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Angel- Emphasis on freak.
Me- Thannnnks.
Claimer in the dis form- I don't own MR
Lots of swearing toward the end.
Max POV-
The next three weeks were completely uneventful.
Except, for being stared at by Fang. Now, that, was creepy.
And my feelings for him have greatly increased. To what? I have no idea.
I think I might be falling for him.
Now, that, is bad.
We're supposed to be friends. Just friends. Nothing more. I'm soooo not supposed to fall for him.
And, according to Angel, he like me. I don't believe it.
Though, it is kind of possible.
With all the staring.
But he has been ignoring me. I have no idea why.
Anyway... Today is the day we're meeting with that talent agency.
We woke up early, ate quickly and piled into the car.
The ride was long and tiring. With Angel singing Hannah Montana the whole time, it was annoying.
Once we arrived, I pretty much jumped out of the car. And almost kissed the ground. Almost.
"Woah." Was all I heard people saying around me. I looked up to where they were staring. A tall, lengthy building stood in front of us. It was practically made of glass.
I heard Gazzy quietly explaining the exterior to Iggy. His jaw dropped open in astonishment.
If the outside was like this, just imagine the inside. We didn't have to imagine the lobby. We could see the inside from the outside.
And Hot Damn.
The lobby had white leather couches and love seats. There were glass coffee tables. Newspaper and and coffee sitting in front of the occupants.
Everyone was wearing suits. Even some little boy walking around.
Now, that's just creepy.
We walked through the, you guessed it, glass doors. What's up with them and glass?
"Obsessed much?" Fang muttered.
"Exactly what I was thinking."
We shared a quick glance. Filled with... Love?
Yep, that was definitely love.
"Should we go inside now?" Jeb asked looking between Fang and I. He always thought something was going on with us.
I nodded, both agreeing and getting rid of all thoughts on the subject of love.
Nudge and Angel hooked arms, their skirts fluttering as they skipped, through the door.(They'd insisted on wearing skirts. Thankfully they didn't suck me into that plan)
Gazzy was looking around in wonder and Iggy was asking if there were any new colors he would be interested in. Fang and I were still astonished by the size. We both hid it, Fang better than me.
"Hello! You must be Mr. Batchelder and The Flock! Welcome! Mr. Conegan and the others are waiting you in recording room #7!" A cheery lady with way too much make up on said. Tard.
Jeb nodded a signalled for us to follow him down the hall.
We walked. And walked.
"Recording room 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6... and 7 here we go." Jeb muttered loud enough for us to hear, but I doubt a normal human could.
"Do we knock... or what?"
As if they could hear us, a man opened the door. The same man that invited us. Mr. Conegan, I assume.
"Hello! Come in. These are my collegues! Steve, Johnathon, Joe, Bob, Phil and Brown! And you are?"
"Igneous. Call me Iggy." We decided Igneous would be an appropriate name.
"Zephyr. Everyone calls me Gazzy or The Gasman. You can guess why." The guys in the monkey suits got grossed out looks on their faces. Brown reminds me of a penguin.
"Tiffany. Call me Nudge." Woah. I'm surprised she didn't have some speech about butterflies or something.
"Angela. Call me Angel."
"Nick. Prefer Fang."
"Max. Just Max." Didn't want anyone calling me Maxine. Bleck.
"And I'm Jeb. Jeb Batchelder."
"Okay! Those are some unusual nicknames!" Wow. He's pretty peppy. I Can't stand it!
"Yeah..."
"Okay! Let's get started! How about playing a song for us?" Isn't that what we came for?"
"Sure..." We walked into the glass recording thing. I'm not very good at descriptions.
The Flock (I'm talking about the band right now) looked at me.
"Her Name is Alice."
Fang got in front of the mike. He was going to sing.
I also got in front of one. I was supposed to say some things at the beginning and end. I also grabbed a guitar
Thisn guitar was cooler than mine at home. It was black with a lightning bolt. It reminds me of Harry Potter.
"If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't"
I invite you to a world where there is no such thing as time
And every creature lens themselves to change your state of mind
And the girl that chase the rabbit drank the wine and took the pill
Has locked herself in limbo to see how it truly feels
To stand outside your virtue
No one can ever hurt you
Or so they say
Her name is Alice (Alice)
She crawls into the window
Shaped in shadows
Alice (Alice)
And even though she is dreaming, she knows
Sometimes the curiosity can kill the soul but leave the pain
And every ounce of innocence is left inside her brain
And through the looking glass we see she's painfully returned
But now off with her head I fear is everyone's concern
You see there's no real ending
It's only the beginning
Come out and play
Her name is Alice (Alice)
She crawls into to the window
Shapes in shadows
Alice (Alice)
And even though she is dreaming
She's a locked for meaning for you
This kingdom good riddance good freedom and innocence
Has brought this whole thing down
Her name is Alice (Alice)
She crawls into to the window
Shapes in shadows
Alice (Alice)
And even though she is dreaming
She's a locked for meaning
She's a locked for meaning for you
"And contrarywise what it is it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be it would. You see?"
