Hey all,
Sorry it took so long for me to update. I'm really super busy! Yesterday was cheer tryouts and now that that's over I am going to be really busy with cheer practice (now that I'm actually on the team) and studying for finals and graduation and everything…so please, as I've said before, bear with me.
Disclaimer: Sorry, I don't own anyone from MR series. Just the ones I made up. (:
Previously: We had a fundraiser thing where we sold limited edition CD's signed by each band member, and apparently had a lot of work in front of us.
As we set the boxes down by the television, Jade suddenly realized that we weren't the only people in the room. "Hey!" she exclaimed, "Who are you people?" We all cracked up at her insensible behavior for the past ten minutes of work, and then after composing ourselves I introduced the flock yet again. "Jade, this is Gazzy, Angel, Iggy, Fang, and Nudge. Guys, this is Jade. We went over again how we knew each other, this time making up a background story being that Jade had no idea about my wings, and got to know each other while finishing our signing. Nudge fount it very interesting how Jade met us in a coffee shop, and how we all decided to make a band. I suppose to an outsider our story would be interesting, but I really found no need going into great detail. Basically, Alex and I were discussing production ideas over coffee, and Jade overheard us while serving our drinks. She was nosey enough to ask us about it, and ended up sitting down and discussing it as a group. Then she referred us to Jeff, our fabulous producer, and we started recording.
As the feeds could give evidence to show, everything went up from there. Our first album topped the charts, as I believe I mentioned before, and now it seems everywhere we go there's a billboard or poster or advertisement of some sort regarding our 'band.' Alex and Jade loved the attention of course, but I could do without it. Sure it was great that people liked our music so much, but they didn't need to be so…obsessive in my opinion. I explained all of this to my flock as Jade, Alex, and I finished our 'homework,' and they all seemed eager to hear more.
"That's so cool hw fast you became such an icon!" Nudge squealed. "You wouldn't, like, be in need of a hair stylist or anything for like your performances, would you?" All three of us laughed. "Actually, yeah." Jade replied. "We kinda just fired our latest professional, and we've got this huge gig tonight…" Nudge's face lit up, and I could tell she was about to explode with unspoken questions and commentary. "However," I interjected, wanting to avoid the 'Nudge Channel' for as long as possible, "We are extremely picky about our hair. So be forewarned." She then simply nodded her head, a spark of excitement in her eyes, and began scribbling on a piece of paper. I laughed again at her evident delight, and turned back to the rest of my flock.
"Gazzy, Ig, you wouldn't be interested in undercover security, would you?" They exchanged what looked to be a suspicious glance, or maybe a ploy to make it look innocent, and turned to me and said "Absolutely!" At the same time. They both ran off then, discussing what they'd need to go undercover at the concert tonight. I found it funny that they were discussing all of this without knowing anything about the location or time of tonight's concert, and with no money or supplies to make what they needed in the first place. "Third door on the right." I called after them, knowing they were looking for the guard's office to receive "official" badges and equipment.
Angel came over and sat on my lap, and I was again reminded of her odd behavior during the past few hours I was with her. Realizing that she probably heard everything I was thinking, I decided it best if I asked her directly. "So," I began, knowing that she almost certainly didn't want to talk about her behavior, "What's on your mind, Angel?" She looked up at me, giving me a weak smile, and explained "I missed you so much, Max. I acted like I was over it for Fang, seeing and hearing how hard it was for him dealing with everyone's grief, but I never really overcame the heartache. Now, seeing you here, I feel like I'm dreaming. I'm afraid that I'll wake up, and you'll be gone." She leaned her head on my shoulder, a single tear rolling down her cheek. "I really am here, sweetie." I reassured Angel, stroking her golden curls softly. I knew exactly how she felt, but opposite. I felt like I had just woken from a nightmare, and was still recovering from the zombie-like state I had been in for so long. I felt weightless. Careless. Happy.
God knows it could only last so long. "Babe, you ready?" I heard someone call down the hall. Footsteps echoed in the hallway as the one person I hated more than Brigid Dawyer approached my dressing room. My good-girl act was gone within seconds, replaced with the bad-ass me I know everyone missed so much. "Jeff." I said, more of a sneer than a greeting.