Camp Disaster Chapter 8 The Open Mike, a maximum ride fanfic

Yay! the Open Mike is finally here. I know alot of you have been waiting for it. You might be disapointed thought because it is mainly just singing. Thankyou to candyluvdoll, ColorTheSky, maxridelover123, and birdgirl24. Thankyou to ColorTheSky for being the most loyal reviewer. I like hearing what you have to say. And just telling you guys, you can have Iggy, he is ALL yours. All he does is annoy the crap out of me all day long. And no I do not LOVE and Max Ride charaters.

Camp Disaster Chapter 8-The Open Mike

Max POV

I dragged Fang behind the outdoor stage. The gang was already there tuning their instruments and practicing the chords and such. I was in a jolly good mood. Dinner had been hilarious. Lissa kept on trying to flirt with Fang. It was hilarious. The best part was how much he hated it! When Fang and I walked into the Cafeteria paint covered, everyone was in shock. I just loved all the attention. It was so funny, watching all their expression. I could tell Fang hated it though. He may have not cared about going to the cafeteria covered in paint, but he sure didn't like all the negative attention. He looked really embarrassed, probably because I sang 'Follow the Yellow Brick Road' on our way to the Cafeteria, drawing more attention. Anywho… Where is my acoustic? Ugh!

"Hey, Nudge? Where is my acoustic?" I demanded.

"Oh, I heard the stage crew say they were putting any of the instruments not being tuned near the stage so it would be easier for the late performers to find them. I put yours next to Fang's, they look so cute next to each other. I really like the purple paint stripes on yours. Put I think Fang's black wood is to gloomy. He should add some colour like yours! Do you think, if I got an acoustic, you could add hot pink to mine? Oh and BTW, your electric is up there too. I think your electric guitar is really cool too! I mean purple flames? That is soooooooo cute! But I really wish the black and grey on it was pink! That would be so amazing. I want one like that… or do you think it would make me look too hard core?" When she paused to take a breath, I clamped my hand over her mouth. She looked at me sheepishly. Man, that girl can talk. She barely took a breath in that whole speech. I should not have asked her where my guitars were. I cautiously lifted my hand of her mouth, ready to slap it back at a moments notice.

"Sorry Max! I got a little carried away. I really should shut up more. Then you guys could…" I shot her a warning glanced. She smiled back apologetically, pretending to zip up her mouth and lock it.

I walked over to Fang. He was sitting on a wooden stage stool tuning his sleek completely black 6-string acoustic guitar. His electric one sat at his side. Apparently, he hadn't been planning on bringing it, thinking he wouldn't need it. But Iggy brought it for him anyways. I loved his electric guitar. It was a really rare 12-string, black with red flames on the from and back. 'Fang G.' was etched onto the side in grey. I loved hearing him play it. I was really excited for Fang's solo. I still have not heard him sing properly yet. Stupid silent goth. The crewman pointed to me, signalling it was time to go up and start the open mike. I walked out onto the stage. I had changed my outfit. I now wore navy skinny jeans, a red t-chirt with a pair of silver wings on the front, striped black and grey flats, and a black vest. I had black and red bangles on, as well as silver hoop earrings. Ella had helped me add a streak of red hair dye through my hair. I looked like a punk-rocker chick.

"Hey Camp Starlight staff, and counsellors. Welcome to our very first Open Mike this summer. So let me hear you make some noise!" I shouted into the mic. Cheers erupted into cheers. "Alright, alright. I'll be your MC for tonight. I'd like to introduce myself and our band. We are called 'The Flock'. You'll see us around. We're the accompaniment for most of the singers and dancers. My name is Max Ride. I'm leader singer and guitarist for our band. Yes, my dad owns the camp. Big woop. All you guys need to know, is don't mess with me or you'll end up in the nurse's room with a black eye and a broken nose." Everyone looked speechless. Guess they've never had a lead singer introduce herself like that. I gestured to Iggy.

"Hello Los Angeles! I'm James, but everyone calls me Iggy. I'm the drums in our band. I like making bombs, pulling pranks, and pissing Max off." Iggy grinned cheekily into the mike. Oh he is so dead.

"HIIIII! My name is Nudge! OMG! This is soooooooooo exciting. I've never stood in front of such a big crowd. Okay, so I do background vocals and I play the acoustic guitar!" Nudge was practically squealing. I flinched.