With our enhanced hearing, we could hear the others clapping.
Jeff pressed a button and soon his voice was in the room.
"Max, could you sing a song?"
I nodded, handing the guitar off to Fang.
"Alice?" He asked.
I nodded.
Tripping out
Spinning around
I'm underground, I fell down
I fell down
I'm freaking out
So where am I now?
Upside down
And I can't stop it now
It can't stop me now
I, I'll get by
I, I'll survive
When the world's crashing down
When I fall and hit the ground
I will turn myself around
Don't you try to stop it?
I, I won't cry
I found myself in Wonderland
Get back on my feet again
Is this real?
Is this pretended?
I'll take a stand until the end
I, I'll get by
I, I'll survive
When the world's crashing down
When I'm falling hit the ground
I'll just turn myself around
Don't you try to stop me
I won't cry
I, I'll get by
I, I'll survive
When the world's crashing down
When I fall and hit the ground
I will turn myself around
Don't you try to stop me
I, I won't cry
Jeff spoke again, "What's up with you guys and the name Alice?"
We shrugged.
The truth is at the school there were more hybrids. Bird hybrids. One was named Alice. One day the Whitecoats took her, and we never saw her again. That happened with a lot of our friends. We wrote a lot of songs for them. They didn't have anything to do with the people. Just used their names.
"Can anyone else sing?" Brown asked.
Both Iggy and Nudge stood. I didn't know Iggy could sing.
"Nudge then Iggy. What song, Nudge?"
"Hot 'n cold."
"Okay."
You change your mind
Like a girl changes clothes
Yeah you, PMS
Like a bitch
I would know
And you over think
Always speak
Cryptically
I should know
That you're no good for me
[CHORUS]
Cause you're hot then you're cold
You're yes then you're no
You're in then you're out
You're up then you're down
You're wrong when it's right
It's black and it's white
We fight, we break up
We kiss, we make up
(you) You don't really want to stay, no
(but you) But you don't really want to go-o
You're hot then you're cold
You're yes then you're no
You're in then you're out
You're up then you're down
We used to be
Just like twins
So in sync
The same energy
Now's a dead battery
Used to laugh bout nothing
Now your plain boring
I should know that
You're not gonna change
[CHORUS]
Someone call the doctor
Got a case of a love bi-polar
Stuck on a roller coaster
Can't get off this ride
You change your mind
Like a girl changes clothes
[CHORUS 2:]
Cause you're hot then you're cold
You're yes then you're no
You're in then you're out
You're up then you're down
You're wrong when it's right
It's black and it's white
We fight, we break up
We kiss, we make up
You're hot then you're cold
You're yes then you're no
You're in then you're out
You're up then you're down
You're wrong when it's right
It's black and it's white
We fight, we break up
We kiss, we make up
(you) You don't really want to stay, no
(but you) But you don't really want to go-o
You're hot then you're cold
You're yes then you're no
You're in then you're out
You're up then you're down, down...
Claps.
"Iggy?"
"The Poison."
Ahh. The Poison is one of the songs he's written for us.
You were so young
And I guess I'm old
Open your eyes
I'll keep mine closed
I prefer standing
And you take your seat
I'll be wide awake
And you'll fall asleep
And you'll fall down a hole
That's the one place we both know
You take me with you if you could, but I wouldn't go
I guess that sometimes we both loose our minds
To find a better road
I can be pensive
You can be so sure
You'll be the poison
You'll be the cure
I'm alone on the journey
I'm alive none the less
And when you do your very worst
Mmmmm it feels the best
And you'll fall down a hole
That's the one place we both know
You take me with you if you could, but I wouldn't go
I guess sometimes we both loose our minds
To find a better road
And you'll fall down a hole
That's the one place in this world that we both know
You take me with you if you could
But if you could I'd lose everything
Can't you see the faces melting as the sun rains from their eyes
Who are you to keep your head with the hearts that you hang behind
Look at yourself, look in the mirror, don't you see a lie?
