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“For the billionth time, Ooyama,” Shirou groaned, rubbing his temple. “We are not doing Do Re Mi!”
“Why not?!” Ooyama protested, standing up. “ ‘What’s New at the Zoo’ is a CLASSIC!”
“I think Mizunama has a point,” Shun stated. “I think it’s too early for us to pick a musical, especially a western musical. Also…” He shuddered for a moment. “I can’t get that damn song out of my head.”
“It’s! A! Classic!” Ooyama continued to protest. “Besides, do you have a better idea?”
“Actually, I was thinking about maybe Romeo and Juliet–”
Everyone ad libbed complaints of “Oh come on! Not that play!” Some even booed him.
“No offense, Kazama,” Shirou began as he put his hand on Shun’s shoulder, “but that’s gotta be the most unoriginal idea out there.”
“Okay, hear me out,” one of the other drama club members began. “We can do a classical western play, but make it something kinda edgy like Oedipus or something.”
“What are you, a pervert?” one of the other members protested. “We can’t do Oedipus! That would never fly with the principal!”
“I know it’s neither classical nor western, but if I could make a suggestion…” the philosophy club president began.
“No one wants to do a play about your life story, philosophy club president!” one of the other members retorted.
“Damnit!”
“Oh, how about The Tale of Princess Kaguya!” one of the other members suggested.
“Which adaptation?” Shirou asked. “Besides, that’s probably more overdone than Romeo and Juliet here in Japan.”
Shun stood up. “Okay, we’ve heard a lot of ideas for Western plays; we want to do something slightly edgy that the principal will still approve of. I suggested we do Romeo and Juliet, but you guys didn’t like that, so what about Twelfth Night? It’s popular with high schools in the West, but it isn’t as common as Romeo and Juliet, and a comedy could be a lot of fun. What do you guys say?” He felt good about his decision, but he sounded a bit like he couldn’t wait for the meeting to be over.
The other club members talked it over. “Why don’t we take a vote,” one of them said. “Everyone put your heads down. Hands up if you want to do Twelfth Night.”
A relatively small but still significant majority of hands went up.
“Okay, now hands up if you don’t want to do Twelfth Night.”
Everybody else raised their hands.
“Alright,” the club member said. “We’re doing Twelfth Night.”
Most of the club members were happy with this decision, and the ones who were not as much were at least happy that the club had decided on a play.
Philosophy club president stood up. “And because all of us are men, it will be even more authentic to Shakespeare’s original production!” he pointed out.
“What?” Shun said, sweating a bit.