Hello,
I'm updating again, as promised. Unfortunately, this is a shorter chapter than most, but I will update again soon. This is a follow up to the revamped concert chapter, because most of my reviewers requested I continue from that one. Any requests as to how I should continue please review and let me know. I have a pretty good idea of how it will turn out, but in between can use some fluff. Again, thank you to all my reviewers; you are all so helpful and supportive. Skylr especially, you review almost every chapter I write. Thanks so much. Now on with the story!
…caught me protectively…
Fang POV:
Max was extremely tense, but tried her best to hide it. I saw right through her simply because I knew her so well, but I think the others bought the ploy. Almost directly after entering the stage, however, her charade failed. She held her head in pain, and I quickly caught her before she hit the ground, passed out. Several possibilities crossed my mind as I ran to catch her; either she's suffering from one of her 'brain attacks' caused by her 'voice,' or she's simply overwhelmed with stress. Then again, it could be something completely different that I have no idea about. (A.N: duh, right? Ha-ha)
Max POV:
…could be stress related, or something along those lines." "Or her brain attacks, has it happened since you've known her?" As I slowly regained consciousness, I noticed Fang and Alex discussing my current state close by. I moaned and opened my eyes, recognizing suddenly that my head was in Fangs lap. (hehe, I'm so evil…) I sat up abruptly, but regretted doing so as I immediately became dizzy from the blood draining from my head. Fang rolled his eyes and relaxed more into his seat, apparently entertained by my discomfort. "Good to see you're feeling better," he said coyly, "Care to explain what caused your little fainting spell?" Not really, I thought to myself, and Angel giggled, reading my mind. I answered with a generic "It's a long story." He made a show of getting comfortable, and everyone else crowded around where we were sitting. Alex probably made everyone back off when Fang carried me in…I smiled at the image of little Alex ordering my Flock around, then told everyone, "We don't have time right now for me to explain. I'll tell you though that it's not a good sign, and everyone needs to be on high alert." Jeff then entered the room, carrying a bottle of water and a chocolate bar, my traditional motivation before each performance. "The stage is set." He announced, looking around the room at everyone. "Max, here you are," he said absentmindedly as he handed me the items, "You all need to be dressed, ready, and in position in exactly one hour. Hurry!" He finished, waving his arms around as he turned to leave, emphasizing the need to rush.
"Gazzy, Iggy, third door on the right. Tell them that I sent you and show them your badge. Nudge, help Alex with her hair. Angel, could you hand me that purple bag? I'm changing outfits at intermission." Everyone left to their respective tasks, and I turned to Fang. ""You, my friend, are helping direct backstage."
K, so if you review, I write more, more often. This pattern can only repeat if you engage yourselves in the equation. Ha-ha, now I sound like a teacher. Just review, yeah? Thanks. Peace,
-bergatron
P.S
The title to this chapter was totally random, so I added in that little part with the chocolate and water so it made more sense. (: