Summery: Do not know where this story is taking me. This is my first fanfic...

MaxPOV

I did not want to be here. My younger sister, Ella, had to practically drag me here due to the amount of discomfort of not wanting to be here.

Let me explain... I'm Max Ride, short for Maximum. And I am 15 years old and live with my mum, Valencia Martinez, and my sister, Ella. I don't have a dad, he died when I was younger.

I am currently in line to a sign up. To what? I'll tell you what, I am currently in a line with my darling sister to audition to join the most popular local band in our area. The Flock, which is what they call themselves, are looking for new band members, particularly female singers.

Just letting you know... I am not auditioning, Ella is. She plays bass guitar and can sing. Though, I can play piano, guitar and can sing, as well as some other instruments, I do not want to join The Flock. I have had enough experiences with being in bands, and I do not plan on joining a new one any time soon.

"Oh, my God, Max, I am so excited! Do you think I'll get in? I can't wait to meet the members. They're the most popular kids in our school! Imagine if I get in! Oh, God, Max... I don't think I can do this! What if they hate me? What if I stuff up major? Oh, God," blabbered Ella. She jittered frantically, making my head hurt.

"Ella, you'll be fine. Seriously, I saw what you prepared, and it rocked. So, shut up, and quit moving, you're making me anxious," I said sternly. I turned away from my sister, and looked around the room.

The audition was taking place in the schools auditorium, and the line went all the way through the aisles. The band sat at a table on the wide stage and were talking among themselves. The aisles were made up of red cushioned chairs and the stairs reached up to the back of the room. There were platforms that directed the audience to the exits in the middle of the room. Large, red, velvet curtains hung beside the stage. I have been here many times in my school life here.

"Do you think so, Max? You really mean it? Oh, I hope you're right... Oh, my God, I can't wait to meet them all. The guys in the band, I mean, do you think they'd like me?" continued Ella, grinning. I pretended to be listening to the performers on the stage while I said, "Ella, you're repeating yourself," I turned my head towards her and raised my eyebrows at her as her expression changed to one of a daze, though she was not looking at me. I turned my head to what she was looking at. Her eyes were cast upon the stage where the members of the band sat. She stared at tall, pale guy with strawberry-blond hair. He was talking fast to his a guy to his left earnestly using his hands to describe the subject further. He had a mischievous smirk on his face and seemed have an easy-going look to him.

"Ella," I said simply in a harsh tone, "You're stared holes in his head, cut it out," I waved my hand in front of her face to get her attention. She blinked and brouhgt her head back with a confused expression on her face, though she still looked towards the blonde on the stage.

"Wha?" she said in a startled tone.

"God, Ells, focus. Remember, you want to get into this band desperately," I pushed.

"Oh, right!" that seemed to get her started, she continued to contently ramble on and on about the band. I zoned her voice out and further expected the members of The Flock.

On the end of the table, there was a dark skin and dark haired African-American girl with large brown eyes and smooth skin. She talked to the guy on her left, who had large blue eyes and short, spiky, blonde hair. Next to him was the strawberry-blonde haired boy, who was talking to a sweet-looking girl with long, wavy blonde hair and large blue eyes. She sat quietly, listening intently to what the boy was saying.

I continued looking down the table to where I saw a dark haired boy, who was staring right at me. As soon as I saw he was loking at me, I quickly looked towards Ella, slightly alarmed.

"What?" she asked.

"The dark haired guy is staring at me," I hesitated.

FangPOV

She was with someone. Her friend? No, her sister. She looked bored, with an expressionless look on her face.

She was definitely attractive, with brown-blonde hair that went past her shoulders, and large chocolate-brown eyes.

Ok, I'm Fang Walker, and I am the lead guitar and lead male singer of The Flock. I was on the judging panel for the auditioning of new band members, and I was going to make sure that girl was in the band.