(A/N: Low Voice, Tons of Reverb: Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you, MAX'S NEW POWER! (Applause) So Yeah, it's out. And Iggy's new Power is after that. Buuuut I just realized there's some language in sweet emotion so I'm going make a little humor of that. So, without further adieu, MAX'S NEW POWER! With a three chapter release!)
Max POV (Whole story)
Okay, I confess. I LOVE NEW YORK CITY!
Yup. Those cookies really hit the spot.
But that wasn't the main attraction. Well, actually, it was for me. But – Get this – Fang was on his way to Central Park. Know why?
He's going to play a concert there. Yup, you heard me. A rock concert. With his own songs.
For once he seemed excited. He said "I'm gonna rock central park!" It was the closest he's come to being happy. Although Emotion was out of the question.
But we weren't going to risk anything, so we drove. And guess who was driving? Iggy! I have absolutely no clue how that boy can drive a freaking car.
But he can.
Soo, he suggested we tell him if there are any cookie shops in advance so I don't turn into an eraser and start demanding cookies.
And so I did. And they were goooood. Vedy vedy good! (Ter Borcht impression)
And so you're probably wondering why Fang can play a rock concert. You're not alone. Here's my theory: He used his laptop and my never-ending credit card to buy himself a guitar, then teach himself music theory. Then, he magically discovered he could sing extremely well, and now he's a solo artist, near the top of the charts, for his song 'That's Love.'
It was actually pretty cool. It warms my heart when he sings it at concerts because he told me he wrote for me.
And we finally arrived at central park. And boy, what a stage! If was so huge! Like if you put it in space, you could see it from earth. Maybe. Probably. I'm gonna go with maybe.
Aaanyway, he unpacked his guitar from the truck of the car. I looked at him. For some reason, I saw a smiley face above his head. Yup, I'm officially insane. But it was impassive. Just like Fang. Hey, Fang's got a twin. And it's a figment of my imagination! Bonus!
It was getting dark; a sign that it was time for the concert. That and the thousands of people showing up.
I kissed Fang goodbye and told him we'd be in the audience.
He nodded and walked off, his smiley looking back at me nervously. Maybe it's not Fang's twin.
We went to go stand in the audience.
A person was on the stage, setting up an amp. I checked my watch.
7:59 PM
It was time.
"Ladies and Gentlemen! Are you ready to rock?" The man said through the microphone.
The crowd cheered enthusiastically.
"You heard 'em, Sabertooth! Get on out here!" The Man yelled backstage, entirely audible to the crowd.
The crowd cheered some more. 'Sabertooth' was Fang's nickname now. I know. I don't like it either. But Fangs must be Fangs.
He walked on stage modestly.
"How are y'all doin'?" He asked in his 'rock star voice.'
The crowd cheered a whole bunch more.
He played a chord. For some reason, the crowd cheered. Again. Then as the song moved on a bit the song was recognizable.
It was That's Love.
He played the first chorus, and it warmed my heart.
I looked at the rest of the flock. Oh no. They had smileys too! And Gazzy's looked…Sick….
He ran out of the crowd. I followed him.
He threw up all over a tree. I shivered. That was disgusting.
"Man, I feel better!" He said, his smiley looking happy as ever.
"Gazzy, I told you not to eat the oyster cookie!" I said, scolding him.
"But it was so good!" He argued.
"Until it came back up." I said, walking back into the crowd. Gazzy followed.
The song was no longer muffled, as the last chorus began.
That's love, it's true.
He winked at me.
That's love, that's happening to you,
And you're probably thinking
That it's not for you,
Well let me tell you,
It's for me too.
He ended the song, letting loose earsplitting applause.
Nudge's smiley plugged her ears.
I laughed, and listened to the concert.
When it was over, we went back to the city, to celebrate!
We went into a McDonalds. Fang's choice. Don't ask.
Iggy got up on the table, lay down, and stared playing air guitar, making cheap guitar sounds, imitating the guitar solo from Fang's song 'Hurry.'
It was a great time.
And of course, Angel had to ask me to go to the toy store.
And her smiley had a halo and wings. And big, blue, Bambi eyes.
And how do you say no to an Angel with big, blue, Bambi eyes?