Hey,
So based on your replies on my latest chapter, I will be posting more frequently, but shorter chapters. I do promise, however, to make each chapter at least 250 words long. Not including my author's note in the beginning. So, with that being said, here is the next chapter!
…saving the world-to the max…
Max POV:
Unfortunately, my epiphany was postponed from acting upon due to the concert I was now performing, and I still have seven more songs before I could leave. Even after the concert was over, I now had my career to consider, not tot mention the friends I now have outside of my flock. I pondered over all these issues as Nudge touched up my makeup before the next song. When I had exactly 24 seconds left to get on stage, I whispered to Nudge one of my all-too-infamous split-second decisions: "Get everyone together. We aren't finishing this concert. Something's up. Be ready, ok?" She looked shocked for half of a second, then nodded vigorously and whisper/yelled "Go!" before running off herself. As I walked on stage again, something in the sound control room caught my attention. Jake seemed to be arguing with a security guard who was trying to take what looked like an explosive device of some sort from him. Realization hit me like a meteor. The reason I passed out, nearly suffocating from the danger looming around him, it was Jake.
I immediately started an improvised guitar solo to distract the crowd from what was about to happen, and whispered into my mic so only Fang could here "Five seconds. I need an escape route." I then noticed two young men, one much taller than the other, sneaking out from backstage. "Ig? Gaz?" I asked into the mic, and the two stopped dead in their tracks. Gazzy now turned to me and counted down on his fingers, as Iggy walked further into the crowd of people: 1, 2, 3, 4- on one I jumped into the crowd, right as I heard a blood curdling "boom" erupt from above us. Pieces of ceiling fall to the floor, and I could hear nothing over the screaming hoard of people, now yelling in fear rather than excitement. I take this distraction to my advantage, and run up the stairs to the sound control room. Grabbing Jake from behind, I run out into the mass again and fly through the now collapsed ceiling to meet up with my flock, not far from the scene. "Just like old times." I say aloud, and with my family all together, it felt good to be back in the game.
Happy ending? I think not. Review, please! Constructive criticism welcome! I want to improve my writing as much as possible! Thanks to all that have reviewed in the past, and put up story and author alerts! REVIEW!!!!