AN: Alright, guys. This is a new idea that I'm thinking of, so I really need you guys to tell me what you think. Is it good, bad, needs improvement. I've got to know, so I really need you guys to review! I've had this story stuck in my head for awhile.

(Fang's POV)

"I'm so bored." I moaned as my mom started setting the table.

Mom rolled her eyes. "Then help me set the table." She had the same black hair and dark brown eyes that I did. I also had her olive skin tone, but I was taller. She was nice, and a great mom, but she was also sarcastic too. She was the perfect mom for me.

I looked up at her from where I was on the couch. My head was resting on the arm of the couch, so everything looked upside down. I sighed and moaned again. "I'm so lazy."

Mom rolled her eyes. "Come on, Fang. You know your father might come home irritated again. Try to get up and make yourself useful so you're not in his way. You know how he gets when he's cranky. After all, you're the same exact way." she reminded me. My dad was a manager for this big recording company. He had been listening to a lot of people demos recently, and not a single one of them were any good. He was looking for a band that could do it all. He said that that was the next big thing. A band who could sing rock, pop, country, soul, and whatever else he wanted them to. Some punk and alternative. But, so far, all of them have sucked royally.

"Yeah, Fang, get up and help, will ya?" My brother Iggy asked. He was cooking the food. I felt that it was sad that my fraternal twin was a better cook than our mom. (AN: Iggy is not blind in this story. And I'm thinking about putting some Niggy in here. Not sure yet though. Or it might me so Eggy, or illa or whatever they call it nowadays.)

"Alright, alright. I'm coming." I replied. I helped my mom set the table. I was not getting anywhere near Iggy's cooking. He was very…overprotective of his food. He plans to be a big chef one day, and open his own restaurant. He definitely has the talent for it.

My dad burst through the door. At first I thought he was made again, but he was grinning from ear to ear. "I found them!" he shouted excitedly. "I finally found them. The perfect band!" He had strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes, just like Iggy. He was also pale like Iggy, and a pervert like Iggy, and a great cook, again, like Iggy. Do you see the pattern here?

"So you found a demo you liked?" Mom asked.

Dad shook his head. "No, I actually heard about them from Fang here."

"Me?" I asked.

"Yes! The Flock, remember? You said that your friend, Max, was the lead singer. You said that she was unique because she was biding her time to find her band's big break instead of fighting everyone else for the perfect job. Well, I went to that club they went to, and they sounded amazing! They played songs of all different genres! They're exactly what I'm look for!" Dad said excitedly.

I grinned. "You're choosing Max's band?" I asked. This was great! I wonder when he'd make the offer.

Dad nodded. "They're perfect. They'll blow Kevin out of the water." he replied. Kevin Venom was the owner and CEO of Venom recording company, one of the biggest recording companies, known for some of the biggest stars. He was a hard guy to please, but, if you won his affections, it was well worth the reward. The last band that Dad managed had "blown Kevin out of the water" too, but they were already old when my dad had found them. And everyone wanted a band that sounded great and was eye candy to look at. They also wanted songs that related to them, and none of that band's songs related to the young generation.

I nodded. "Max's band was a good choice, Dad. And Max herself writes all of their songs. It'll be perfect. Trust me, her songs are really top notch."

"But how do they have the money for all of that equipment. They sounded like a band that already had a recording contract." Dad said.

I shrugged. "Max's parents are loaded. They don't really like her though, or her band. I think she actually gets the money for her band from her real dad. He's loaded too. Max's mom and step-dad hardly ever pay attention to her, and when they do, it's only to criticize or yell at her. Her dad and her step-mom love her though, but her mom won custody of her and her dad got remarried. All of her siblings are half-sisters and brothers."

Mom looked sad, and Dad got this angry look in his eyes. "How can they be like that? Their daughter has an amazing talent and their wasting it."

"Actually, they know about her singing abilities. But they want her to sing some opera or classical crap. They think that that will be a greater use of her talents, or some crap like that." I said. "And to make it even worse, her step-sister, Lissa, is a slut who doesn't wear nearly enough clothes and has probably slept with ninety percent of the guys in this town and her step-brother, Sam, has slept with about every girl in school. And they are still treated better than Max is."

Dad shook his head. "Well, we're going to change that. I'm going to ask her for the deal tomorrow."

I grinned. "I'm coming with you. I have to see their faces when you ask them." I told him, determined.

…the next day…

We were driving to Max's dad's house. That's where the band always hung out. As soon as we parked in the driveway, the door burst open and Damon, her lead guy singer and ex-boyfriend, stomped out of the house. Max was right behind him. "Where do you think you're going? I'm not done yet!" Max yelled at him. I saw my dad flinch, and I didn't blame him. Max could be downright terrifying.

She had dirty blonde hair and chocolate eyes, as well as an athletic, but curvy, body (Not that she ever showed off that body. She was, as she put it "Not a slut like that boneheaded, preppy girlfriend of yours). She was wearing ripped black jeans and a red tank top with a black vine design. She was also wearing a black button-up shirt over that, with the cuffs ending flipped up just below her elbows. The tips of her bangs were dyed red, and she had red streaks in her hair. She was about 5' 8'', and had the scariest death glare of anyone else I'd ever seen. She was also strong, even stronger than me, and that's saying something.

She had a confident air about her. She was stubborn and the lead singer and guitar player of the band. She was also the leader, and did all the organizing for shows and stuff. She had an almost mother-like way about her when it came to her younger siblings. She would protect her friends and family with her life, but no one was stupid enough to provoke her. Not since she'd put a kid in a mini-coma last year for beating up Gazzy, her little brother.

"Anywhere but here!" Damon shouted back. "You can find yourself a new singer, and a new boyfriend! I'm sick of you, you son of a b****!"

"Well, I'm sick of you! Why don't you go sleep around with another girl while you're at it? Maybe your conscience will actually survive it since you don't have a girlfriend to cheat on!"

"Whatever! I'm out of here!"

"Good! Now get off my property before I call the cops!" Max's dad, John, yelled from the doorway. Damon stomped off. I walked up to Max, my dad not far behind me. He looked exactly like Max. She got her dirty blonde hair, brown chocolate eyes, and stubborn, leader-like attitude from him. In fact, she got everything from him. She was nothing like her mom.

"Hey, you okay?" I asked.

She looked at me in surprise. "Oh. Hey Fang. Yeah, I'll be fine. He was starting to get on my nerves anyways. I've been trying to break up with him for at least a week and every time I tried, something would get in the way. Stupid sexist pig." She muttered the last part. "By the way, you might want to break up with J.J. I don't know how to tell you this nicely, so I'm just going to go with my usual blunt style. She was the one Damon was sleeping with." She gave me a sympathetic look.

"She is so dead." I replied. "But I'll deal with that later. Does this mean the band's breaking up?" I asked her nervously.

"What? No way! We just got to find a new guy singer." Blade said from the doorway. His actual name was Bobby, but he said that you had to have a cool name if you were going to be in a cool band. He was the base guitar player. He had short, black spiked hair, with the tips dyed red. He was pretty high on the "hot scale" as many of the more preppy girls like to call it. He was about 6' 5'', so he was a pretty tall dude, and he was built too. And he was like a big brother to Max. He also wore black jeans and jacket, with a red shirt.

"Yeah, we'd never break up the band." Abby said. She was the drummer. She was a redhead, with blue eyes. She was shorter than Max, about 5' 5''. She had a tough girl personality as well, and she also had an athletic body. She was pretty hot, but not really my type.

"Actually, we'd been planning on kicking him out for awhile. After all, we didn't even get a record deal yet and he was already drunk on fame." Mikey said. He was tall and built, just a little shorter than Blade. He had dark skin and was wearing a red tank top and black pants. He was the rapper/mix board person, and he also helped Max with organizing the band and making sure they had everything. He might look intimidating, but he was actually, as Nudge put it (and I'm not even kidding you) "a big fluffy teddy bear in a bodybuilder's body". Yeah. But he wasn't afraid to beat the crap outta anyone who messed with his friends. (AN: Haha. Fluffy teddy bear. What can I say, I thought it was a funny idea.)

"Yeah, the dude was annoying and arrogant." Jake added. He wasn't as tall as Mikey or Blade, but more around my height of 6' 1'', and he had blonde hair and dark eyes. He had a huge chunk of his hair dyed black. He was wearing black pants and shirt with a red jacket. He was the keyboarder in the band. He always had this bored expression on his face, and he didn't like many people. Basically just his band, me, and Max's siblings. He wasn't as built as Blade or Mikey was either, but he could still hold his own in a fight.

"Yeah. I mean, I like everybody and the dude was getting on my nerves." Zack added. He was the sound person of the band. He was Jake's fraternal twin. He was the exact opposite of Jake. He had black hair with a red chunk dyed in, and blue eyes. He was built and fun-loving. He liked pretty much everybody he met, and always looked and acted excited about everything. And he never shut up. The dude was like a guy version of Nudge.

