Hola, mis compadres! Como estas? Hope y'all are doin' well. i sure am, with all the nice reviews i got. :) I'm just gonna tell you straight up that this chapter is long because it has 4 songs in it. (btw, did i tell you guys that this story has had 906 views. i'm just really happy)

Oh and just fyi- this should have been in a different chapter, but Max's dad died and Fang's mom is like she is assumed to be in the book. just thought you guys should know that.

Disclaimer: No soy dueno de Maximum Ride o los canciones. (lol, gotta love google translate)


7. MPOV

It was really awkward. Fang, Nudge and Iggy were all sitting in chairs with a table in front of them (just like judges. They even had paper). There was a microphone so that anyone singing would be facing them. Ella went first and did perfectly (of course). Then it was my turn.

"Your name, ma'am?" Fang asked.

I gave him a look that said 'no freaking way'. "Gertrude Clementine Butterfly Cinnamon Apple…Bertha von Shmane."

"Um… okay MAX. Whatcha gonna sing for me?" Fang asked lazily.

"I'm going to sing Guns and Horses by Ellie Goulding "(AN: LOVE this song :D)

"Kay. Proceed."

I got my guitar situated and started singing.

You're so quiet
But it doesn't faze me (Kind of reminds me of Fang…hm.)
You're on time
You move so fast, makes me feel lazy

Let's join forces
We've got our guns and horses
I know you've been burned
But every fire is a lesson learned

I left my house
Left my clothes
Door wide open
Heaven knows
You're so worth it, you are

But I wish I could feel it all for you
I wish I could be it all for you
If I could erase the pain
Maybe you'd feel the same
I'd do it all for you
I would [x4]

Let's tie words
'Cause they amount to nothing
Play it down
Pretend you can't take what you've found
But you found me
On a screen you sit at permanently

I left my house
Left my clothes
Door wide open
Heaven knows
You're so worth it, you are

But I wish I could feel it all for you
I wish I could be it all for you
If I could erase the pain
Maybe you'd feel the same
I'd do it all for you
I would [x4]

It's time to come clean
And make sense of everything
It's time that we found out who we are
Cause when I'm standing here in the dark
I see your face in every star

But I wish I could feel it all for you
I wish I could be it all for you
If I could erase the pain
Maybe you'd feel the same
I'd do it all for you
I would [x3]
I'd do it all for you, I'd do it all for you [x4],

As I finished, everyone was silent, wided eyed, jaws open.

"Wow, Max. That was amazing." Fang said.

I blushed a bit. "Uh, thanks."

"You gonna show us your skills on the ukulele? Huh? Well I mean, you're not getting in unless you do." Iggy said.

I huffed. "Fine. Whatever. Do I have to sing?"

Iggy and Nudge both gave me duh looks.

"Fine. But this is gonna be kinda rough though. Just warning you."

"Song?" Fang inquired.

"It's a medley by Taylor Swift."

"What songs?"

"Hey Soul Sister, Fearless, and I'm Yours."

Hey, hey, hey.

There's somethin' 'bout the way
The street looks when it's just rained
There's a glow off the pavement
Walk me to your car
And you know I wanna ask you to dance right there
In the middle of the parking lot
Yeah

Hey, hey, hey

We're drivin' down the road
I wonder if you know
I'm tryin' so hard not to get caught up now
But you're just so cool
Run your hands through your hair
Absentmindedly you're makin' me want you

And I don't know how it gets better than this
You take my hand and drag me headfirst
Fearless
And I don't know why when with you I'd dance
In a storm in my best dress
Fearless

Hey, hey, hey

So baby drive slow
'Til we run out of road in this one horse town
I wanna stay right here in this passenger seat
You put your eyes on me
In this moment now, capture it, remember it

Cuz I don't know how it gets better than this
You take my hand and drag me headfirst
Fearless
And I don't know why but with you I'd dance
In a storm in my best dress
Fearless

But I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait, I'm yours

Hey, hey, hey

Cuz I don't know how it gets better than this
You take my hand and drag me headfirst
Fearless
And I don't know why but with you I'd dance
In a storm in my best dress
Fearless

Hey, hey, hey.

