New Chapter! The Open Mike is next chapter. Thanks to CrazyNerdyFangirl, Birdgirl24, and ColorTheSky for reviewing on my last chapter. Not many did :(. Oh well. I'm sorry If I spell something different or wrong or I mess something up about the places becuase I live in Canada. I'm born in the Great White North too. But luckily I lived in the USA for 4 years. And NO, people in Canada do not ride around on polar bears and live in igloos. We have summer, I own shorts and t-shirts! Just to clarify, Canada and USA are practically exactly the same, except that Canada's up norther and we have different foods and traditions and such. GO NYC! I used to lived near there. Such an awesome city. I love Times Square. I used to run around there when I was younger. But so much garbage! I hate pollution! GRR! anywhoo. Do not offend me on Canada! Once again, very similar to the USA! And australia is too, just warmer. That's right I know what Australia's like! Some of my friends live there. It's cool. I'd like to go there some day.

Camp Disaster Chapter 7-Dinner Time Entertainment?

Fang POV

Max skipped, arm still linked with mine, singing out-loud; 'Follow the Yellow Brick Road'. I was helplessly dragged along as I stumbled to keep pace with her, more weird looks. By the time we got there, almost the entire the staff and campers had seen our seemingly crazy display. I don't remember doing anything this weird in my entire life. This was more of an 'Iggy' thing. Look at what Max has done to me. We entered the Cafeteria, Max swung the doors wide open, and they banged on to the walls. Everyone turned to look at us. Crap. Max wiggled her fingers in greeting. I just huffed. Max, yet again, dragged me along to the front of the Cafeteria, where all the food was. She grabbed two trays, one for me and one for her. The sight of food perked me up. I piled salsa and tortilla chips onto my plate from the salad bar, as well as tons Mexican style rice. I took 6 tacos and filled them to the brim with meat, cheese, and lettuce. What? I eat a lot deal with it. I saw that Max had about the same amount. Wow, now that is HOT. Who doesn't love a girl who eats by the truckload and still manages to keep an amazing figure? I grabbed some garlic bread and headed over to where the rest of the gang was sitting. Max followed soon after.

"What's up people? Did you get unpacked?" Max asked. I think she was purposely ignoring the looks of shock and unhinged jaws. Even the flock was staring. Iggy was the first one brave enough to say anything, silly boy. Yay! I get to watch him get pummelled by Max!

"So Max… The weather's nice. How'd you and Fang get covered with paint? Mmm, this lemonade is delicious." Iggy said, suddenly seeming to find an interest in his cold drink. The question part was rushed, like he wanted to know the answer, but was afraid of what Max would do. What the hell?

"Umm, Iggy are you feeling alright?" Max replied.

"Just dandy. How'd you and fang get smothered in paint?" Again, the last part was rushed. At least now I know my brother has enough brains to be afraid of Max.

"None of you frickin' beeswax. Do you like to butt into other people's lives? If I had wanted to tell you I would have! So PISS OFF!" Max shouted. Heads that weren't already looking our way, turned. Sigh. Why does Max have to attract so much attention? Good or bad, I don't care, just too much attention! I decided to cut Iggy some slack and tell him the story."

"Iggy, me and Max had a paint war while we were re-decorating my room." I explained. I'm sure tons of other curious ears heard me too. See? I am great at telling stories. I can tell an entire story in one sentence. That is skill, people.

"Oooooooooooh." Iggy and Gazzy said at the same time. First of all, creepy. Second of all, what are those two up to?

"Come on guys let's start eating." Said Ella. I like her already. She's quite like me and she doesn't like to argue. She's probably the most normal out of all of us. Plus, she's Max's sister, if I get to know her, maybe I'll have a better shot at getting Max to go out with m- Wait, don't tell Max that. I only think of her as a friend… Yah, that's it. Sure I think she is amazing and perfect in everyway. But that doesn't matter. She doesn't think of me like that, so what's the point? We all dug in. Man, Cheryl is AMAZING! She's just as good as Iggy. Yah, my brother cooks. I've got my own personal gourmet chef.

"Hey Igs. It looks like you've got some competition. Cheryl's tacos are almost as good as yours and she made them for like 30 teen counsellors." I grinned.

"Yah I know. Cheryl is a great cook." Agreed Iggy. Everybody nodded their heads in agreement.

Suddenly somebody placed two slender hands over my eyes. I heard Max snickering. Huh?

"Guess who, Nicky?" said a sickly sweet voice. Ugh, Lissa. I tried to let her down easy.

"Stop please Lissa."

"Awww, your now fun." She whined. Ahh! My ears, they're bleeding. When Max whines, it's adorable. When Lissa whines, it's just plain painful.

"So Nicky-poo, can I sit with you?" she asked, not waiting for a reply. She slid into the seat next to me, pushing Max onto the ground.

"Max! Are you okay?" I cried jumping up to help her. Oh god! Lissa is such a bitch!