"Hey, I'm George, but everyone calls me Gazzy… I suppose you can conclude why. I'm the bassist. I like making bombs, eating, and mimicking people." Wow, so Gazzy just lost himself a few dates.

"Hello, I'm Ella. I'm the back-ground vocalist and key-boardist. I like puppies, reading, shopping, and romance. Great to see so many people came to the Open Mike! I'm soo excited!" Ella giggled.

"Yo, I'm… Nick. I sing and play guitar." Still with the Tall, Dark, and Silent. He looked like he was contemplating whether to introduce himself as Fang or Nick. Good thing he chose Nick, Lissa was listening.

"Alrighty then, now that we've introduced ourselves. Here is the first act of the night, performing 'Every Time We Touch' by Cascada, give it up for my little sister Ella!" I introduced. More cheers. Me and Ella traded spots. I put on my guitar strap and got ready for the first performance of the evening.

"Hey everyone! I hope you enjoy this!" Ella said. She started the song.

(AN: I don't want to waste pages writing all the songs so I'll just describe most.) Nudge and I helped her with accompaniment on the choruses. Ella's voice is so beautiful. She put Cascada's voice to shame. She has this really soft, gentle, feminine, yet strong, and confident voice. I just loved it! I loved the slower parts she sang in the song. When she was finished everyone burst out into applause. She did amazing, a great start to the evening.

"Next up we have Nudge singing 'Knock You Down' by Keri Hilson." Nudge stepped up to the main mic. Her singing was really fantastic too. I was trying not to laugh the entire time while doing the background vocal parts. Iggy had tried to do Ne-Yo's part, including the rapping part. Sooo, funny. I knew he would have to the other rapping parts too. Gazzy couldn't rap to save his life and Fang out-right refused. Iggy was our best choice. The song finished and I could finally laugh my head off. I went over and whispered to Iggy, asking him to let me the drum set for a sec. I sat down and took the drum sticks.

"Alright everybody for our next performance…" I started playing the beginning drum solo to Hannah Montana's 'The Best of Both Worlds". Everybody looked shocked and confused. "Okay, I'm kidding. Next up, Lissa Brookes singing 'Obsessed' by Mariah Carey." Lissa came up and smirked at me, like she was about to put me to shame. Yah, right. Lissa performance was completely ruined. She ruined it. Her voice wasn't that bad, just she sounded so snobby in the song, like every guy was really obsessed with her. Iggy grudgingly had to do the male voice part and Nudge, Ella, and I had to sing background. Phew, I was really glad when the song was over. I checked the list. YES! Fang was next!

"Okay, up next, someone I have been wanting to hear… F-Nick!" I grinned at him. He grumbled and went to go prepare. "F-Nick is just getting ready, he'll be here momentarily. I think I'm going to let him introduce his song himself. Just a hint, he wrote it himself!" I walked off the stage as Fang came on. I smiled at him. Our hands brushed and a shock went up my fingers. Huh? Fang sat down on a stool in the middle of the stage, a huge spotlight on top of him. He looked back at me, and I gave him a thumbs up. Then Lissa came by me.

"FYI, his name is NICK, not Fnick. Your such and idiot." I had to control my hands, to make sure I didn't beat her up. One day, I'll snap and she'll end up with a bloody nose. That's when Fang started talking.

"Hi everyone. As you know, I'm Nick. I'm going to be singing a song I wrote. It's called 'Old School' (AN: This song is actually by Hedley) Umm, yah." I cheered for him.

Don't believe everything happiness says
Nothing feels better than hiding these days
We bury our fears in the drinks, in these tears
For the days we believed we could fly

Call up your brothers and sisters and friends
We'll go back to the place where the night never ends
We'll remember the fires, the burning car tires
Boy how in the hell did we get here?

Iggy came in lightly with the drums.

So why don't you meet me, down behind the old school
We'll waste away the weekend, with perfect regard for how
Cavalier we used to be, that beautiful insanity
The apathy's surrounding me
Don't close your eyes or we'll fade away

Over and over and over again
We sat down for a minute, grew up into men
Now we're putting out fires and changing car tires
Man how in hell did we get here?

And we'll never get back what we
Gave away, when we still have that fire in our eyes
Don't believe everything happiness says
Nothings as real as our old reckless ways
When we drink by the fires
The burning car tires
Bad girls and good liars
The dreams we'd conspire
The days we went crazy
The nights wild and hazy
Man how in the hell did we get here?

