Max POV
I was working on the song I was singing this time. Lex and Emma were sharing the spotlight with Holden, who had mastered his song. Lex would be closing the concert with the tribute. I had to do a single guitar cover of Christina Grimmie's song, Unforgivable (not that I minded, since I loved Christina Grimmie's music) and then singing a duet with Emma for another song, which I'm not sure about yet. She refuses to tell me the song. Simply that we're doing a cover of another Christina Grimmie song. Insert an eye roll here.
I was in my room, practicing the song and was thinking about how much like my own life this was.
I know that your heart is breaking
But is it as torn as mine? (as mine?)
I stopped singing when I heard the familiar rhythm of footsteps that meant Fang was coming near. I had begun to diffrentiate people by their footstep rhythms.
"Hey," he said, "can I talk to you?"
"No," I said, "The concert is tomorrow and I need to finish practicing."
"Please?"
"No."
"I really need to ask you something."
"No."
"When you're done?"
"I have a project to work on."
"After that?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"No."
He finally left, but not without an eye-roll. Baka. (A/N: Baka means stupid or idiot in Japanese)
"I heard that," he said. I must have said that out loud.
"And how do you know what baka means?"
"Nudge and Angel are obsessed with anime, I picked a few things up."
I rolled my eyes and continued to work on the song.
Fang POV
Seriously, what is up with Max? She won't even talk to me or the Flock unless she has too. And even then it's fifty-fifty.
Oh well, desperate times call for desperate measures.