"Yah, I'm fine. But somebody is gonna get hurt and it ain't me." She said murderously, shooting a death glare at Lissa. Everyone flinched, including Lissa. Max gives a mean death glare.

"Ugh, you are such a slut. Look at you! You think you're so much better than everyone. You can't just threaten to hurt people randomly!" Lissa said, clinging on to my arm. I shrugged it off.

"Your right Lissa, I can't threaten just anyone. But I've made it my job to hurt bitches like you, who think they can cling on to any guy they want. Don't you have morals? It's sick how you flit from guy to guy. You screw them and dump 'em. How much lower can you sink?" Max ground out. I saw her clench her fists and unclench them repetitively.

"Your just jealous that Fang likes me more than you. You're so desperate. Go find someone in your own league." Lissa scoffed. At that Max burst out laughing.

"First of all, Fang's just a friend. Second of all, I could never be jealous of a prostitute like you, nor do I want to be." Max smirked. The 'just friends' part of her little rant bothered me. I wanted her to be so much more. Maybe one day I'll build up the guts to tell her exactly how I feel. Life sucks.

"Your so, so… UGH!" Lissa scream, stomping away. Everyone stifled laughter at her expression. Max just smirked triumphantly. All of the sudden these two boys jumped up and started break dancing. They were really good. One had blonde hair and the other had darkish brown hair. I couldn't see them very clearly though. Then Gazzy jumped and started making rapping noises. Max laughed and stood up too. She turned on the huge stereos and 'Fire Burnin' came on. It was hilarious. Even I cracked a smile.

"Wow, you guys started the fun without me? And I thought you guys actually like an old man like me!" A middle aged man came through the doors. He had greying hair and twinkling eyes. He was dressed casually in a checkered flannel shirt and kaki pants. Everyone laughed. "Alright, alright, settle down. You've all had your fun. So how's our first day at Camp Starlight been for you counsellors?" Everyone cheered. Some of the really corny guys *cough* Iggy *cough* whooped and hollered.

"Good to know. I'd just like to introduce myself. My name is Jeb Ride, camp owner, founder, and director. If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask. I'm all about the music. If you write a song, choreographed a dance routine, or made a rockin' new beat don't be afraid to ask for my judgment. I'm hear for you guys. Other wise I'd sit at home, watch TV all day, and leave my daughter Max to do everything." Everyone snickered. Max looked embarrassed. "Alrighty then, continue your dinner. But I think we should give Cheryl, our chef, a huge round of applause for a terrific first meal!" The whole room burst into applause. Cheryl came out looking embarrassed. Max dragged the two dancer boys over to our table. They plopped down on empty chairs.

"Fang, Iggy, Nudge, this is Asher and Josh. They're two of the camps greatest break dancers. We're good friends with them. Our band accompanies some of their dances." Max introduced us to the boys. They both wore t-shirt and board shorts. Josh was the one with blonde hair and Asher was the one with darkish brown. Asher had dog tags around his neck and an earring. They stuck out their hands with goofy looks on their faces. I could tell they were going to get along with Iggy. Nudge shook them each, giggling. Iggy, shook them too, while asking them if they were interested in pranks. I just kinda stared at them. Max shook her head in amusement.

"Fang doesn't shake hands." Max explained at Josh and Asher's quizzical looks.

"You mean he doesn't like to shake our hands. Sniff. Oh, it's soo sad. Fangster hates us. Oh, the horror." Asher cried out dramatically. He pretended to faint. Josh caught him by the arms.

"Noo! Asher, don't leave us! We'll make it through this together. Noo! He had so much more to live for. Why, cruel injustice, why?" Josh cried, just as dramatically. These two boys were so immature. See, I told you they'd get along with Iggy. I just rolled my eyes. Soon dinner was over. Lissa tried to flirt with me 3 more times, only to be scared of by Max. I was no 7:30pm and it was getting dark. The open mike was about to begin. The Flock and I had worked out some of the songs. I knew most of them, so I was doing background guitar. I also decided to do a solo, singing one of the songs I wrote. I'm not telling which, you'll have to wait for the show. Yah, that's right! I write songs! You gotta problem with that? Tell it to my fist. Sorry lost myself there. I was sitting under a big oak tree, strumming on my acoustic guitar, practicing for my solo.

"Fang let's get going. We have to get there before everyone else to set up! You know we are accompanying for some of the people right? Hurry!" I was yet again being dragged against my will by none other than Max. The Open Mike was going to be held on the outdoor stage. We had to get ready before the show started. Oh well, wish me luck.

Iggy: Party! Party! Party!

Aqua: *Walks in to house with hands full of groceries* No parties! Iggy are you listening to me? Who are all these people at my house? What the hell?

Iggy: Sorry, I'm trying to talk to this hot girl... AQUA!

Aqua: Yes, Aqua! You are in big trouble. What have you got to say for yourself?

Iggy: R&R? *runs away*

Aqua: Huh? Wait... IGGY! GET BACK HERE!