Rockstar 14

I don't actually want to type this. It'll suck.

Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride.

Okay. Hair: check. Shoes on tight enough: check. Sunglasses: check. Makeup: check. Dress: check. Posture: check. Cue? Cheeeeeeeeeck.

I got the thumbs up and practiced walking through my basement in a dress rehearsal for tomorrow. I'm not nervous so much as an excited nervous. Y' know?

Like right before an important game where you're bouncy and bubbly, and laughing all giggil-ish-ly.

Yeah. That's me.

I'm so excited because I'll be making my debut and no one knows who I am, and I have so much anticipation built up. I just want to run around. Or get the walking and setup part right.\I have to time my walk to look good, allow enough time for pictures, and time myself for the explosion of glitter.

I saw the thumbs up through the window and opened the door. I walked in to some sand explosion getting all over one of my 'ugly' dresses (according to Ella and Nudge who said that a rip is not acceptable.).

I waited for it to clear a little before I stepped forward. We didn't have much to simulate the flashing lights of the paparazzis camera so…

Well, don't laugh.

Angel, Iggy and Nudge turned on and off random lights and Gazzy took multiple picture with the flash on. Ella stood at the end of our designated area a clipboard in hand.

"Max, keep up your smile. Make it real. Better. Nope, no. Max, don't make me talk about Alex." I smiled, I knew if Ella started talking about Alex Trebek I would laugh and most likely end up on the floor. If you don't know him go to YouTube and watch snl celebrity jeopardy, Will Ferrell plays him and Darrell Hammond plays Sean Connery. It's so funny.

I kept smiling and walked at what I thought was a good pace.

"Speed up Max." Ella commanded scribbling notes on her board. Apparently I'm stupid. Maybe not even apparently.

"I think Max will need some different sunglasses. You can see her eyes." Nudge added in from the side.

"Yeah, Nudge. I noticed. I was thinking the new ones from Cavalli. With the aviator style. Depending on what she wears." Ella said.

I walked back outside for another round of practice. I had an hour before we had to go back upstairs for our spa night. Wooh. Isn't the excitement evident? I feel like Fang. I need to stop.

Oh! I forgot to mention. Fang had gotten annoyed at me throwing songs at him and all the commotion around here. So he got himself a hotel room. At the motel eight, he hasn't been back for a while now.

A whole while now.

I just think I should emphasize that. I miss him. It's been eight hours, twenty-four minutes, and seventy-five seconds.

Did you catch that?

Seventy-five seconds. I crack myself up. There's only sixty seconds in one minute, duh.

Moving on, Ella and Nudge dragged me upstairs. Nudge had made the bathroom into a sauna by heating up the rocks and sealing the door so the smoke detectors wouldn't go off.

There was a relaxing lilac-ish, vanilla-y scent about the air. A fragrance that makes me want to relax.

I stripped down and got in to the bath. It was about 82 degrees. Mmm. My muscles relaxed. Ella and Nudge came in with warm, rolled up towels. They dabbed at my face and put on a mask. As that set, they shampooed my hair. As they rinsed my hair, Ella pulled at the peel. She placed cucumbers on my eyes- which stings, might I add- and Nudge conditioned my hair.

I let the conditioner soak in and Ella cut my nails. Nudge rinsed out my hair and Ella cut my toenails and they left. Peace, without incessant chatter in the background.

But, before they left they turned on my iPod. I listened to Three Days Grace, Linkin Park, Breaking Benjamin, Reliant K, and Paramore.

All too soon they came back in and told me to get out before my skin got so pruny it melted off. Or something like that.

They handed me a towel and some cocoa butter and shea lotion for my body and some cream-y smelling stuff for my face.

I put on some spandex and a t-shirt. Ella and Nudge came in and painted my nails. They were a dark blue.

Nice.

They tightly braided my hair as it was still wet before sending me off to an early night with a bowl of eucalyptus. Probably my favorite scent in the world.

THEY TOOK MY STUFF OUT OF MY ROOM. I'm serious. All my stuff. GONE. My baby tv, my radio, my lamp, my books, my homework. Well I guess tonight'll be an early night.

I fell asleep easily.

Before I knew it, it was twelve a.m.

"Max. Wake up; you have to start getting ready, Alessandra." Ella woke me up.

