Summary: Max, Iggy, Nudge and Ella are all in a band called Fly By. It all starts out innocent, but when a boy named Fang and his younger siblings Gazzy and Angel meet Fly By, everything turns upside down. A story of love, mischief, and, of course, music. All Max-POV.
Warning: Rated M for a reason, people! Contains Fax and Lemons in future chapters.
Disclaimer: DNON.
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It's not easy being the lead singer of a popular band. You have to deal with paparazzi, crazed fans, and slipping up and making yourself look stupid. Trust me that last one happens to me quite often.
"Max, ten minutes till show time!" one of the stage hands told me.
"Thanks," I replied. I checked my reflection one last time in the mirror, fluffing up my brownish-blonde hair and I stepped out of my dressing room in a pair of black skinny jeans, a loose yellow short-sleeved shirt, and my trusty gray high-top Converse I wore to every concert. I walked briskly to where my bandmates Iggy, drums, Ella, lead guitar, and Nudge, bass, waited. Iggy and Ella were my older brother and younger sister. Nudge was my best friend in high school and a damn good bassist. They were all dressed more or less like me.
"Is Fly By ready to go on?" a different stage hand asked.
"Ready, guys?" I asked.
"Hell yes!" Iggy shouted.
"Totally! Can you believe this is our last show of this tour? Then we get to go back to college in Arizona! That'll be so fun! I hope we blend in—" Nudge started, but got cut off by Ella.
"We're ready, Max. Let's go rock the house!" Ella said.
"Alright. Fly By is ready!" I yelled to the stage hand. Us four stacked fists as we always did (don't ask me why, it was just our thing) and Iggy, Ella, and Nudge went to stage. A different stage hand handed me my silver microphone and I went below to the elevator/trapdoor thing.
I heard the band play the interlude to our hit song Brown Eyes and the elevator/trapdoor thing started slowly rising. Before I emerged on stage, I started to sing.
In your brown eyes, I walked away
In your brown eyes, I couldn't stay
The crowd started screaming as I appeared on stage at that last word.
In your brown eyes, you'll watch her go
Then turn the record on
And wonder what went wrong
What went wrong?
The crowd cheered extremely loud as I went into the first chorus.
If everything was everything
But everything is over
Everything could be everything
If only we were older
Guess it's just a silly song about you
And how I lost you
And your brown eyes
In your brown eyes, I was feeling low
'cause they're brown eyes and you never know
Got some brown eyes, but a soft face
I knew that it was wrong
So baby, turn the record on
Play that song
Where everything was everything
But everything is over
Everything could be everything
If only we were older
Guess it's just a silly song about you
And how I lost you
And your brown eyes
Everything was everything
But baby it's the last show
Everything could be everything
But it's time to say goodbye so
Get your last fix, and your last hit
Grab your old girl with her new tricks
Honey yeah, it's no surprise
I got lost in your brown eyes
In your brown eyes
Brown, brown eyes
Your brown eyes
Brown, brown eyes
Got some brown eyes
Brown, brown eyes
Brown eyes
The song faded out and the crowd practically blew my eardrums out. We played a couple more less-important songs and left. It was nearly midnight once we finally got out, and we were bombarded by thousands of fans for twenty minutes more or less. The tour was finally over and we could get back down to earth. Fame has its privileges, but just being home not worrying about anyone hassling you to get stuff done is the best.
"So, when does school start?" Iggy asked once we were back at our hotel room in Dallas.
"Already started," Ella informed him. Damn, I forgot about the whole college thing.
"So we're going in at the middle of the semester? Great," he said.
"Okay, guys! Great show tonight! You guys rocked!" our overly-enthusiastic manager Jeb Batchelder said. Well, more like yelled. "Now, come on! Get to sleep! Early rise tomorrow to get on the plane to Phoenix!"
"'Kay, Jeb," I said. "Night, guys!"
"Night," three voices echoed. I slipped into my pajamas and slid into my bed. Hopefully I got some sleep tonight.
—Eight Hours Later—
"Up and at 'em, Fly By!" Jeb yelled. I groaned and buried my face into my pillow, mentally begging for five more minutes. "Come on, we've got a plane to catch!"
My cell phone rang. "Hello?" I said into the receiver.
"Hi, Max!" a voice said. I immediately recognized the voice as my mom's.
"Hey, Mom! What's up?" I said.
"Not much. Just checking up on my big-shot daughter," she joked.
"Ha ha. Really, Mom, Fly By's not that big," I told her.
"Well, anyway, I have the house ready for you all. I'll meet you at the airport to pick you up," she said.
"Okay. Well, I gotta go before your boyfriend puts us all in a sack and drags up to the airport," I joked. It was true; our manager was dating my mom. Kinda gross, especially when they kiss in front of us.
"Okay. See you soon, Max!"
"Bye, Mom."
I snapped my cell phone shut and got dressed. Within fifteen minutes, we were all headed out of the hotel, luggage in hand, headed toward the limo to take us to the airport headed for home. We got to the airport at nine am, just in time to board our flight.
After what seemed like forever, but was really only about four hours, we touched ground in Phoenix. We exited our plane and got our suitcases from that conveyer belt thing. Wouldn't it be fun to ride one of those? I think it would be.
"Max!" I heard a familiar voice say. It was Mom.
"Hey, Mom," I said, hugging her. Iggy, Ella, and Nudge each hugged her after I did. Jeb pecked her cheek and Iggy pretended to barf.
"So, ready to get home?" she asked.
"Yup," we all stated. We walked to the parking lot where Mom parked her car. We got in and the ride home was short and sweet. Once we got to our house, we ran over one another to get out of the cramped car and into our respective rooms. We hadn't been home in about a year so we were stoked to finally be back.
We all finally got settled in, and the rest of the day was uneventful.
—Wednesday Morning, 7:45am—
"Bye, kids! Have fun!" Mom called from her van after she dropped us off at Arizona State University. No, we weren't going to stay in the dorms, so any of you out there that go to ASU, don't bother looking for us.
We went to the Dean's office to get our schedules, and unfortunately none of us had any classes together. I had Science first, so I headed off in the direction the classroom was on my map.
I finally got to class, maybe five minutes late, and handed the professor the slip of paper he needed to sign saying that I showed up to class.
"Class, this is our new student. Care to introduce yourself, Ms. Ride?" the professor said.
"Sure. I'm Max Ride, lead singer of Fly By," I said bluntly. A couple of people's jaws dropped and a few got wide eyed.
"Ms. Ride, you can sit in the back in the empty seat next to Mr. Martinez," the professor told me, pointing to the vacant seat next to a guy with longish black hair wearing all black. I made my way over to him and my cheeks reddened a little. Hey, he was kinda hot. I sat down and got out a notebook. The professor started lecturing about genes or something and I barely payed attention.
The boy next to me nudged my elbow with his own and I looked at him with a what-the-hell-do-you-want look. He gestured toward the table we shared with his onyx black eyes and I looked down.
I'm Fang, was written on the corner of his notebook. I wrote Max on a scrap of paper I tore out of my notebook.
Are your really that Max? From Fly By? He wrote.
Yup. I wrote.
Cool. He wrote.
I thought of what to write next and got it. Wanna sit with me, my brother, sister, and friend at lunch?
Fang hesitated, and then wrote Sure.
I smiled at him slightly and he looked away from me. I was starting to like this guy.
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A/N: I hope you liked this first chapter! Song was Brown Eyes by Lady GaGa. R&R, please!