That you tell yourself again a thousand times
And the truth that makes us laugh will make you cry
You wanna die? No?
So you fall down a hole
That's the one place where we both know
You take me with you if you could, but I wouldn't go
Because sometimes we both loose our minds
To find a better road
Claps. Again.
"Wow," Bob said. "You guys are amazing!"
"We recorded all the songs," said Johnathon. "We can have them on the radio by five." It was three now.
"Really? That'd be sooooo amazing!" Nudge exclaimed bouncing up and down.
"Yeah. And next week we can record more songs for your debut album."
"What sould it be called?" Steve asked.
"Fly On," I replied.
"Cover art?"
We looked at each other. "A pair of wings," we said simontaniosly.
"And we can write dedications next week," Phil said. He was writing all this down.
"It's settled. Welcome to RBJ25 Record Company."
Oh, so that's the name. Pretty odd.
"Joe will escort you out."
Joe stood, smoothing his grey suit. He beckoned for us to follow him.
We walked down the halls and, finally, made it to the lobby.
"Thank you for coming. Have a nice day."
He turned before we could say anything else.
I looked at Fang. Both of our eyes were saying, "Rude Much?"
I stared into his obsidian eyes. My trance, and his, was broken by Jeb clearing his throat.
"How about going out to eat tonight? To celebrate?"
We all got looks of excitement on our faces. Except Fang, who stayed as impassive as ever.
Nudge nodded vigorously, but, thank God, left her mouth closed.
"Where to?"
Nudge pointed to some diner. Carl's place. A sign outside told us that they played Hot 101. That gives us a chance to hear our songs.
We walked towards Carl's. Err... Nudge and Angel skipped.
A man walked out as we approached the door. He held the door open for us then left.
Nice man.
Inside, there was a teenager, about 16, at the podium. We approached him. His eyes studied us gently. Then, they reached me. His eyes raked up and down my body, making me feel uncomfortable.
"Eyes are up here, Bozo!"
His hazel eyes bounced up to meet mine.
A corny smile came upon his face.
"May I help you?" Did anyone else notice the double meaning in his words. Fang went rigid, so I took that as a yes.
"Just give us a seat," Jeb said, glaring. Going into protective mode. The boy noticed him for the first time.
"Right away, Sir. Follow me." We did. To the back of the diner. Right by the radio. Awesome. We sat in a huge booth.
"Your waitress will be here in a minute." He left. Fang was scowling at his back.
After another moment of staring at Fang giving his death glare, I picked up my menu.
A girl in a low cut shirt and skimpy skirt came over. Her nametag said 'Maxine'. Grr. Hate that name. It's girly and frilly.
"What can I get you?" She batted her eyelashes at Fang and tuck a strand of her red, stringy hair behind her ear, waiting for him to reply.
He muttered something, that apparantly she couldn't hear.
"Huh?" She loudly chomped on her gum, sprewing spit on Nudge who made a show of wiping it off her face disgustedly.
"He'll have a Coke. I'll have a Dr. Pepper," I said.
She seemed mad that I answered for him.
"The rest of you guys?"
"Coke."
"Sprite."
"Lemonade."
"Cherry Coke."
"Water."
She wrote down what we wanted them walked away. Shaking her ass at us the whole time. Whore.
"Max!" Angel exclaimed.
The others looked at me in question.
"Sorry, Ange," I muttered looking down. I twirled my fingers together.
"That was (AN Made up song and band) The Jerky Noodle with their hit song Ladybug! Next is a brand new artist. They call themselves the Flock! This is The Poison sung by their drummer, Iggy!" We looked at the giant radio alarmed.
It was only four. How did they manage to get us on so quickly.
Conversations spread through Carl's about how amazing this new band was.
Nudge was talking extremely fast, and, for soem reason, quietly. I decided not to follow what she was saying.
Fang was nodding his head to the rhythm.
"Again. That was The Poison by The Flock. Apparantly, they live right here in Colorado! Their debut albut will be coming out soon so keep your ears, and eyes, open!"
Maxine returned with our drinks. She asked what we wanted to eat. I'll save yout time in reading what we ordered. Let's just say by the time we were done, her eyes were about to pop out of her head.
"That it?" She asked snidely.
I nodded shooing her away.
Dumb, prissy, slutty, readheaded bi-
"MAX!" Angel screeched, both out loud and in my head.
My head began to throb.
Can't I call anyone a bitch anymore?
Intro of OC's in next chappie. Gay ones. Lol. I think I'm gunna write a sequel. Tell me what you want to happen.
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Vicky