AN: Yes, this is a teaser chapter. I simply want to know what everyone thinks of this idea. I'll post the first "real" chapter as soon as it's edited. If you're read A Different Kind of Family, this story is set in the same universe, eleven years later.

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"We need a play!" huffed the principal. "And a good one this time! We haven't had a decent turnout for a school play since we did Fiddler on the Roof eight years ago. And that was only because one of the performers was dared to take of her shirt in the middle of 'Tradition'."

"How about that Rent play, Mr. Clack?" the secretary, a fairly nice-looking woman in her thirties, young by her employers standards. "The kids are always talking about it."

"Ah, but I've seen the reviews, Miss Paile, and I didn't like what I saw!"

"Rodger and Ebert…"

"Ebert's rotting in Hell and Rodger's heading there on a fast horse! Cross-dressing! Lesbianism! The portrayal of homosexuality as a normal lifestyle! No, that will never do! What we need is…" His eyes wandered around, finally falling onto a copy of a movie magazine. A slightly overweight, middle-aged man stared back at him, beaming.

The man held up the magazine. "This is what we need! He's a role model, he's funny, and he just released a new movie! A musical movie!"

Miss Paile looked at the cover. "Mr. Clack, sir? … That's Nathan Lane."

"Exactly! He did the voice of Timon in the Lion King, so you know he's family friendly! And I'm sure he'd never speak for those so-called 'gay rights'!"

"Actually, sir, I believe…"

"You know, he and that Ian McKellen fellow should do a movie together! Maybe about the downfall of Sodom, they could play Christian soldiers fighting for The Cause…"

"Sir, what play do you have in mind?"

"The Producers!"

Pamela Paile blinked. "Sir, have you ever seen The Producers?"

"No, but I'm sure it's smashing! Now, call up the drama teacher, and…"

"Mr. Clack, Mrs. Coot went on a medical leave two months ago. She thought she was King Lear and kept going around trying to get her kingdom back from the students."

"Ah, yes, that's right… Well, who's going to direct this thing, then? Can't very well have a play without a director!" He looked through his window to the courtyard below. There were two blonde girls there, a taller one with dirty brown hair and a slightly shorter one with very, very blonde hair. One, the taller, turned a flawless back flip without any effort at all.

"Those are the Rotten-Ten girls, aren't they?"

"I believe so, sir."

"What's so special about them?"

"Both are on the gymnastics team, sir, and they brought home gold last competition. The younger, Allison, she's the junior captain of the cheerleading squad, and she's the Grade Ten rep on the student counsel."

"And the other?"

"Dana, sir. Captain of the gymnastics team, first line rugby, first line soccer, a star on the tennis team, and one of the most accomplished dancers in the school. She's vying for captain of the rugby team, she's quite a star. They call her the Great Dane, sir."

"Ah, of course! Well, have they shown any interest in the plays at all?"

She sighed, rolling her eyes. "Allison's stared in the school play from middle school up, and Dana choreographed them better than the actual dance teacher."

"Are they the girls whose parents… have that little problem?"

She sighed again. "Yes, sir. Though I wouldn't call it a problem…"

"Those people, they know musicals, right?"

"Those people, sir?"

"You know what I mean. Miss Paile, get me Mr. Rotten's number, would you?"