Hello, people!! I'm sorry yet again that this took such a long time to update (like, more than a few months), but I was really really really really really busy...... and yes, I know that's a bad excuse. But really - I'm sorry. I was actually gonna give up on this cuz I felt like it but, hey, I hate it when other ppl abandon their stories so I'm not gonna be a hypocrite and do it too. So here we go: on to chappie 4 (dum dum dummmm)!!!

Chapter 4 – The Flock's Older Members Have Got Talent

Max's POV

Whaaaaa? You know how we have evening activities – you saw on the timetable – and how we were gonna do a dance on the second night? Well, forget about the second night for now and get back to the present (a.k.a: tonight). There's gonna be a talent show. I mean, yeah, talent show's aren't much, but... Fang is going in it. What? Why?? As far as I know, Fang hates those things – he hates being in the spotlight and stuff. Why do you think he's so silent all the time? Duh. Anyway, this means that there must be something wrong.....or something has changed. I've gotta go check it out – what if it's about that Samantha? Then I might get mad. So, on to spying......

Iggy's POV

Hah. You 've gotta hand it to the guy. He's the one who dresses all in black (Hey! I'd know, even though I'm blind), says about three sentences a day and has one of those fringes that always covers half of his face.....Max told me that. He's the one that always talks in his emotionless voice (and probably wears the expression too). And yet, he's gonna compete in this talent show just to sing this one song. Why does he want to sing that song, you ask? Well, lets just say it's for someone special – and I know you can guess who and I also know that you're smirking while reading this.

But jeez – that guy has some issues with spilling his guts. Then again, who in the Flock doesn't? After years and years of our "if you tell anyone you have wings, they'll either come and murder you or try to put you on TV" predicament, we're all kinda closed up. Except amongst ourselves. So we're all kinda nervous for Fang, not to mention ourselves, if we're discovered – and Fang's fangirls themselves could be the end of our peaceful camp. Sooooo tonight, Fang's gonna sing his song and bass guitar, while I play the drums.

They have a set of guitars and a drum kit here – don't ask me why – so we're gonna make use of them. Pretty good use, if I say so myself. In the years that we've been forced to go to school, Fang, me and Max have learned to play instruments and made our own band. We actually haven't thought of a name yet, even though we've been playing together for ages....but yeah. We're pretty good, if you ask me. Oh yeah – also, tonight, Fang doesn't want Max to play with us, cos he's singing the song for her – so Rachel's gonna help play electric guitar. I didn't know she was that good at it, but yeah. She really fits in with us, and its really fun playing with her.....ummm.....so yeah, we're gonna play "Far Away" by Nickelback. It's gonna be pretty good, you know. Just wait and see...... [What is with me??]

Rachel's POV

I can't freaking believe it!!!! There's another idiot of a girl, this time called Alex, who's in my class and is also with us on this Latin Camp. I can play both guitar and drums, right, so I was having a go on the drums in the afternoon with Iggy teaching me to do a really complicated beat.....confused, but happy =) ......when this Alex walked up. Do you know what she said to me? It was the stupidest thing I'd ever heard: "Did you know that you're f**king playing my drumbeat?" I mean, what the heck? What idiotic person called a drumbeat "their own"???? HUH??? So I said:

"It's a free country, Alex. I can do whatever I want." And then she went on to keep ranting and raving at me – not to mention swearing. I mean, how many times can you swear in a sentence?? She really needs something like a swear jar....or a counsellor.

But the stuff she said really got me mad. I mean.....freaking heck!!! She would say something along the lines of:

"So you think you're the f**king kingsh*t, huh??" (I think a kingsh*t is like the boss or something...) and I replied to that with,

"Look who's talking!!! I mean, who's ordering who to stop playing their drumbeat?" She went on and on....blah, blah, blah.... and then came up with this

"Why don't you get an f**king life?" Huh?? – I mean, how much more generic can you get? I'd heard that one so many times, it was getting a little OLD. So here we go:

"Hey, if I got a freaking life and ended up like you, I don't think I want one." Idiot.

She backed off after that, a kinda panicked look in her eyes. I could tell she wasn't used to people standing up to her, especially someone as "horribly" creative and quick as moi. Nah, jokes. I'm not quick at all. But she really did seem threatened – serves her right!!! What a freaking stupid girl. She should mess with someone her own size. Anyhow, she shut up after my last response and evaporated, cos the teacher came in as well. Well, ok then, back to music. I liked practising with Iggy and Fang cos it was like whenever else I played music – I (temporarily) forgot about all my problems (except with the added bonus of being around Iggy...heh heh...). So yeah. Let's get to it, even after that annoying interruption. See you guys tonight!!!

Ok, fourth chapter up! I think almost everyone has abandoned this now, but oh well, I'll keep going anyway. Hope this chapter wasn't as bad as I thought it was.....sorry if it is. Plz review, anyhow!!