A/N: Hey. How's it going. Yup, so I missed of week of posting (sorry, I've had a lot of feels and just needed a weekend of depressing film scores, for example the Batman Begins Film Score, to set me straight) No fretting though, for I am here with a new chapter. Shall we begin?
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Max's P.O.V

"Well, well, well. What do we have here? Did you really think you could hide from me? Not today!" I whisper menacingly.

"Max! What the FUCK are you doing in this kitchen?! OFF LIMITS! We even have a sign!" I hear Iggy scream behind me, throwing his hands up in exasperation.

My voice small I say, "Looking for bacon… I found it…" I hold up the package for him to see.

"Maximum Martinez, it is three in the morning, and the kitchen is off limits. This is why you have the mini-fridge with drinks and small snacks in your room."

I just stare at the floor and sort of twiddle my thumbs.

"Look, I get the whole not being able to sleep before concerts, but the kitchen is out of bounds, okay? We can't have another grease fire. Or water fire. Or cereal fire. Or fire in general."

"But… I just wanted some bacon… I'm sorry." I mumble. The not able to sleep thing is completely true, always has been.

"We'll have bacon when it's time for breakfast. Eat some chocolate until then. Have you picked out your outfit yet?" His hands come up and wipe the sleep from his eyes.

"Yeah. Two hours ago. Do you wanna go back to bed? I'll get out of the kitchen." I ask already knowing the answer. Iggy and I aren't too different.

"Nah, I won't be able to sleep now… You up for a Pewdiepie marathon?" He asks with a smirk.

"I've got the chocolate, you get the strawberries." I whisper shout as I run to my room and duck into the secret department in my closet, just big enough to lie down or stand up with two people, with my chocolate and laptop in tow.

A few seconds later Iggy's strawberry blonde head popped in and the rest of him followed as sat on his usual orange pillow and covered with his Michelangelo blanket. I turn to Pewdie's Outlast collection and pressed play. And so our ritual began. Though it never happens purposefully, Iggy and I always end up in the bunker with Pewdiepie or Tobuscus marathons before a concert. Iggy and I cling to each other as the jumpscares work their magic. Before long both of us are nodding in and out of sleep.

~TIME SKIP~

"MAX! BACON IS READY!" Iggy screams at seven.

I glance down at my red converse, white skinny jeans, and black 'Get in Loser, We're going Hunting' Shirt with the Impala from Supernatural on the front, and decide I look like a bamf and make my way to the dining room.

"Thanks Ig," I say when he sets a plate of bacon, pancakes, sausage, and lemon juice in front of me. What? Gotta keep the pipes clear for the concert. "Okay guys, so the plan is to get there by eight thirty and be set up and ready to go by eleven right?" I say confirming with the other four.

"Yeabsolutely!" Angel chirps stuffing her face with pancakes. I see Gazzy stare at her for a few seconds before he catches me watching and blushes, hiding his face and blush.

We all ate in silence before Angel asks,"Okay, kinda freaked out here. Why isn't Nudge rambling?"

"Before a concert, Nudge only sings or hums because if she were to talk she'd lose her voice which means we would lose a large portion of our backup vocals." Iggy explains, mouthful.

"So, who all's gonna be at the meet and greet? Youtuber wise, I mean." Gazzy asks.

"Tobuscus should be there, uh, Todrick Hall, Jenna Marbles, loads of others but I'm drawing a blank."

"Well, we better get going if we want to make morning traffic." Iggy says grabbing the car keys.

Nudge smacks the table. "Nudge calls shotgun." I say winking at her. I smiles coyly and we both down our glass of lemon juice.

The drive there is pretty fun. We all sang along to Disney songs and while Iggy hunched over the steering wheel like an old man.

When we got there we all broke into groups Iggy with Nudge and the other two with me. Not much happened besides acting like idiots, getting autographs, giving autographs, and seeing a few friendly faces. Angel was super hyped the whole time, looking around like she was watching out for someone. I blew it off not really worried about the responsible young girl. Geez, I sound like a soccer mom.

We sit around at the stage and watch a few of the other bands perform while we wait for Nudge and Iggy. None of them were bad, and I was ready to get up there and give it my all.

I hear Angel squeal and turn to find her staring at some emo dude. The hell? I look at Gazzy and he just tightly shrugs, his ears oddly turning pink, then red.

"OMG, He's here, He's Here, He's here!" She whisper screams, bouncing in her seat.

"Who's here?" Gazzy asks his voice tight with anxiety.

"Angel leans over and whispers something into Gazzy's ear. His eyes get wide and his ears lose their rosy color. Suddenly he grins and turns to me, rambling about tulips and difference between Smart Water and not smart water. I'm so confused that I don't know Angel's slipped away until a man called us backstage in between acts.

When the girl bounds up with a grin I ask, "So who's the emo dude? He your boyfriend? Your secret stud-muffin?" I say waggling my eyebrows.

"You'll see." She says mysteriously as her grin grows even wider.

…Okay then…

"Lore & Lies it's time for your sound check." A nice looking girl with a headset says grabbing our arms.

"Okay then guys! It's make our mama's proud time!" I say fist pumping.

We warm up, get finished with the sound check and are finally escorted the curtain they have up in between performances.

"And now we proudly introduce, 'Lore & Lies'!" We hear a voice announce.

The crowd screams and I smirk.

Here goes everything.

A/N: Okay guys, there you have it. The concert and the Fax should be next chapter so don't lose faith now! Thanks to everyone who followed, favorite, and reviewed! It means a whole awful lot to me!

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