How could he not remember her? They were in love for like fourteen years or something, right? Now she was nineteen. She didn't care about him anymore.

As she walked in, a flurry of activity began.

"Erid! We need you to sign this!"

"Ms. Maximum! Donovy Pictures called! They want you to do an interview with them!"

"Erid! Get your butt over here we need to practice!" Max turned towards that voice. It was none other than her guitarist/boyfriend/best friend. She ran to Aaron 'Arson' Henderson. Only the band members called him Arson because he was obsessed with fire. Loved everything about it.

"Aaron!" Max said as she jumped into his arms. He laughed and kissed her.

"Aw! Just what we need! First thing in the morning! PDA, much?" Kendall Hart said, joking around. Kendall was like a big brother to the three girls in the band. He was also the drummer.

"Oh, shut up, Ken-doll!" Hillary smacked her twin brother across the face. Hil was the bassist. Both Hil and Kendall were from the Bronx.

"Good morning, E!" said Naomi Wilkes. She was Max's backup singer and the sweetest thing. She was only fifteen – making her the youngest one in the band – but she had the lungs of a God. She could hold a note – without wavering – for a whole minute and then some.

"Morning everyone!" Max said. They knew about Max's old life (including the wings, Fang and the Flock) but they were all okay with it. "Guess who I saw today?"

"OH! Shakira! Beyonce! Britney Spears! Omigosh!" Naomi pulled her voice down to a whisper. "You saw Taylor Lautner, didn't you?" Then she started screaming again. "OMG! And you didn't give him my number? Why? I love him! We're going to get married soon!" Max silently thanked Kendall for putting his hand over her mouth. In a lot of ways, Naomi was like Nudge. Almost the same skin color, same motormouth (Only Naomi could go on for longer), and the same taste in fashion.

"No, Nai. I saw Nudge, Angel and Fang," Max said and everyone's jaws dropped.

"You saw them? What happened? Tell me everything!" Hil said, like the little gossip she is.

"Well, I went to Starbucks and got a latte – like I do every morning – and then they came in and I didn't recognize them at first but then I recognized the girls and then I was like ' oh then this must be Fang. Shit!' and then I ran back to my table and the girls – they recognized me, Fang didn't – told Fang who I was – and not Erid, either. And then Ella got mad at me and dragged me back here before they could come say stuff to me," Max said. Over the years, Max got better at the rambling aspect of life.

All their jaws were literally on the floor (metaphorically, of course). "You- and you- Omigod!" Hil's face lit up in a plan.

"Oh, Ella! I have to get some coffee and I want E to come with me!" Max's eyes widened at her plan. They were going to find them.

"Whatever. Just be back before lunch!" Ella yelled as they ran out the door.

And they were headed to the Starbucks where Fang was.

Ooh! Cliffy. Ish.

Whatevs.

Sorry I couldn't update sooner. The thingy majig wouldn't let me! So I wrote like eleven chapters and I'm gonna post them all! But I think I'll leave off like one so that it'll be not-cramped.

~Hayley