I stared at Iggy. He could not be serious. He just couldn't. Could he?

"What do you mean? You can't be serious! This could put us on the front page! AGAIN!" I yelled, and threw the application form at Iggy. Fang smirked, and I glared at him.

"Max, It's not that big of a deal. I'm just trying out for American Idol. Lots of people do." The blind 14-year-old protested. "Even a blind guy did it. He was really good, too."

To make matters worse, Nudge entered the room just then. (Enter random swear word here)

She picked the application off the floor, and read it. The 11-year-old's eyes widened. "Iggy, you're trying out for American Idol? That's SO cool! I wish I could try out, but Max won't let me. It's SO cool she's letting you…"

I rolled my eyes. This was typical Nudge. Saying things that she doesn't even think about. I tried to get her attention, and failed miserably. She rambled on.

Suddenly, Fang picked her up, set her down in her room, and locked the door. When he re-entered the room, he received shocked glances from Angel and I.

"You were saying, Max?" Fang said casually.

I returned to yelling at Iggy. "I know there was a blind guy on American Idol, but he was 23. And he could sing. You sing worse than I do! And I'm really bad! You're going to look like an idiot, and we're going to get publicity, which is BAD! And something's going to go completely wrong, and I'm going to blame you when it does!"

With that, I stormed off to my bedroom, and slammed the door. As I sat down on my bed, I heard a very familiar voice.

"Follow your soul to inspire greatness," it advised me, sounding like a fortune cookie.

"Okay, what the heck does that mean?" I replied. There was no answer.

We flew to Los Angeles the next morning. I had the daunting feeling we were walking into a trap. Iggy received his contestant number, and we took a seat in a large auditorium.

"You know I am going to kill you when this is over, right?" I threatened Iggy.

He smiled. "No, you won't," he stated calmly.

I glared. "I'm glaring at you, Iggy." I informed him, as he chuckled softly. This annoyed me, so I punched his arm.

"Ow! What was that for?" he inquired.

"Just felt like it."

It seemed like we waited for hours… and hours… and hours. I was so bored; I actually counted the number of seats in the auditorium, not to mention the floorboards and ceiling tiles.

"Max, I'm hungry," Nudge complained.

"Okay, sweetie. I think I saw a McDonalds across the street." I turned to the rest of the Flock. "You guys want anything?" They all shook their heads.

As I took Nudge's hand and got out of my seat, I heard someone call, "Iggy Martinez" I let go of Nudge, and turned to Iggy.

"Martinez? You stole my last name! Why did you have to steal my name?"

Iggy raised his eyebrows. "I kind of don't have a last name…"

"Whatever." I turned back to Nudge. "You still want food?"

"Nope! I want to see how Iggy does! It would be SO cool if he did good. Maybe we'll even be on TV! That would be SO cool…"

I ignored everything after the first word, and ran to catch up with Angel and the boys. We watched Iggy and Fang walk into the judging room.

Iggy walked into the judging room, Fang by his side. Fang looked around, and noticed the bored expressions on the judges' faces. He sighed, and sat in one of the chairs lined up at the side of the room, pulling a water bottle out of his pocket.

Simon was the first judge to speak "Okay… Iggy. What are you going to sing?"

Iggy stuttered, "I Believe I Can Fly."

Fang choked on his water, trying not to laugh. How ironic, he thought.

I waited impatiently for Iggy and Fang. Suddenly, Angel giggled. "What's so funny, Angel?" I asked the young mindreader.

"You'll never guess what song Iggy picked," she answered.

Just then, we heard the most horrible noise come from the judging room… Iggy's singing.

"I believe I can fly…

I believe I can touch the sky…"

I almost collapsed with laughter. I knew that Iggy was a bad singer, but… wow.