Why don't you meet me, down behind the old school
We'll waste away the weekend, with perfect regard for how
Cavalier we used to be, that beautiful insanity
The apathy's surrounding me
Don't close your eyes or we'll fade away

Ohmygod. Fang is amazing. His voice is absolutely, stunningly, perfect. God, I love his song! It's so beautiful. Fang should be a star. His voice just melts your insides. He stood up and smirked at me. Oh no… He came over and I ran over and hugged him. He stiffened for a second, but slowly his arms rapped around me.

"That was AMAZING! You're AMAZING! The song was AMAZING!" I told his, after pulling away. Suddenly Iggy's voice broke through the crowd. I didn't even notice him creep past me.

"Alright, originally Max wasn't going to do a solo. She didn't want draw attention to herself, but I think she should sing a song that she wrote, dontcha think?" Iggy asked the crowd. Why that little… Suddenly cheers of 'Max, Max, Max'. Oh crap, now I have to go. I was pulled on the stage by a squealing Ella and Nudge. I looked out at the crowd. I huge spotlight was shined on me. Shit.

"Well um hi. Damn, that spotlight is bright. I guess I'll sing one of the songs I wrote called 'Concrete Angel' (AN: Originally by Martina McBride). It's about child abuse and umm, I hope you like it." I muttered. I walked over to the grand piano.

She walks to school with a lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holding back;
Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday,
She hides the bruises with the linen and lace;
Oooooh

The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask,
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask;
Bearing the burden of a secret storm,
Sometimes she wishes she was never born;

Through the wind and the rain,
She stands hard as a stone in a world that she can't rise above;
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place, where she's loved.

Concrete Angel

Somebody cries in the middle of the night,
The neighbours hear but they turn out the lights;
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate,
When morning comes it will be too late.

Through the wind and the rain,
She stands hard as a stone in a world that she can't rise above;
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved.

Concrete Angel

A statue stands in a shaded place,
An angel girl with an upturned face;
Her name is written on a polished rock,
A broken heart that the world forgot.

Through the wind and the rain,
She stands hard as a stone in a world that she can't rise above;
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved.

Concrete Angel

I finished, kinda nodded, and was about to stand up and go. The cheers were deafening, a huge roar of 'ENCORE!' started. I reluctantly went back to the stage.

"Alright, stop. I'll sing another song. But first I would like to add a little message. 'Iggy you are sooooo dead!' Umm, I'll sing 'Breakaway' another song that I wrote. (Originally by Kelly Clarkson. Imagine Max's voice is a little higher and younger.) I grabbed my acoustic guitar and sat on the very stool that Fang did. Iggy knew this song. He came up and added the drums. Personally, I loved the chorus of this song. I liked most of my songs though. Any I don't like, I never bother practicing. When I was done the cheers blew off the roof. The rest of the flock jogged out. Asher and Josh also came up and stood in front along with a few of the female hip-hop dancers.

"Alright guys, last song of the evening. I think you all know this song. Feel free to sing along. Here's 'I Gotta Feeling' by Black Eyed Peas. Asher and Josh here, along with their friends will be dancing. Ready guys?" We sang it just like we practiced. I sang Fergie's parts along with Nudge and Ella as background. Iggy rapped. Gazzy and Fang also sang some parts. It was really fun. But the coolest part was Asher and Josh's mad dancing skills. You should have seen them. They were doing flips and everything. It was really amazing to watch. When we were done, we all stood up and all the performers bowed cheesily. I walked up to the mike.

"And that folks, concludes our first Open Mike. Hope you enjoyed it. Don't forget, the kids get here tomorrow. There will be a Bonfire Welcome Concert for them. Many of you signed up, so remember to practice. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go kill Iggy for making me sing. Bye!" Everyone clapped and cheered one last time. I turned to look at Iggy. He got this freaked out look in his eyes and ran away screaming his head off, like a girl.

Iggy: Yes! I totally rocked out! All the girls loved me. My rapping is A-MAZING!

Aqua: Okay Iggy whatever stops the tears.

Iggy: They were laughing along with the song. Even Max.

Aqua: Actually Iggy, I think they were laughing at you.

Iggy: Oh...

Aqua: Please R&R.