Hey people! Ok, so I'm back. With a new story. I HAVE NOT given up on Camp Disaster. I just find it hard to put my ideas on paper, what with stressing over school and everything. But I do somehow need a fresh start. So here I am with a new story. I LOVE this idea. No joke. It's really fun to write so I hope you guys like it. It's a new idea, that no one has used, like usual. I don't like repeated ideas. If it seems like another story, it totally isn't. Iggy's down at the bottom waiting for you ;)

Max Ride knows what she's doing. She has her own opinion and she's sticking to that. A lot of people don't get her. One thing she is ABSOLUTELY sure about is that Nick Valentine is a good for nothing poser of a rockstar. He's world famous with millions of girls kissing at his feet, vying for his attention. So why wouldn't he be a stuck-up bastard? But she's forced to a concert by her best friend. What happens when she meets him? What if he wants a chance to prove her wrong? All Human. Enjoy.

Stardazed Chapter 1-Rock Concert

"ZOMG! You can't do this to me Max! I have been planning this for WEEKS. You are coming whether your sorry behind likes it or not!" Nudge screamed.

"God Dammit, Fudgesicle! You know I absolutely DESPISE the entire living existence of Nick Valentine, so why the hell would you buy two tickets to one of his god-damned auto-tuned concerts and invite ME of all people? I told you a million bajillion times I am not going to that concert!" I yelled back, utterly frustrated. Maybe I should rewind a bit.

Hi, my name is Maximum Ride, but everyone calls me Max 'cause Maximum is such a mouthful. And for all you idiots out there, it's not Maxie, or Maxine. It's Max, M-A-X. If you can't understand that, please don't come back 'til you learn how to read. That crazy girl screaming her lungs out at me was Monique Carmelo, but everyone calls her Nudge. She can talk non-stop for hours, literally, without letting anyone get a word in edge-wise. She also happens to be my best friend. I have no idea how. To explain a little about our situation, Nudge is horrendously obsessed with this teen rock star name Nick Valentine. He's this dude who sings and plays a wackload of instruments that makes girls fall at his feet. Personally, I think he's a tool. He sings all these songs about love and heartbreak, what does he know? Nudge on the other hand has fallen under his spell and she is crazy 'in love' with him. She has posters, and albums, and t-shirts, even a pencil case. It also happens that Nudge got two front row seats to his concert in LA, where we live. She seems to have delusioned herself into thinking that I agreed to come with her. That's not true. I despise Nick Valentine. He's a fake, just like all those other poser musicians that got famous because of their looks rather than their talent. So you see, it's not the music I despise, it's him. And yet somehow the phycopa-I mean my best friend convinced me into going to the concert in the end…

I parked my Audi R8 2010 (my parents are loaded) and I grabbed my leather jacket. I stuffed huge sunglasses onto my face and walked around to the front of the car, where Nudge was waiting. She had a scowl on your face as she scrutinized what I was wearing. I looked down too. Nudge had forced me into this ridiculously short jean skirt, and a strappy decorative tank, as well as these ludicrous 5-inch stilettos. She curled my hair and put smokey makeup on my eyes, the kind you can't remove without that make-up removal stuff, which I don't have. I decided to tweak my wardrobe, just a little… Instead I was now wearing a red off shoulder loose shirt with a studded black leather belt around the waist. I wore dark skinny jeans instead of that disgusting skirt, and red leather boots. My hair was still curled, but I wore my big sun-glasses to hide my make-up. I think Nudge was more mad at the fact that I also wore a cap with the words 'Linkin Park' written across it. Yah, that was it. I thought it was funny, wearing a LP hat to a Nick Valentine concert, especially in the front row where 'Nick' can see. If she was going to drag me there, I might as well have some fun. Nudge on the other hand look like your regular crazed fan-girl. The form fitting neon t-shirt with a nice big headshot of Nick Valentine's face, his name, 'I 3 NICK, and hell, even her cell number. Also a jean miniskirt, and bright pink stiletto heals. She had straightened her unruly curly hair thank god, and her make-up wasn't absurd.

'MAX! What in the sam heck are you wearing? I told you to wear something hot for a change! And a leather jacket? Seriously, not the time for the badass accessories! You're wearing a Linkin Park hat! I mean I'm totally cool with them, and they've got good songs but we're going to see NICK FREAKING VALENTINE! I can't have you embarrassing me!' Nudge practically screamed. Sheesh this girl was over-reacting. I began ticking off my reasons on my fingers.

'One, I'm wearing normal, un-slutty clothes. Two, at least it's somewhat girly, and not sweats and a holey tee. Third, I enjoy my leather jacket, and it just so happens that it gets cold at night. Fourth, I'm pretty sure I'm not the one who'll be doing the embarrassing. He's just a guy, get over it. Besides, if you wanted me to come, you let me play by my rules.' I glared back. Nudge just rolled her eyes. She hooked her arm into mine and literally dragged me into the stadium.

