Hey-o everyone! I'm gonna try the song-fic again. I really like them, they show max's true colors.
Disclaimer: I don't own any songs or James Patterson's stuff.
Max POV
I finished the song on a perfect note. Fang stared at me." What?" I said half laughing. He blinked. "I didn't know you were into music." I looked down and blushed." Well, not even my parents know. I asked for a guitar for my 5th birthday and they just laughed. Nobody thought I was serious, not even my friends. So, instead of getting a guitar for my birthday, I got a harmonica." I sadly laughed. "So, I saved up my money and paid for one for my 8th birthday. it was kind of a birthday present from myself. Ever since, I've been practicing. I started singing At age 4. Nobody heard me though, I was so shy. You pretty much the only one who knows I have a musical talent."
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- NEXT DAY AT TALENT SHOW TRYOUTS-
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I stood outside the gym shivering. " Hey, It will fine." said a voice behind me. " Thanks Fang." He gave me my guitar."Show 'em you have musical talents." I knew that he wasn't talking about the judges. My parents, Angel, and Gazzy would be in the audience. Not even Angel knows about my music. The speaker above the door turned on."Maximum Martinez please report to stage left." Fang held my shoulder."Good luck."
I walked onto the stage. Since this was the tryouts, there wasn't that big of an audience. Just parents and the judges."Name please." said one of the judges."Uh.. Max Martinez." He looked up and leaned back in his chair. "Song name please." "Eyes open by Taylor Swift. The judges wrote The song title down."You may begin when you are ready." Fang came out on the stage and set a stool up. He nodded then left. I sat on the stool and strummed a few notes than started singing.
Everybody's waiting
Everybody's watching
Even when you're sleeping
Keep your e-eyes open
The tricky thing
Is yesterday we were just children
Playing soldiers, just pretending
Dreaming dreams with happy endings
In backyards
Winning battles with our wooden swords
But now we've stepped into a cruel world
Where everybody stands and
Keeps score
Keep your eyes open
Everybody's waiting, for you to breakdown
Everybody's watching, to see the fallout
Even when you're sleeping, sleeping
Keep your e-eyes open
Keep your e-eyes open
Keep your e-eyes open
So here you are
Two steps ahead, and staying on guard
Every lesson forms a new scar
They never thought you'd make it this far
But turn around
Oh, they've surrounded with
A showdown
And nobody comes to save you now
But you got something they don't
Yeah you got something they don't
You just gotta keep your eyes open
Everybody's waiting, for you to breakdown
Everybody's watching, to see the fallout
Even when you're sleeping, sleeping
Keep your e-eyes open
Keep your e-eyes open
Keep your eyes
Keep your feet ready
Heartbeat steady
Keep your eyes open
Keep your aim locked
The night grows dark
Keep your eyes open
Keep your e-eyes open
Keep your e-eyes open
Keep your e-eyes open
Keep your e-eyes open
Everybody's waiting, for you to breakdown
Everybody's watching, to see the fallout
Even when you're sleeping, sleeping
Keep your e-eyes open
Keep your eyes open
Keep your e-eyes open
Keep your eyes open
Keep your e-eyes open
I strummed the last note. The judges kept writing. A female judge looked up smiling "Good job. Do you have your second song ready?" My second song? "uh," I said "I didn't prepare a second song." The judge's smile quivered. The judges started whispering to each other. A different judge spoke. "Uh, I think this will actually be enough. The names of people who made it will be posted on the gym door after school. If you made it, go to Mr. Bell's room. He will tell you every thing you need to know." I walked calmly out the door. Fang greeted me. " You were amazing!" I looked at him. He frowned. " What's wrong? You were great." "I wasn't good enough. I was supposed to prepare another song. I will never get to live my dream." I pushed past him and into the hallway. I looked at my watch. It was about lunch time. I made my way towards the cafeteria. Since it was tryouts for the talent show, you would think that there wouldn't be that many people. Wrong. The place was PACKED. Every table was full. Some people were even eating on the ground. Gross. I guess I'm skipping lunch today.
-AFTERSCHOOL-
I walked a slowly as I could to the gym doors. As I approached the doors, a huge crowd was forming. As I got there, A band came shoving out screaming "YES!". They pushed past me so hard I fell to the ground. Sophomores. One of the band members noticed me on the ground. He gave me his hand. "Sorry about them. They are just really happy." I stood up."Yeah, I could tell, what with all the screaming and pushing." He chuckled. "You know that someone who got in to the talent show can perform with someone else who got into the talent show, right?" "Yeah" "Well, do you know any good lead singers?" My eyes widened. " Well, I do know one..." I trailed off. "Who is it?" I looked him straight in the eyes. "Me."
Once the line to the talent show form had gone down, Me and my new friend Tony made our way down to the form." Now, the form is in alphabetical order," Tony said."So, whats your last name?" I put my finger on the form and started scanning."Martinez. Max Martinez." Tony had offered me to play in his band if I made it. Now I really hope i'm in."M is on the third page." Tony came over and flipped two pages." Ah, here it is: Mae, Mah, Mann, Martinez, Martinez, Martinez" "WAIT!" I pointed to the three Martinez's then pointed to the one in the middle." I'm right there. Maximum Martinez." Tony read the paper then looked at me. Since he was a couple of inches taller than me, he was sort of looking down." It says go to Mr. Bell for further notice."
We approached Mr. Bell's door. Mr. Bell was the music teacher. He pretty much hated everyone, except, of course, the mean kids. I silently knocked on the door. Nothing happened. Tony opened the door."Mr. Bell?" A dark figure rose from within the room. "What is it?" A gruff voice said. "Tony, hit the lights." I whispered. Tony flicked the lights on and Mr. Bell walked over to us. He was a short man, maybe 5,1. He said he was 76 but he looked more like 92. He had short curly gray hair and was balding. His face had wrinkles and he always wore a sour expression." Ah, Your that Martinez girl, eh? Well, if you want your records for the talent show, here they are." He gave me a bright yellow folder."I was there, you know. Your performance was the best in my opinion." He walked over and flicked off the lights but even in the dim light, I saw a hint of white teeth form into a smile.
I put the folder on the table. Tony and I had found a table in the cafeteria and had to pretty much had to race people to it."Ok, what ever is in the folder, its gonna be fine, right?" I looked at Tony. "Right." said Tony. I carefully opened the folder. Inside was a bunch of judges compliments on sticky notes. Of course, me and Tony weren't reading them. Instead, we were staring at the big cheakmark in the middle of the page.
Did you like? I really hoped you did. I spent a while on this chapter. don't forget to R&R!
-Byronsar