You can tell I'm bored since I'm posting the sequel... already.

Here it goes.

This is just the beginning...

Don't own

Songs are:

The Few That Remain by Set Your Goals feat. Hayley Williams.

Airplanes by B.o.B feat. Hayley Williams

Throwing Punches by Paramore

Listen to all of them... Amazingness.

Btw- it's been a year

Max POV-

I ran down the streets of Idaho. Screams following me. I quickly spotted the brightly colored bus idling on the curb.

The door swung open when I neared. When I hopped on, it sped off.

I caught my breath then went to the back where the others were watching screaming fans chase our bus.

One thing I hate about being famous. You can never escape the fame.

"How'd they find you?" Sil asked.

"I was at the store and some little kid thought it'd be cool to steal my hat. MY hat!"

"Max! Chill, it's just a hat!" Shaw yelled from where he was drawing. He was quite the artist.

I huffed.

Fang came over and gave me a hug. "We'll get you a new hat. Promise." He gave me a kiss on the cheek and pulled me next to him on the couch.

"Fine." I cuddled up into his side.

"Hey, Joe!" Iggy called to the driver. "How long 'til we get to the concert place?"

"Ten minutes."

We have a concert here in Boise, Idaho. We're on tour. Our first tour. This is the last stop. Then, we go back to the studio(and home) to work on our second album, Wing's Wide Open.

We passed the time by singing 99 bottles of beer on the wall.

Good times.

We parked behind the center.

Fang and I got off hand in hand same for Sil and Shaw and Iggy and Nudge. They were together. Finally.

We met up with Jeb, Angel, Gazzy, Mark and Lizzy. Mark and Lizzy are our stylists.

Liz dragged Nudge and I away to the Girls clothing trailer. While, Mark dragged the boys (Fang and Iggy) to the guys clothing trailer. They probably won't change much. They were both wearing black shirts. Iggy was wearing red skinny jeans and Fang wearing regular black jeans. He'll probably be forced into skinny jeans. Black of course.

Liz handed me a red tank top and a black shirt with rips in it. I put those on. Seeing I was done, she handed me red skinny jeans with black zebra stripes. I kept on my blue converse.

I put on a Fedora. I couldn't wear my signature one, being at some dumb kid stole it.

I was ready.

Nudge was wearing the same outfit, but her colors were purple and yellow.

We looked awesome!

Nudge and I walked out. We saw the boys walking towards the stage. We followed them backstage where everyone was extremely busy.

The boys noticed us and came over.

We saw who was opening for us. The others wouldn't let us know, and now, I know why.

It's Justin Bieber. Justin Freaking Bieber.

Even little Angel and pop princess Nudge hate him!

I mean, what's there to like. He sounds like a girl and is creepy.

I don't understand what there is to like.

"Hey!" There it is. That little girl voice. He's what? 16? Fang's 15. He went through puberty at 12. When will Justin Bieber grow up?

We nodded in reply.

"Okay! JB, you're on!"

He flashed a smile and went out. When he was gone, we all made gagging motions.

Jeb handed us ear plugs which we shoved in our ears, sighing.

We wouldn't have to face the torture.

To pass the time, Fang and I made out, Sil and Shaw cuddled, Nudge and Iggy talked, hands linked, Ange and Gaz ran around and Jeb chatted.

After what seemed like forever, Justin came out all sweaty and gross.

"And now," a voice boomed," what you've all been waiting for." We got in our places. We would rise on stage in the darkness. A light would flash on each of us. "The Flock!"

Cheers erupted.

"Iggy!" Cheers arose and Iggy rose onto stage. "Nudge!" More cheers. A few whistles. "Fang!" Fangirls screaming. "And Max!" He stretched out the and. I rose only to be blinded by lights of all colors.

Deafening screams were heard.

"Are you ready?" Iggy yelled into the mike. His question was met with screams.

We played all of our album songs and the crowd sung along.

"Okay! We figured, this is the last stop so we'll play some newish songs. Very hush, hush."

"Alright! This is The Few That Remain!"

Come on and break down and show us who you are.
Memorable first impressions only get you far
When you stay true from beginning to end.
Flexing all your morals, your environment will bend back
As you bend crooked.

Come on and break down fake personas from your art.
I used to hang on every verse when my days would get hard.
Flash forward to present day and time:
A fraud, a hoax, a method actor reading scripted lines back.
Why'd you take that path?
There's no way back.