The amount of crazy girls that came to Nick Valentine's concerts was unbelievable. You could practically smell the estrogen in the air. Gross. I can't believe how shallow the world has become, going insane over a guy you've never even met. What do they see in him anyways? His money? His fame? His looks? All shallow traits that show nothing about who he really is. Anyways, I was nearly deaf by the time we got to our seats at the very front and center of the stadium. It was a pathetic looking mosh pit full of teary eyed girls. There were seats though, thank god, so I didn't have to stand awkwardly the whole torture ride. Nudge was practically pissing her pants in excitement, and I couldn't help rolling my eyes at her childishness. The show wouldn't start until everyone was in so I got up to buy myself a soda. When I got back, the stands were filled with even more with girls heavily dosed up on make-up and breath mints. I creeped slowly back towards my seat. I even patted a hot dog selling guy's shoulder and told him that I fear for his life. It was funny watching him get even more nervous and sweaty.

In a totally clichéd moment, the lights dimmed and the audience silenced. And this creepy, maybe even toxic, green smoke rose from the stage and it showed the shadowed figure of a man, maybe 6 feet tall. As if we didn't know who it was. These green led lights started flashing and of course everyone breaks the hushed silence and starts to jump up and down. I even saw some girls climbing on the seats holding giant 'I Love U Nick! MARRY ME!' signs. Ok, seriously frightened for my life right now. So the dude walks up on stage wearing all black. Black jeans, black t-shirt, black leather jacket (which, unfortunately, I happened to like), black Vans, probably even black socks. His t-shirt had red writing though; 'Why do people have to lose things to find out what they really mean?', it was incredibly deep for such a shallow guy. I bet his wardrobe manager chose the shirt to make him seem real. I see flashes of silver too, a silver stud in his left ear, silver chain on his pants. But something catches my attention. These dog tags hanging around his neck along with a shark tooth necklace… Somehow I feel like they're important. But it doesn't matter because I second later his tan hand tucks them inside his shirt. For your sake, I'm going to describe Nick Valentine for you. He has olive toned skin and black hair that almost looks dark purple, like a raven's feather. His eyes are this striking onyx, and they look empty somehow. Though his face is split into a charming smirk, his eyes hold… nothing. I'll admit it, the guy was hot, totally working the Tall, Dark, and Handsome look. He has this toned body, with muscles in the right places. His face is angular, strong jaw line, full lips, straight nose. It makes him look mysteriously attractive, but that doesn't change the fact that he's a douche.

'Hey Los Angeles! How're we doing tonight?' He yells into the mike. I detect a slight British accent, and my heart flutters… Wait what? Gross, I totally didn't mean that. I look at my surroundings. Nudge is so lost in her own world that she doesn't have time for me, so I decide to risk listening to real music. I grab my iPhone out of my pocket and quickly send a text to my mother, assuring her that we were safe. Telling her that I was 17 and totally capable of handling myself in a concert. I've been to tons a rock concerts before, good bands mind you, but she never stops worrying. I love her for that, but it gets annoying. Then I plug in my earphones and let the soothing voice of Chester Bennington lull me. I'm in the middle of blasting Red Jumpsuit Apparatus when I notice that Nick's first song was over. He was talking really loudly and Nudge was twitching even more than before, so I figured it was something important. I unhooked my right earbud to listen to him speak. He has I nice voice, I thought randomly.

'Alright people. First song of the night is officially over. Was it alright?' He paused long enough to hear the desperate shrieks of the audience. And get this, the guy has the nerve to smirk! 'And now as I promised, after the second song I will select one lucky person from the front row to come on stage with me and sing one of my slower songs, Living Like Dead (AN: I wrote this song btw, cuz I didn't know what song to choose. No hating please).' He was met by a response that should have shattered the entire world's light bulbs. And I thought they couldn't get louder.

'ZOMG! Maxi what if he chooses me? That would totally be the like best day of my entire living existence! EEEPP!' Nudge was crying tears of joy. What a wimp. I roll my eyes and plug my earbud back in.

By the time I was finished nodding to the beat of Reap by RJA, Fang was done singing. I closed my eyes for a second and tried to block out the screaming. It was giving me a headache. And then I felt Nudge sharply jab in the ribs. My eyes flew open and I was about to glare at her when I noticed her looking pointedly at something in front of me. That's when I noticed that Nick Wannabe was standing in front of me with an out-stretched hand and a huge grin on his face. I saw that the big projector screens were displaying my shocked face as one of my earbuds hung stupidly from my face. It didn't last long though. I shoved my hat lower on my head glared at Mr. Valentine and adamantly shook my head. I could hear the gasps of surprise and I smirked. But Nudge shoved me onto the stage and I stumbled into Nick's outstretched arms. Can you say nauseatingly embarrassing? I refused to blush though, not in front of millions of girls and a few guys.

Nick is given another wireless mike that he offers to me. I reluctantly take it, a grimace on my face. He smiles a genuine smile at me, that seems to make the sun go out.

'Hey. I'm Nick Valentine as you must know. What's your name?' He asks politely. I glare at him.

'My mother told me never to tell my name to strangers.' I shoot back. He looks taken aback, but he shakes it off.

'Yah, but you know my name, I think it's only fair that I know yours…' He's smirking again.

