Chapter 9
(Fang's P.O.V)
I couldn't believe that Max said 'yes' to that douche. I mean, I told her not to right. Well, actually, I told her that she can't like him, but that still pretty much covers the whole 'Don't Date Him' thing. Didn't it?
I angrily unplugged the guitar from the amp. I was about to leave the music room, when MS. Christian called me.
"Fang?" she said. "Come here a minute, please?"
I walked over to her sulkily.
"Yes?" I said.
"Didn't you and Iggy have a band with Dylan about two years ago?" she asked.
I nodded sourly, noticing how she left out Chasidy's name.
"Have you considering putting it back together? With Max as an addition?"
"No," I said. "That's completely out of the question."
"Listen Fang," Ms. Christian said. "I know what happen between you and Dylan, but don't you think it's time to put that behind you guys and move one."
I looked at her, my face expressionless.
"Well, it's just a thought. But I think you should give it some serious thought," she said leaving the music room.
The band that Dylan, Iggy, Chasidy and I had had was unmistakably one of the best kid bands ever made. We played at every school and community event. After Chasidy died, the band split and Iggy and I stopped talking to Dylan.
For the band to come back together, we would need a keyboardist, another vocalist and a drummer. I guess Max could play the keyboard and sing, she does have a pretty awesome voice. For a drummer though, Dylan was completely out of the question. Not that I was thinking about getting the band back together. No way.
"Fang," Iggy called. I walked over to him. "What did Ms. Christian want?"
"She wanted to know if we'd want to get the band back together, with Max instead of Chasidy."
"Whadd you say?"
"No, of course not," I said.
"Oh, okay," Iggy said. He looked…. Disappointed.
"C'mon, man," I said. "US Government."