We are the spark that once would ignite a pilot light burning deep in your heart.
The start of making yourself out to be bigger than you really are.

Conscience is calling, come and shut it up.
Yeah I know life gets rough sometimes
And big dollars take the pressure off of hard times,
But gluttony's a sin and hunger will not let you win if you don't get a grip.
Use some self will to control it, hold it.

[Hayley Williams:]
"Wooah guys uhm, is it cool if I get in on this here?"
(Hell yeah!)
(Dude, go for it!)

[Hayley Williams:]
Alright listen!
(Ohhhh)
I see you ready, set, go.
With unqualified pride, orders of your disguise explode.
Watch us double up on those who try to intimidate unaware eyes.
Fabrications of a buster living within a lie.
If you come back you'll have to get (get, get, get, get)
Through all of us.

We are the spark that once would ignite a pilot light burning deep in your heart.
The start of making yourself out to be bigger than you really are.
You instilled, helped to build
A belief within me that I carry to this day.
You passed the torch and cared no more.
What a shame. Who's to blame when the mighty fall from grace?

Go settle up with the kids fed up.
This time we want for you to man on up right
And account for all your crimes.
Go settle up with the kids fed up.
This time we want for you to man on up
Right now, I want you to say it.
I wanna know why you abandoned this and now hate it. Just why?
But you don't know why.
Such an elusive, guileful, meaningless sham.

Come on and break down
Come on and break down
Come on and break down
Come on and break down
Break down
Break down
Who's to blame?
Tell me who, who's to blame. Take the same.
Now when the mighty fall from grace?

I think I've finally gone deaf. You would think that I'd have gotten used to it. Guess not.

"This is Airplanes! Who knew Iggy could rap?" We sure didn't.

[Chorus Hayley Williams]
Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now (wish right now) (wish right now)
Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now (wish right now) (wish right now)

[Verse 1 B.o.B]
Yeah
I could use a dream or a genie or a wish
To go back to a place much simpler than this
Cause after all the partyin and smashin and crashin
And all the glitz and the glam and the fashion
And all the pandemonium and all the madness
There comes a time where you fade to the blackness
And when youre staring at that phone in your lap
And you hoping but them people never call you back
But thats just how the story unfolds
You get another hand soon after you fold
And when your plans unravel
And they sayin what would you wish for
If you had one chance
So airplane airplane sorry Im late
Im on my way so dont close that gate
If I dont make that then Ill switch my flight
And Ill be right back at it by the end of the night

[Chorus Hayley Williams]

[Verse 2 B.o.B]
Somebody take me back to the days
Before this was a job, before I got paid
Before it ever mattered what I had in my bank
Yeah back when I was tryin to get into the subway
And back when I was rappin for the hell of it
But now a days we rappin to stay relevant
Im guessin that if we can make some wishes outta airplanes
Then maybe yo maybe Ill go back to the days
Before the politics that we call the rap game
And back when aint nobody listened to my mix tape
And back before I tried to cover up my slang
But this is for the Cada, whats up Bobby Ray
So can I get a wish to end the politics
And get back to the music that started this shit
So here I stand and then again I say
Im hopin we can make some wishes outta airplanes?

"Okay! That's it for the night!"

"Encore, encore!"

"Okay! Fine! One more song. Throwing Punches."

There's an empty room
At the end of the hall
And it's begging to
Swallow you whole

Each step you take
Makes it easier to
Fall on your face
Each tear you fake
Makes it easier to
See straight through you, now

And you're so hateful sometimes
Throwing punches at lies
Far from somewhere above
Just to say you're in love

So you hang yourself
From stolen dreams
And under the table, you hide
Every stain

Each step you take
(Getting closer)
Makes it easier to
Fall on your face
Each death you fake
(Getting closer)
Makes it easier to
Live this way
Hey, now

And you're so hateful sometimes
Throwing punches at lies
Far from somewhere above
Just to say you're in love

Watch it disappear
The dream you hold so dear
Let it fade
(Let it fade)
Let it fade
(Let it fade)
Let it fade
(Let it fade)
Now

And you're so hateful sometimes
Throwing punches at lies
Far from somewhere above
Just to say you're in love

Just to say you're in love

And that my friend is what it's like to be famous. Worldwide.

And this is just the beginning.

It sure is!

R&R! Ly