Andy's POV (the announcer. Max just isn't one to care about names.)

As I led Max to the back room, I though carefully about what I was going to say. No one else in the bar might have noticed it, but I had. When she was singing, she didn't even bother looking at the lyrycs, and if she did she didn't sing it at the speed that would have been expected. She sang every word flawlessly, and I'd sing the looks of hatred she was giving the first singer. Lissa I think. I led her back here to ask her the question that was nagging at my mind. "Max, did you write these songs?" There, I just outright asked it.

"W-w-what?" She stuttered, trying to act like she had no idea what I was talking about.

"Come on, you don't have to lie to me."

She sighed in defeat. "Yeah," she mumbled, "I wrote them."

I screwed up my face in confusion. "Why didn't you just sing them yourself then? You obviously have the talent." She blushed and I suddenly understood. "Who is it?" She looked confused so I clarified my question. "Who did you write the music for. I've read through all of you songs, not just the ones you've sung so far. So, who is it?"

"Lissa's boyfriend. The one in black. I've know him my entire life, but it took me until recently to realize how I feel about him and I didn't know what to do. I don't want him to know I wrote any of this though. I meant what I said earlier. I had absolutely no plan at all of singing anything, but I just had to sing One Girl Revolution."

She was getting defensive so I quickly held up my hand to silence her. "Alright. Don't worry I won't say anything. I wanted to talk to you about your music not your reasons for not wanting to sing it. (I almost put 'I don't care why you wrote it' but that sounded mean and that's not at all how I want him to sound.) Look kid, (Another thing, I see this guy being at least thirty-forty, so it's not demeaning when he says kid, or anything else I haven't decided to put in yet.) as much as I'd like to keep you here to promote business, I really think you should go public. I think your music would touch a lot of people, and you truly are an incredible singer. I know you don't want people to know you wrote the music, but these songs could start a whole new life for you. I won't be surprised if you become famous off of them." She looked nervous, like I was going to force her to give away her secret. I smiled gently to reassure her. "Just think about it. When you're ready, come to me and I'll get you set up for the start of your career." Before she could say anything I turned and walked away to give her time to think it over.

Max POV.

Wow. That's all I had to say. I mean he had just told me I should go public with my music. As in, letting people know I wrote the music and singing it for them. There was even the possibility I could be famous. I shudder. Everyone knowing my name, a paparazzi following me everywhere, my name all over Yahoo headlines. Another shudder.

I walked back out into the bar area and sat back in my seat from earlier. Angel immediately clambered into my lap and I absentmindedly stroked her curls. Ugh! I don't know what to do! If I take his offer and go public I'll might make enough money to support the flock, but then I have to tell everyone my secret. And do I really want to be famous? I wrote my music for myself not anyone else. I don't need peoples approval.

'Don't kid yourself Max. You love this. And you're good at it too! The way you were jumping around the stage with your first song, and you holding the mic while you danced in the others, you have some serious stage presence!'

I was doing all that? Huh, I didn't even notice...

Angel turned in my lap and roller her eyes at me. 'That's what I meant Max. Most people need to think about things like that! Face it, you're a natural performer! And if you REALLY didn't care what people thought of your music you wouldn't have turned it into the karaoke bar at all.'

Well doesn't she sound smug.

"HEY!"

That certainly got everyone's attention. Everyone at the table turned towards us, but it was Lissa's reaction that got my attention. "What?" she snarled.

I growled and would have smacked her if Angel was sitting on my lap. I was so proud when she turned to Lissa and snapped, "I wasn't talking to you, it's none of you business." That's my girl! "Aw, thank you Max!" The flock was giving us curious looks but I just ignored them and hugged my little girl to my chest.

I still hadn't forgotten about my predicament though. I was still trying to decide whether I should go public. What would the flock think? I was pretty sure Nudge would be excited and Gazzy wouldn't care, but what about Iggy and Fang? Would they think I was crazy for writing music? What if they didn't like it? Even besides the fact most of my music was bout him in some way, I didn't think Fang would be very happy if our family was brought into the limelight.

'Calm down! Besides, you don't really need to worry about Iggy.'

Okay, now I was suspicious. 'And why is that Angel?' I asked in a falsely sweet voice.

'Umm, Iggy kinda knows...'

'Angel! I thought you weren't going to tell anyone! Why did you do that?'

'I didn't, I didn't ! After your last song, Iggy was thinking about how much a jerk Fang was being for not understanding, so I asked him why he thought that, and he said he knew I knew you wrote the music! I got really nervous and begged him not tell to tell anyone and asked him how he knew in the first place! He told me he wouldn't tell and that he knew because apparently you've been singing in the shower!'

'He's been listening to me when I'm in the shower! Ugh! Hey sweetie, can you tune Iggy into my thoughts for a moment?'

She sounded scared when she responded, 'um, sure.'

A moment later my mind went black and things seemed a lot louder. Taking that as my queue I smacked Iggy upside the head before saying all the things I felt needed to be said. 'You jerk! How could you listen to me when I was in the freaking shower! What the heck did you hear!'

'Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry! Um, the song said something to do with wearing tennis shoes?'

'Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no! (I'm just warning you, there are a few swear words in this story. I NEVER swear in real life, the words just never really occur to me, but this is Max and as she has said, she is trying to stop her bad habit of cussing. This is only my second FF so I'm not so sure what is allowed in T so I'm warning you just to be safe. Nothing major.)

'Uh, Max? You know I can still hear you right?'

I quickly threw up my mind blocks. Instantly cutting Iggy off from my thoughts and effectively blocking a certain mind reader from invading my head. 'Dammit! Why did it have to be that song he heard! Why couldn't it have been something like Keep Holding On? The world must be out to get me or something. Well at least he's accepting. It could have been worse I guess. Though I probably shouldn't say that because with my luck, superstitious are right and I just totally jinxed my life. Greeeaaaat.'

I reluctantly put down my shields and Angel automatically put me back in his head. 'Listen Iggy. If you so much as breathe a single word to anyone besides Angel or I, I will make sure you don't go near anything remotely flammable, including the stove, for the next year. That means no bombs, no campfire, and no cooking which, even though you complain, I know you enjoy.'

I had the pleasure of watching him go deathly pale and nod frantically at me. I smiled and leaped out of my seat to announce my decision.

Okay, compared to my other chapter, this one seems hecka short, but don't worry. I'm almost done with the next chapter, but I decided that one would be better as it's own chapter instead as a part of this one. While writing the next chapter, I had to go back to the first chapter a lot, and it was only then I realized how many typos I have in it. I am sooo freaking sorry for those! I didn't bother even going through to edit it before I posted in, and unfortunately I didn't with this one either. So if you see a word that just doesn't seem to fit, just replace it in your head with the one that does seem to fit. You are more than welcome to nag be about them, but I doubt I will go back and fix them no matter what you saw because I am too lazy and I hate editing.