This one's longer, but it's still kinda short...
Disclaimer: I don't own Ella, Dr. M, Fang, Iggy's sombrero, Max, Nudge, Iggy, Angel, or Gazzy.
The Flock, plus Ella (Dr. M was off hiding somewhere, for some reason), were sitting around the kitchen table, munching on some food.
Suddenly, Fang, wearing Iggy's sombrero from the Mexico chapter, jumped up, pulled a guitar out of nowhere, and started guitar riffing.
For no appeared reason.
"Oh Em Geeeeee!" Max squeed. "You're soooo hawt when you do that Fang!"
Fang stopped guitar riffing and stared blankly at her. Max shrugged, before jumping up, whipping out a piano, and doing whatever the piano equivalent of a guitar riff is.
(The author would like to point out that she actually does play piano, but can't think of anything that's basically the piano version of a guitar riff, and nothing else particularly fits, so she's just going to say that.)
The Flock and Ella stared at Max and Fang in amazement, gaping at their musique skillz.
Ella suddenly jumped up, pulled out a harmonica, and, uh, harmonica'd.
Nudge whipped out a microphone, jumped to her feet, and sang, "LAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
"OMG!" Max said, continuing to play a...piano riff? "We should SOOOO form a band!"
"But we don't have a drummer!" Ella pointed out.
"You're right...hm..." Max looked around for a moment, before pointing at Iggy. "I bet HE can be our drummer!"
Iggy stared at her forehead. "Uhhh...?"
Max stopped piano riffing, yanked Iggy to his feet, and sat him down behind a magically appearing drum set. She ran back over to her piano, before commanding, "Now, play!"
And so they guitar riffed/piano riffed/harmonica'd/LAAAAAAAAAAAA'd/drummed.
A little while later, Fang suddenly froze, and in a very OOC way, said, "Hey, we need a name!"
Ella gasped. "You're right! We don't have one!"
"What should we call ourselves?" Max wondered.
Angel and Gazzy, who'd been absent in this chapter so far and demanded an appearance, suddenly jumped up and said, in unison, "You should calls yourselves United!"
Iggy, Ella, Max, and Fang gasped. "You're right! That's a perfect name!" Ella exclaimed.
And so United played. And played. And played.
And eventually, they got uberrich and famous. Like, uberfamous.
Fang's sombrero – which, remember, is actually Iggy's sombrero – also became famous.
All because Max thought Fang was hawt when he guitar riffed.
XD
This also could've worked for the Music chapter...
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