Inside the judging room, Iggy was still singing.

"I believe I can soar…

I see me running through that-"

"Stop. Just stop singing." Simon was definitely annoyed by Iggy's singing.

"Why? What's wrong? I can sing a different song-"

"NO! I would rather be hit by a train than listen to you anymore," was the reply Iggy received.

While Iggy and Simon were arguing, the other judges started a war among themselves. Paula actually liked Iggy's voice (???), Randy agreed with Simon, and the new judge, Kara, was trying to restore order (and failing miserably). Then, out of sheer stupidity, Iggy tried a new song.

"I'm like a bird…

I'll only fly away…"

I was listening to the chaos, and was shocked when Iggy started singing again. Suddenly, Angel grabbed my hand, and pointed out the window across the room.

As I gazed through the glass, I saw an all too familiar silhouette approaching rapidly: Erasers. I attempted to go after Iggy and Fang, but Angel stopped me.

"There are seven different cameras in that room, and about half of them pointed at Iggy. If you go running in there, we'll get a lot more publicity than we already are," she explained to me.

"But-"

"Don't worry, Max. I've got it under control."

Angel then tried contacting Fang, using her psychic abilities.

Fang, we're in trouble. BIG trouble.

What's wrong?

Erasers. A lot of them. Max is freaking out.

Okay. I've got a plan.

"Fang said he has a plan," Angel reported.

"Did he say what his plan was?" I asked. Angel shook her head.

Suddenly, the Erasers came crashing through the window. Cameras turned. People screamed. Ryan Seacrest made a run for it.

Smart move, I noted dryly.

I ran to the door of the judging room, and managed to get my hand on the doorknob, before an Eraser threw me down. I then multitasked, tripping the Eraser, grabbing the kids, and running through the door separating me from Fang and Iggy.

The scene before me was frenzied. All four judges were on their feet, arguing, their chairs overturned. Iggy was singing (still).

"I'll spread my wings,

And I'll learn how to fly…"

What shocked me the most was the fact that Fang was just sitting there! He wasn't doing anything but watch the pandemonium around him! I glared at him as I pushed him off his chair, and jammed it under the doorknob. My barricade didn't last long, though. Within seconds, we were completely surrounded.

The good news is, Iggy finally stopped singing… when I was shoved into him.

"Hi, Max," He greeted me cheerfully. I rolled my eyes.

"I just knew something was going to go wrong," I lectured. "And I blame you! Just like I said I would!!"

"Well, Max, you jinxed it. If you hadn't insisted that something would happen, nothing would've happened."

I gave up arguing. "Up and away! Now!" I called to the Flock.

"Where?" Gazzy questioned.

"Through the window!" I shouted, and jumped onto the judges' table. Throwing off my denim jacket, I crashed through the window, unfurling my 13-foot wingspan. In true Maximum Ride fashion.

Fang caught up with me, and received my deadly glare.

"So, Fang, what exactly was your fantastic plan, that involved sitting on your butt?"

Fang looked into my eyes, and answered, "Wait for you to come running in," he glided closer to me, and put his arm around my waist. "Like you always do."

And with that, he kissed me. We probably fell at least 20 feet, before something Gazzy said caught my attention.

"They have Angel!" he told us.