Hi,
So I found the rough draft and decided that I liked this version better, so read this and tell me what you think. When I post the next chapter it will depend on which version of this chapter you guys like best. Thanks, and enjoy:
…bad feeling about tonight…
Fang POV:
I immediately tensed, knowing that when Max was worried, good reason was behind it. The hall was completely empty, but huge. There had to be at least 4,000 seats circling the stage. That meant over 4,000 possible threats to Max and the flock. Despite how empty the room now was, I felt extremely claustrophobic.
Max POV:
Immediately after getting out of the limo, I tensed. Granted, I was already tense ever since Fang called me 'amazing.' It's always so awkward between us. Off and on, angry or mushy. Ugh, just thinking about it makes me nauseous. I wonder, though, if we were 'together,' would it be so weird? Or would it all fall into place, and we'd make sense again? I still, after two years of crying over him (and the rest of the flock of course,) don't know what I really want.
But back to my being tense…
You see, I've developed a certain power, that I sense approaching danger. It comes like you imagine a shadow, or smog, and puts a sense of dread in the pit of my stomach. Stepping out of the car, I nearly choked on it. My head started spinning from the overwhelming smog enveloping me, and the shadow engulfed the entire building. "Keep your eyes open guys." I said before we walked into the dark hallway, "I've got a bad feeling about tonight." That was the understatement of the century.
Entering the concert hall, I failed in hiding my anxiety. I held my head, overcome by the churning in my stomach, and collapsed on the floor. Right before I passed out, a dark figure caught me protectively…
So what do you think? I will continue tomorrow if you like this one better, or if the other version was better for you, I'll update either asap. Thanks for your quick response!!! REVIEW!!!!!!!!! (: