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Summary: Maximum "Max" Ride is apart of a new and upcoming band with her friends Iggy, Nudge, Angel, and Gazzy. But being in a band comes with some haters. When they start to get out of control - and send threatening letters to Max - their manager, Harold Foster, hires some body guards. When Fang Martinez gets hired as a body guard for a new band - more specifically Maximum Ride - he couldn't be happier. He didn't expect to fall head over heels for one of the members. With the threats getting more and more frequent, how will Fang, Max and the rest of the band pull through? NO WINGS. FAX.
Band Name - The Flock
Max - Lead Singer - 21
Iggy - Drummer - 21
Nudge - Rhythm Guitar/Keyboard - 20
Angel - Bassist/Backup Vocals - 18
Gazzy - Lead Guitar - 19
Fang - Max's Body Guard - 21
Omega - Iggy's Body Guard - 24
Ratchet - Nudge's Body Guard - 24
Sam - Angel's Body Guard - 22
Mike - Gazzy's Body Guard - 26
A/N: I have no clue if blind people can play the drums but lets just pretend they can. I'm like 87% sure they can though.
A/N #2: The Body Guards (except Fang) aren't like their characters in the book. I'm giving them new personalities.
A/N #3: I don't own Maximum Ride or any of the songs I put in this story. When I put lyrics to a song in this story in bold I will put the name of the song along with the real band who made it.
|~*The Bands Body Guard*~|
Max's POV
"What's up with all of these threats?" I asked my band manager Harold as I looked through a stack of the letters. The band and I liked to call him Mr. Old because one, it's in his name, two, he's 67, and three, 'cause we can. He doesn't mind it, he embraces it. "No clue Max. But they are starting to get out of hand. I think we should hire some body guards for all of you."
"No! Please don't get us body guards Mr. Old. You know I can take care of myself and the band."
"I know you can, but it's actually already done. I've hired one full time body guard for all of you. They will all be here tomorrow, so get use to it."
"Alright, you win this time, but just because I'm not going to argue with you doesn't mean I'm happy about this." I said, I hated to fight with Mr. Old, he was like my dad. I told him everything and he listened. When he said he wanted to be our band manager, I immediatly said yes. Well more like screamed it.
"Whatever Max now get to your rehearsal, The Flock is waiting for you."
"See ya later Mr. Old." I said as I got up and left his office. "Bye!" he yelled back.
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When I arrived at the studio, Iggy was waiting outside for me. "Hey Iggy."
"Hey Max, you're late."
"I know, Mr. Old called me. He hired us body guards becasue of all the threats we're getting." I told him as we went inside.
"Aw man, are you serious?"
"Serious as a heart attack. Don't worry, I'm not happy about it either but lets just try to get along with them to please Mr. Old."
Nudge was was sitting on a bean bag chair next to Angel who was laying down beside her, talking about the latest fasion trend. Gazzy was sitting on the couch on the other side of the room, tuning his guitar. When Iggy and I where noticed by the rest of the band, everyone sprung into action. Iggy followed his memorized path to the drums, feeling around and making sure everything was in it's correct place. Nudge and Gazzy stood ready with their guitars and Angel finished up tuning her bass. "What do you want to start with?" I asked.
"Let's do Raised By Wolves." Gazzy suggested. Iggy hit his drum sticks together signalling when to start.
(Raised By Wolves by Falling in Reverse)
I was lost now I'm found
i'm sustained by the sound
of the angels singing me to sleep
while my feet are leaving the ground
am I dead? Or am I dreaming instead?
a cornucopia of opiates have flooded my head
i'm insane, i am smart
all it takes is a spark to ignite my bad intentions
and do what I do best to your heart
don't be fooled I was raised by the wolves
now the moon hangs in full so you know
I won't play by the rules-
The song was suddenly inturrupted by an ear peircing squeak from the microphone and a loud crash. "What the hell?" I asked, checking the mic. "Um, Max?" Nudge said. I looked over to her to see her pointing to our left. Next to a knocked over loudspeaker was a wide-eyed guy, frozen in mid-step. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" I said as I walked over to him.
"Because if you're one of the idiots who keeps sending us those threatening letters, then you better start running."
"I'm Fang. I was hired as a body guard."
"Then you're not suppose to be here until tomorrow."
"I was told to come today."
"By who?"
"A guy named Harold."
"Ah, Mr. Old. He would tell you to come early. Come with me. I'll be right back guys and someone please fix that loudspeaker the klutz over here knocked over."
"So Fang, you're a body guard?" I asked as we went to Mr. Old's office, trying to avoid an awkward silence. Fang nodded his head. "Why the name Fang? I'm almost positive that it's not your real name." I asked. He shrugged his shoulders and followed me throught the doors to Mr. Old's office. "You don't talk much do you?"
"There you are Fang. I see you've already met Max."
"Yup, I'll see you later Mr. Old, I should get back to rehearsal."
"Wait a minute, I want you to meet Fang you're new body guard."
"He's my body guard?" I asked the same time Fang said "She's the Max I'm guarding?"
"Max, Fang. Fang, Max." Mr. Old said, introducing us as if we haven't already met. "But he's like a twig! How can her guard me if I could snap him in half?"
"Just trust me." Was all he said.
Mr. Old went on to explain that Fang would be by my side from six in the morning to ten at night and he would have to live in the same apartment building I did. By the time he was done explaining this new "relationship" as he put it, my rehearsal was over. As I was leaving the office with Fang behind me, Mr. Old told me to tell the rest of the band who their body guards where.
|~*The Bands Body Guard*~|
"Sorry I missed rehearsal guys."
"It's alright Maxie, we always have tomorrow."
"True, well Mr. Old wanted me to tell you your body guards. Nudge, you have a guy named Ratchet. Angel, you have a guy named Sam. Gazzy, you have a guy named Mike. Igster, you have a guy named Omega. He already knows you're blind, so don't worry about telling him. This is my body guard, Fang. After introductions tomorrow, Mr. Old wanted us to go out and get to know each other."
"Sounds good. I have to get home to Ella. Who wants to drive me?" Iggy asked. Him and Ella have been dating since highschool and two months ago he had gotten the courage to aske her to marry him. The two are now happily engaged. "I will Iggy, it's on my way to my apartment."
|~*The Bands Body Guard*~|
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