Chapter 1: Money, Power, Skinny Jeans

Fang walked into Max's room filled with trepidation. She had called him into her room to discuss his blog with him, and it made him feel nervous to be in there. She'd said something about his fans and his image and his blog and even their relationship all being connected and he was worried about how all of that was possible. She was sitting at her desk, working on her computer. Across the desk was a little chair. He sat in it, putting his best foot forward.

"Hey, Max, what's up."

"So, Fang, uh…" Max looked up from her computer and saw him and immediately looked back down. "We got a lot of changes coming over here, at, uh….our house."

Fang looked over to see what was distracting her and saw that she was holding a fat cigar between her fingers, spinning it around. She seemed to be trying to find a place to put it out.

"I didn't know you smoked," he said, but she ignored him, so he tried again. "Changes? Like what…like what kinda changes?"

She ground her cigar into a random piece of paper, focusing on it. Fang swallowed and nodded seriously, pretending to know what was going on.

"See that?" she said, looking at him, and Fang nodded, jumping.

"Fans work when you have images," Max suddenly said. It looked like she had decided to finally get on topic. "When you first started that blog, seriously, we were looking like, like circus-fucking-freaks. I was thinking maybe you could try some suits, you know?"

Fang bit his lip. "I'm not really, uh…"

Max ignored him. "Rappers look cool in suits."

"That's why I'm not a rapper," Fang hedged, but she carried on.

"I was thinking of a, you know, Confederate –" She ran her fingers over her face like how she imagined. "Kinda, like, stache for ya."

Fang was getting worried. "I'm not sure if that's, uh…."

"These are my little 'bieberisms,' kinda. I have these little bieberisms that come to me."

"Uh…"

"You know, you say you have a crush on this girl who's way too old for you, and everybody thinks you're cute, you know. You're a cute little guy."

Fang folded his hands together and put them under his chin, looking away from Max. "I don't…I don't know. It's not really my – not really my thing," he confessed, trying to sway her without really doing it.

"I want to tell you something," Max said, looking right at him. "You're into whatever I tell you you're into."

"Wha-?"

"Why don't we try you in a couple different looks," Max said, ignoring his incredulous look. "Like a montage, you know, like in the 80's, know what I'm saying?" She spread her hands over her head, demonstrating. "You come in, and you know, we'll cut to me, I'll shake my head right into the camera, shake my head at you, thumbs down…thumbs up."

Fang sat there, confused.

"Intern!" Max snapped her fingers. Iggy rushed in pushing a rack of clothes, which collided with the desk.

"Who hired a blind intern?" Max snapped. No one answered.

"Fine," Max said. "Give him the first thing." She pressed a button on her computer, and music began to play while Iggy handed Fang a jacket, which he put on and then turned to the mirror, smiling and making a thumbs up, testing. Then he took it off and Iggy handed him a button-down shirt. He buttoned the first few buttons, then looked at himself proudly in the mirror.

"ALL THE WAY!" Max shouted, and Fang jumped. He buttoned all the others, struggling at the very top one. Pleased with himself, he looped on a bow tie and adjusted it, then added a suit and suitjacket, pointing at himself in the mirror and cocking one eyebrow.

"Sexy," Max commented.

Fang shook his head, took it all off, then put on a red shirt and a black tie and tipped a fedora over his eyes. Then he tossed it aside and held out his hand for the next thing from Iggy.

"Seriously?" he said, holding up the Transformers helmet.

"Seriously!" Max yelled, looking a little dangerous. Fang gulped and slipped it over his hair so that his hair flipped out the bottom. He grimaced into the mirror and made claws with his hand.

This continued. All the outfits and props began to blend together until Fang wasn't even looking at what he was wearing anymore. Eventually he slipped on a random jacket and looked down. It was the black hoodie he'd been wearing originally.

"I like this," he murmured as Iggy collapsed under a pile of clothing.

"That's what you were wearing in the beginning," Max said crossly, but it was her turn to be ignored.

"Money, power, skinny jeans…the world is at your feet," Iggy mumbled from underneath the pile of clothes.

"Blink. Blink," Max said. "You gotta do that in post, you know. Post blink."

"No bling, just music," Fang said to himself in the mirror, and wandered out.

The Only A/N of This Story: Heya~ New Story right, crazy! But this will hopefully be updated daily with new crazy shit for all of you to read. Based on The Ready SETisodes on YouTube. Go watch and review, my lovelies. This will be the randomest shit you have ever read. Tootles! Don't forget to review!