"Actually…" Max trailed off, looking at me and smirking.

"What did you do?" I asked, being careful to keep my expression blank.

She gave me an innocent look. "Moi?" she said. "I haven't done anything. But…" she trailed off again, dragging it out.

Mikey rolled his eyes. "We want you to take Sam's place." he said bluntly.

"Aw." Max fake pouted. "I wanted to see him squirm." she complained.

"That's what she said!" Zack yelled. The others looked at him, surprised, before they started laughing. Max playfully punched his arm.

"So, what'd you say?" she asked, smirking.

"I can't! You guys are way too good. Besides, adding another member to the band can break your…chemistry, I guess?" I replied.

"Too bad. You're joining." Max said, clapping me on the back. "Congrats."

"And what makes you think I'll join willingly?" I asked.

"Because if you don't, we'll just make you join unwillingly. Besides, I know you want to join, and you are good enough to be doing it. Trust me, we've been thinking long and hard about this." she said, suddenly more serious by the end. "We wouldn't make such an important decision on a whim."

"How long?" I asked suspiciously.

"Since we heard you and Max do that duet at the Christmas party." Abby replied. "Your voices went so well together, like they were perfect for each other. You two sounded much better together than Max and Sam. Max was reluctant at first, but she immediately agreed to that."

"Whoa." I said. I looked at Max and raised an eyebrow. She knew me well enough to know what I was asking. After all, we've been friends since we were in diapers. My mom and Max's mom used to be great friends. Before her mom turned all stuck up and annoying.

She shrugged. "I was wondering the same thing you were. If bringing a new member into the band would ruin our sound. But, I don't think it will. Plus, you can actually help me with the guitar parts." she said. "So, you in?"

I gave her one of my famous half-smiles. "Sure." I replied. "But my dad had something important to tell you."

"Does it have to do with important band stuff?" Max asked. When my dad nodded, she said. "Let's go inside. The neighbors are starting to stare." She then glared at said neighbors.

She led us inside and up to the soundproof room that the band practiced in. She walked over to the black and red couch and sat down, the rest of the band either sitting beside her or near her on red and black beanie bags. I stood beside my dad, even there were two black and red recliners. Yeah, the bands theme colors are black and red, just in case you haven't noticed. Whenever they meet for band stuff, they always wear black and red. To "get in the band spirit" as Abby and Zack had put it. Max and I had just rolled our eyes on that one.

"So, what's up?" Max asked Dad, her legs and arms crossed, her face serious. It looked so…wrong to see Max so business like. She was usually messing around and having fun.

"I'm a manager of the Venom Recording Company. And I want to offer you a record deal. It might take a lot of time and work, but I can make you big stars." he said bluntly. My dad was never a man for beating around the bush, something I inherited from him.

Max gave my dad a shocked look, while the others started cheering. She held up a hand and they quieted down. "What's the catch?" she asked suspiciously. "And how did you figure out about us? We never sent a demo to Venom."

"Fang here told my family all about you guys. Whenever he talks, it's about your band. And the only catch is that you guys have to make songs of all different genres." my dad said, smirking. It was an offer that they couldn't refuse.

Max hesitated, thinking it over. She talked it over with the band, asking for their opinions, but giving none of her own. When she asked me, I just replied with, "You should do it."

Finally, she gave us a small smile and said, "Alright, it's a deal." The rest of the band cheered and even I grinned. This was going to be awesome! "But!" Max said, cutting us off. "I swear to God, if anyone even comes near me with a skirt, dress, high heels, or make-up, they will die a slow and painful death."

"How about the band gets to choose what they wear?" my dad asked.

Max nodded. "I can agree to that." she said, smirking.

"Oh, and all of your families get to go with you on tour." Dad added. Max frowned at this while the others cheered. I could tell what she was thinking. That her mom, step-dad, and step-siblings wouldn't come anyways. I could also tell that she didn't want them to if they did decide to come. She shook her head though and smiled, talking excitedly with the others. Covering up her problems and how unhappy her mom and step-family made her. Just like always.

AN: Alright guys, sorry if they are a little out of character. Just review and tell me what you think is wrong so I can fix it. And tell me if I should go along with this story! Also, if anyone knows what kind of steps a band takes to get famous, I'd really like to know. And this story isn't only going to be centered around the band getting famous. They'll also be messing around, and there might even be a prank war in the future…anyways, review and tell me what you think! Also, review on whether you want Niggy or Eggy. And, if you don't like the title, give me suggestions for a new one, because I think I need something better.