Tonight.

"Kay. You can be in." Iggy tells me.

"Thanks, Ig."

Angel comes up to me and tugs my sleeve.

"Yes?" I ask her, coming to her level.

"Can I play my violin for them? Please?"

"Uh, sure. Lemme ask." I answer.

"Yo, Fangalator."

He gives me a questioning look.

"Ange wants to play something for you."

"And Max is gonna sing with me."

"I am?" I ask. "What am I singing? And why can't you sing? You're good."

"Yeah, Angel! Please sing. I really wanna hear you." Nudge says, and everyone is chiming in, giving her encouragement.

She blushes. "Um, okay. I guess I will. Um…" she hesitantly looks at me. "I'm gonna sing King of Anything by Sara Bareilles."

Okay then. Kind of an odd selection since it was a piano song, but that was fine.

"Ooh, I know that song on the piano! I'll play along with you!"

"I know the song on the guitar. I'll join." I chime in.

Angel blushes. "Thanks guys."

Iggy goes to the drums, I guess to jump in if he can.

And so we go…

Keep drinking coffee
Stare me down across the table
While I look outside
So many things I'd say if only I were able
But I just keep quiet and count the cars that pass by
You've got opinions, man
We're all entitled to 'em
But I never asked
So let me thank you for your time
And try not to waste any more of mine
And get out of here fast

I hate to break it to you, babe
But I'm not drowning
There's no one here to save

CHORUS:
Who cares if you disagree?
You are not me
Who made you king of anything?
So you dare tell me who to be
Who died and made you king of anything?

You sound so innocent
All full of good intent
Swear you know best
But you expect me to jump up on board with you
And ride off into your delusional sunset

I'm not the one who's lost
With no direction, oh
But you'll never see
You're so busy making masks
With my name on them in all caps
You've got the talking down, just not the listening

CHORUS

All my life, I've tried to make everybody happy
While I just hurt and hide waiting for someone to tell me
It's my turn to decide

CHORUS x2

Let me hold your crown, babe

For an 8 year old, that girl is pretty dang amazing.

FPOV

"Hey, Max. How about a duet, huh?" I asked her. She would probably say no.

"Maybe later…"she answers. "I'm tired for today. How bout you sing me something, huh?"

"Okay." I answer. I think about doing the song I wrote earlier today, but decide not to. Instead, I decide to do the A Team by Ed Sheeran.

When I tell them this, Max answers, "Ugh, I can't stand him! He's like disturbed. I mean, he writes about girls addicted to cocaine and dead chickens. Like, what the heck?"

"That's great. I get to annoy Max and sing one of my favorite songs all in one." I say smirking at her. "This one's just for you, sweetheart." She flushes a bit.

White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light's gone, day's end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men

And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cos we're just under the upperhand
And go mad for a couple of grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly

Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim and stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Loose change, bank notes
Weary-eyed, dry throat
Call girl, no phone

And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cos we're just under the upperhand
And go mad for a couple of grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eye
And hoping for a better life
This time, we'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line

And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
They scream
The worst things in life come free to us
And we're all under the upperhand
Go mad for a couple of grams
And we don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland
Or sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
To fly, fly
For angles to fly, to fly
Or angels to die

The Flock, Angel and Gazzy all burst into applause, while Max sits, arms crossed over her chest, glaring at me. Whatever.

"Guys, I have cookies!" my mom calls out.

Max literally jumps up and grabs some. Ella, Angel, and Gazzy laugh. Us others are just confused.

"Max is always overprotective and overexcited about her cookies." Ella says.

We all get some, and discuss music for about half an hour. Then, Max and her siblings have to leave.

I must say, today was pretty productive.


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