We finally reached New York. Then we all stared and Fang muttered, "That's a lot of people."
I nodded and snapped my gaze silently and stared ahead, but not really seeing anything.
"What is it, Emerald?" Max asked.
I shrugged, but Nudge said, "Did you get a new skill?"
I shrugged again. I wasn't sure.
Then Iggy noticed the music below us—that was part of what I'd seen—the rest was us watching and listening to the Taylor Twins Concert.
"Is that music?" he asked.
Max nodded and Nudge begged, "Max, can we go? A real concert? Can we? Please?"
We went to the concert and I scanned the stage to see who was performing, smirking when I saw the banner that said Natalie and Trent Taylor. We all cheered after Max reported what I knew.
That night as we flopped in a tree in Central Park, Nudge asked, "Emerald, did you get a new skill?"
I smiled and said, "I think so, Nudge. Guys, I think I can see into the future."
"You're psychic?" Fang asked.
I nodded and I heard Iggy mutter, "Well, I've seen—and heard—weirder."
I whirled and said, "OK, just because I'm different from the rest of you—that doesn't mean you have to torture me or have the right to torture me, Ig. Besides, you know I can kick your butt from here into the next century."
The others started laughing and I whirled to face Gazzy, yelling, "Gazzy! You're in so much trouble!"
Gazzy quickly gave me Bambi eyes and I surrendered. "OK, I'll let you off the hook, but please don't do that to me, anymore. Understand?" I asked.
He nodded and said, "OK, Emerald."
Fang and Max looked at each other and then at me. "What?" I asked. "He gave me Bambi eyes. You know I can't resist it when he gives me Bambi eyes."
Max, Fang, and I both laughed and I said, "Goodnight, everyone."
"Goodnight, Emerald," everyone chorused in reply.
Within five minutes, I was out for the night.