"Nudge, bring her her breakfast. And roll in the cart." Ella directed as Nudge came in with a cart.

Atop the cart of curlers, straighteners, outfits, accessories, make-up, and shoes was a tray.

A tray complete with a bowl of Apple Jacks, a plate of pancakes, syrup, milk (isn't there milk in the cereal?) , and forks, knifes, and spoons.

"Is that, is that for me?" I stuttered. I could smell it.

"Yeah." Nudge shouted. Already getting down to business.

"But-but something's… something's missing." I was about to cry.

"It's between the pancakes. Don't cry it'll make you eyes red and puffy. I worked hard, Max."

Yes, bacon. I think the world would spontaneously combust into an explosion of Earth-y bits if we didn't have any. I mean, how can you not love its salty, greasy, crisp but soft taste? I don't really even give it any credit.

I dug in as they both got down to work. The pancakes were delicious; the bacon was delectable, and everything else, terrific.

Ella and Nudge made me brush my teeth for four minutes and I rinsed, with the waterpik.

They put one of those whitening strips on my teeth and took it off within ten minutes time.

They had me completely ready in two hours:

A pair of strappy heels that were black leather sat by the door.

A pair of dark-wash blue jeans covered my legs. They were the perfect length, a little ruffle at the end, tight but loose enough to walk freely.

And a dark blue tunic/minidress with quarter length sleeves that were rolled up. There was a large black, thick belt that created an empire waist effect subtly. It went down past my hip and ended about mid thigh.

They had curled my hair to look like ringlets pulled down. Like straight down and curly at the ends…? Yeah, I guess.

They had put on gold-ish cream eye-shadow, pink lip gloss that surprisingly wasn't sticky, black mascara, blue eye liner, and didn't do anything for blush or foundation.

They handed me a pair of aviators with black rims and a black clutch purse that was simple and didn't really have anything in it. I would just be slipping in my cell phone. Nothing worth a clutch.

They put a silver chain bracelet on my right arm and on my left was a color parade. There was a breast cancer bracelet, some silly bands, hair ties, a thick bracelet that said 'your mom', and some string thing Ella or Nudge had made.

"You look great, Max!" Nudge gushed.

"Not bad." Ella said giving an approving nod as she surveyed her work.

"Oh let me see, girls." Mom said walking to the room right on time. Mom appraised my whole outfit quietly.

"Well?" Ella and Nudge looked eager to see her reaction.

"It's good," They let out a sigh of relief. " But which shoes did you pick, and I'm not sure the clutch works right." She pointed out.

"Okay!" They got right to work.

"Nudge, what about this one?"

"I don't think that one works. The brown totally clashes with all the dark blue and black. Oh! How about the coach clutch? Whoa. Talk about a tongue twister. Anyways, back to business. I think that you should take the coach clutch, The black one?"

"Nudge! We didn't' buy that one."

During all this I looked around my room.

I walked into my closet and dug through a bag, pulling out the item I had selected mentally.

"Guys." I said,

"Not now." They said in sync.

"Okay…" I drawled out.
"What?" Ella sighed exasperatedly.

Nudge put her hand on her hip and looked at me expectantly with that sarcastic edge.

"What about this one?" I said holding it up.

Their eyes lit up.

"GENIOUS!" They shouted.

All I had selected was a studded black 'clutch'.

"Earrings! And I think that a necklace would be overkill with the hair and the earrings." Ella jumped.

"Okay." Guess who? Nudge! Yeah. Shocking.

They picked out these dangly silver 'shards' as I like to call them.

"She's ready. And we have about half an hour."Ella and Nudge were so proud.

"Alright, go check on Gazzy and Iggy. And bring my stuff back in!" I yelled as an afterthought.

"Fine fine." They said leaving.

"Oh, and thanks." I grinned as they grabbed the doorway.

"Yeah yeah. You're welcome; unfortunately." They waved me off.

I started to get uncomfortable.

I wanted to talk to Fang.

Okay, next chapter is the big one. Sorry it's late. My mom's been working longer days, I started field hockey, debate, beta, blah blah blah.

Anyways this is brought to you by your 2011 Middle school great Debate regionals second con runn-er up out of like fifty!

&& I told them I'd go out with a BANG!

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