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left for me to do would be a costume fitting. I wonder what they’ll have us wear. I’m kind of looking forward to it.” Asahina smiled with a faint flush in her cheeks.
    It would appear that she’s grown completely accustomed to dressing up in costumes. I guess wearing a costume that’s appropriate for the situation beats wearing a meaningless costume for SOS Brigade purposes. There’s nothing strange about a waitress in a yakisoba café. Makes a lot more sense than a maid in the literary club room.
    But Haruhi apparently blew her response way out of proportion.
    “What’s that, Mikuru? You were dying to be a waitress? You should have told me sooner! That’s easy enough. I’ll get an outfit for you.”
    I suppose I shouldn’t talk like this has nothing to do with me, but club members in a club room who aren’t wearing a uniform just look out of place. The nurse outfit was pretty out there. Might as well stick with the maid outfit then… or I guess that’s just personal preference.
    “Well, that’s fine.”
    Haruhi turned back to me. “Kyon, do you know what the most important thing required to make a movie is?”
    Well, now. I scanned through all the movies that had left a deep impression on me. After some consideration, I confidently delivered my answer.
    “Innovative concepts and earnest passion in the production, right?”
    “It’s nothing abstract like that.” Haruhi denied me. “It’s the camera, obviously. How do you film a movie without equipment?”
    I suppose, but I wasn’t trying to be utilitarian…. Whatever. I’m not so fervent about innovative concepts or earnest passion or knowledgeable enough about film theory to put up an argument.
    “There you have it then.” Haruhi retracted the pointer and tossed it on the chief’s desk. “We’re going to go scrounge up a video camera now.”
    I heard a chair clang next to me. I looked up to see that Asahina’s face had turned pale. I suppose that was to be expected. The computer currently enshrined in this club room was swiped from the computer society through Haruhi’s coercive con scheme. And during that incident, Asahina had been the sacrifice.
    Strands of Asahina’s chestnut hair trembled. Her lips, like a pink shell, quivered.
    “U-u-u-um, Su-Suzumiya. That’s right. I need to go back to the classroom right away to take care of something.”
    “Shut up.”
    A terrifying look on Haruhi’s face. Asahina, half out of her chair, gave a soft squeal before sinking back into her chair.
    Haruhi suddenly grinned. “Don’t worry.”
    There isn’t a single precedent of you telling us not to worry where we actually didn’t need to worry.
    “I won’t be using Mikuru’s body as payment this time. I just need your help for a bit.”
    Asahina looked at me like a calf about to be loaded onto a truck. I refrained from bursting into a chorus of “Dona Dona” and turned to Haruhi.
    “Tell us what we’re helping you with. Or else Asahina and I aren’t budging a step.”
    Haruhi’s face plainly said that she had no idea what we were so concerned about. “We’re going to go round up sponsors. We’ll make a better impression if the lead actress is along, right? You’re also coming. You can carry stuff for us.”

CHAPTER 2
    It was supposed to be fall already, but the temperature had yet to cool. I guess Earth finally went senile and forgot to change the season in Japan to fall. The summer heat appeared set to continue diligently into extra innings with no end in sight. It would stick around forever unless someone hit a walk-off home run. Though I got the feeling that by that point, fall would be long gone and we’d be into winter.
    Haruhi told us that it might take a while, so we grabbed our book bags as we left school. I wondered where Haruhi was headed as she rapidly descended the hill. I really doubt we can find a sponsor willing to donate money for a high school original movie. Maybe if we were a research society, but we’re an