'Her name is Maximum Ride!' Nudge yells stupidly. I slap my palm to my forehead. I'm going to murder that girl.

'Maximum. I like it. But I'll just call ya Max if that's alright. Do you know why you're up here?' He asks. I eerie silence has creeped in. Guess everyone was anticipating the next move from the strange girl who defied Nick Valentine.

'Quite frankly, no. I just remember being dragged to this stupid concert by my best friend. And then man-handled on stage by a poser of a guy.' I reply snarkily. Yes, I was being a bitch, but I was honestly pissed. The guy isn't even affected. He just grins and grabs a black acoustic guitar from a stage guy and sits down on a stool in the middle of the stage. I notice how the rest of his band is gone and there's one empty seat next to him. He pats the seat, and I carefully walk over, totally prepared for a giant cage to fall from the sky.

'Then you're in for a big surprise, Max' and he starts strumming chords on his guitar. He opens his mouth, and I properly hear him sing, without auto-tune for the first time.

(AN: This is my song. I put copyright on it. The song is also cut off half way because Max isn't paying attention.)

Listening to the sound

Of crickets the moonlight

I'm wondering just how

You go on like you do

The silence has never been so loud

If you live like you are dying
If I see that you're not trying
Could you still mean everything to me
I can never make you see

Id take a bullet for you
You're more than I'll ever become
You are the light that shines through
The dark

Id swim an ocean for you
You are my guiding star
Ill be there for you
if you ever stray to far

Don't make no mistake
This real not fake
Life can bring you unexpected turns

It might catch you down
If you're off the ground
Bury you deep
In your lies

But Id take a bullet for you
You're more than I'll ever become
You are the light that shines through
The dark

I'd swim an ocean for you
You are my guiding star
I'll be there for you
If you ever stray to far

I don't hear the rest of the song because I'm too busy being caught in his piercing gaze. I can't seem to look away. I'm awestruck by the haunting beauty of the song, and I surprise myself by realizing his true musical talent is actually immense. The song finishes and he smiles that beautiful smile again.

'So what did you think? Am I really just a poser?' I can tell he's joking, but his eyes are holding something I can't decifer. But somehow they're not dull and empty anymore. They're filled with something strong. Oh, here I go again, now I'm imagining things in his eyes. I'm such a freak.

I shake my head biting back a grin. 'I guess you're alright.' I shrug as if it's no big deal. When in reality it's a huge deal, considering I just realized how talented he was. But that doesn't mean I like him. He's still an arse. A stuck-up rockstar who traded his soul for the fortune and fame. A guy who does anything and everything for publicity.

'I like you Max. You're different. And just so you know, I'm not as much of a prat as you think I am.' He whispers in my ear, no one else can hear what he says. I bet the press are going to eat this up and start talking about Nick's new girl toy.

I just glared at him as menacingly as I could. I knocked shoulders with him as I hopped off the stage and I had the pleasure of seeing him stumble, un-prepared. I felt electric jolts run down my arm when my skin made contact with his, but I ignored it. I spent the rest of the concert immersed in my iPhone, playing Angry Bird. I didn't even glance up once… Ok that's a lie, but every time I looked up Fang was staring back at me. It was innerving.

At the end of the concert I shot up as quickly as I possibly could, dragging Nudge along with me. Nick wasn't even off the stage yet. Nudge shrugged out of my grip and squealed something about waiting for Nick's autograph, and trying to get back stage. I mutely nodded my head and told her I'd meet her back at the car. I couldn't help but feel like someone was staring at me intently and that it wasn't Nudge.

I walked out of the stadiums choking grasp and into fresh air. LA was always beautiful in the summer time, and I was so glad I didn't have school. I grasped my jacket firmly around me, the night air a little more cool then usual. I was still listening to music, Story of the Year (AN: Check out all the bands I mention in this story. They are AWESOME) this time. I felt the wind brush my cold ears when I suddenly realized that I wasn't wearing my hat. But I was so sure I had it with me during the concert, I tride to hide from Nick Valentine with it. I traced back my steps in my mind and I realized that in my haste to get off the stage my hat must of fell off because I didn't have it afterwards. Crap! That hat was autographed by Mike, Chester, and the rest of Linkin Park. I loved that hat! And now it's lost forever. I bet some loser's gloating over it right now in his shabby old apartment complex and I-

'Hey Max! Wait!' a strangely familiar voice called out. I paused my music and unhooked an earphone. I spin around and…

Aqua: Sorry for the cliffy but I like these things, and I'm deciding to stop being nice and making fake cliffhangers where the result is obvious. I'm really bad at cliffys because I dont want to dissapoint.

Iggy: Ok you're such a liar. I bet everyone can guess who's calling her. It's so obvious. Clearly I'm about to be introduced in the story.

Aqua: Yah, ok. Suuuuure. Whatever floats your gravy Igs. You just miss your fans.

Iggy: SHUTUP! You jerk! I don't even know why I bother with you.

Aquawings: Don't listen to him. He's high. But ah, guess who it is. I'll give you a sneak peek to the next chapter?

Igs: Read, Review. Maybe flame her for being mean to me?