Disclaimer: Okey-Dokey, then. I don't own MR, it belongs to JP. Alright, on with my story!

Max's POV

"Max! Darling! How are you?" my manager said, walking through the door, a blackberry in each ear, and texting with one perfectly manicured hand.

"Fine," I sighed. Tired of being called darling by you every time I see you, I thought.

"Well, let's get this show on the road! What audition should we talk about first? The one for the show, the movie, or the commercial?" she asked, snapping her gum.

"How many times do I have to tell you? I don't want to act. All I want to do is sing," I said, grabbing my guitar and sitting down by the window. I began struming, and humming to myself.

"But everyone who sings, acts! It's a rule!" she squeaked.

"Like I said, I don't want to act, I want to sing," I said, still staring out the window.

"Please, at least consider it! You can act better than any other singer out there! Just think of the money we'll make!" she squeaked, stars in her eyes.

"Get out, please. Just leave. We'll discuss this on Monday," I said, rubbing my brow. I pulled out my note pad, and flipped to the page that had my newest song. I knew that I needed a break from the star life.

"Dad! Can you come here for a sec?" I called. My dad, Jeb Batchelder, walked into the room.

"What is it Max? How did the meeting go?" he asked, sitting down next to me on the window seat.

"It went terribly. I need a break from all of this star life crap," I said.

"Well, we can see about sending you to live with your mom for the summer. Then you can hang out with Ella and her friends, you know, have a chance at a normal life. I'll call her tonight," he said, getting up. "Is that all?"

"Yes. You are dismissed," I said, laughing.

Fang's POV

"Hey, what's up, Nudge," I said, walking up to Monique.

"Not much, just listening to music," she replied.

"Who? That Miley chick?" I asked. (A/N please, don't leave any comments on my random chose of artist)

"No, their name is Maximum Ride. It's named after their lead singer, Maximum Martinez," she said.

"Hm, Martinez? Like Ella? That be a good one, Ella related to a famous person," I said, shaking my head.

"Hey, Nick, Monique. What's up?" my best guy friend said, walking over to us.

"Dude, how do you do that? You're blind, and yet, you can walk around this school like you have better site than me," I said, punching him on the arm.

"It took me a while, but once they stopped moving crap around, I got it," he said, laughing.

"Hey, watch your mouth! I'll tell Dr. Martinez!" Monique said.

"What are you going to tell my mom?" Ella asked, walking up, Ariel and Zephyrus right behind her.

"Jeff was using bad words again," Ariel moaned.

"Iggy, stop cussing," Ella said.

"Sorry, Ella," he said, flashing her a smile.

"Yeah, like you won't do it again in an hour or two," she said, giving him a hug.

"Yup," he said, hugging her back.

"Yuck. Let's just go," I said, pushing them forward. We walked the five blocks to Ella's house, and all sat around her kitchen table. Her mom came out and put a plate of cookies on the table.

"Dr. M? Can I put on some music?" Monique asked, pulling out her iPod.

"Of course! You know where the player is," she replied, picking up a cookie. Monique walked over to the player and put in her iPod, and a song that I had heard before came out of the speakers.

"A fan of Maximum Ride, I see," Ella said, a grin on her face. Iggy had fallen in to a silent laughing fit behind her. She threw an elbow at him, but he kept on laughing.

"Yeah, I love her! Temporary Home by her is my favorite!" Monique said, causing actual laughter to come from Iggy.

"Okay, Ig, what the hell is so funny?" I asked, rolling my eyes.

"Sorry, I'm not allowed to tell. It's a secret," he said, tears falling from his blind eyes. Just then, the phone rang.

"Nick, can you get that?" Dr. Martinez asked, holding two plates in her hands.

"Yeah," I said, walking over to the phone. "Martinez residence, Fang speaking."

"Hello? Is Dr. Martinez there?" the voice on the other end asked.

"Yeah," I said into the receiver. "Dr. M, there is a random dude on the phone for you," I told her.

"Thank you, Nick," she said, taking the phone from me. "Hello?" she asked.

The person on the other side said something, causing her to straighten up, and then say, "Of course! Tell her yes, Jeb." Then she hung up the phone.

"What was that all about Mom?" Ella asked.

"That was Jeb. Your sister is coming to stay."

"Really! Max is coming?" she squealed.

"You have a sister? And her name is Max?" Gazzy asked, looking up from his pile of cookies.

"Yes, I do have a sister, and Max is just a nickname. Monique, you know her real name," Ella replied.

"I do?" she asked, then realization washed over her face. "No way!" she screamed.

"Yeah, that's her," Ella said, sitting back in her chair. "She's gonna be living here!"

"Who?" I asked, completely confused.

"Maximum Martinez! She is Ella's sister!" Monique squealed. This shocked me into silence. I had had a crush on her since I was five. And now she was coming here.

"Really? So little, small town Ella Martinez is related to the big, bad pop star? Who could have seen that one coming?" I said, poking her in the belly.

"Iggy saw it coming, didn't you?" Monique said. "That was the secret, wasn't it? You are so easy to figure out."

"Yeah," he said. "I've known about Max since she first went to Hollywood, so when we were five."

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PS: Temporary Home was not written/sung by Maximum Ride, but by Carrie Underwood.

~Isabelle~