first thought that came to mind on showcasing these stories might have been musicals, but they did not expect it to be done this way.
In fact, the things they looked for in the library aren't supposed to become a concept for a performance
"Oh, would you look at that! You guys know what to showcase already!" The crow said as he picked up the book thrown his way.
"It would be nice if you guys performed something related to this, no?" "No." All of them answered, even Sebek, who would usually be compliant with school orders.
"Great! I wonder, what kind of performance you guys will have in store for the visitors that will be present at the festival?"
The man had the audacity to tilt his head on the side as if they were actually thinking of something critical and not something that he pulled out of his ass the moment it came up.
It took everything in Yuu to throw another book his way, 'If only these books weren't delicate...' "Also, isn't this nice? From what I heard from Professor Trein, these things are something that has a relation to your previous world! Am I not so kind as to lend my school's library for your search for a way home?" Yuu glared at the man, who only chuckled.
"Sir, if I may interrupt, this is just a little study session between our circle—" Deuce gave the man a deadpan stare when he held a hand up to his face.
"Do not fret, Mr. Spade! This will be a grand experience, showing the growth that the freshmen of our school had over their first year here in Night Raven College."
"I certainly learned that you can be a piece of sh—" Jack places a hand on Yuu's mouth before the prefect can throw profanities around. "But, how do we even perform this—" This time, Jack is cut off by the prefect.
"I think I have an idea now, just get out, Headmaster." The headmaster clapped his hands together in satisfaction at the student's words. "That's what I'm talking about! I have informed your seniors about this, so do not be afraid to ask them for help~!" And finally left.
They really, really wanted to throw a chair at that crow. Yuu sighed in defeat, cause their supposedly weekend dorm hangout turned into a mess of brainstorming possible concepts and ideas for the sudden announcement of a performance.
"Ughhh... Not all of us are performers!" Ace complained as he sat upside down on one of the sofas. "Yeah, and most of the things written in these books are still a bit difficult to understand..." Deuce muttered to himself as he flipped through a page of one of the books.
Jack has his ears flat on his head as he tries to think of a concept. "Come to think of it, all the monarchs that ruled during this period... they have books of their own. Maybe we can make a performance of a summary for each of their lives?" Yuu shook their giving a disapproving sound.
They took the book about Elizabeth I, "What about a play about this queen's life? A story of a neglected daughter, born to a father who never considered that a woman could make a great reign."
Sebek hummed at the suggestion. "It would be a great story to write a play about, especially since they ruled the old Queendom of Roses."
Ace snapped his fingers together and pointed at the book. "And maybe we can get Housewarden to share some of his divine knowledge to us!"
Yuu thinks deeply of their suggestions. Voices becoming a blur as they stared at a specific book that is unique to its own. They felt the calling of the book's cover.
'Now where else have I heard it before...' They kept staring intensely at the book. It's just simply so different. This is the only book that has an individual narrative for the stories of a monarch's past relationships.
'Did the book group their stories together because of the fact that they married the same man? With the man being a monarch?' Yuu narrowed their eyes.
Now it's starting sound more and more familiar. Someone had mentioned that before too, they're sure of it. They took the book and flipped through it. At first they were simply skimming through it.
That's when they spot a page in Anne Boleyn's chapter, just a page with a music number. With a small caption below the figure, 'Greensleeves.'
Like a light bulb lit up in their brain, Yuu slammed their hands on the table at the sudden realization. "I just remembered!"
They stayed silent for a few moments. Eyes wide and dumbly staring at nothing. "Uhh... what did you remember...?" Epel asked curiously.
Yuu showed them the book, pointing at it and to it's almost faded title at the cover. "The wives of Henry the Eighth." Yuu says for emphasis.
"Back in my world, there was a whole musical all just about them!" Yuu said, excited at the sudden rush of thoughts.
The other boys who had been brainstorming with them listened intently at the mention of Yuu's idea.
"It was called Six: The Musical. It's a fairly good one, and if Crowley said we want to make an impression to those who will attent the festival, that kind of musical would for sure do the trick."
Epel frowned. "Wait, wait, a musical? You suggest we have a musical play?" Yuu nodded and Epel huffed in disbelief. "Not everyone can sing you know! Also we're all boys, how do we even act out the following women, when we can't even sound like them?"
"Nothing a potion can't fix!" They said smugly before tapping at the book. "And what will we wear?" Ace asked, afraid that they will answer, what he thinks.
"Oh, pshh, you guys can't handle a little crossdressing?" This made them all sigh in defeat.
Sebek then threw a curious question their way. "Do you even remember the lyrics and tunes of that play, human?" He asks, crossing his arms together.
And Yuu continues to grin, confident at their annswer. "Why of course! It was one of my favorites! And if we only have a week to prepare, might as well use a concept that's been done right?"
The group agreed with resounding hum. "That is true, perhaps we can even ask assistance from Master Lilia, to let their band of music experts to play with us." Sebek suggests, Yuu thinks he was kind of exaggerating at the experts part though.
Epel nodded. "Yes, and as much as I want to keep my pride, we might have to ask help from Vil too..."
Deuce leaned back on the sofa until he was lying down. "Guess we'll have to explain a lot to Ortho, so we can get his help when it comes to technicals."
"Uhm? Can't Yuu explain first who are the people involved in this musical you're talking about? And how many people are required to perform and sing?" Jack asks, the others agreeing.
Yuu grinned and took out their phone that fortunately still held the downloaded files of each soundtrack that was in the musical.
"Oh and I even have the live version, so if you all are still worrying about the script. Heh, no need for that anymore." They said before finally showing them the content.