Hey Guys! I don't really ever read these on other people's stories but just read this one. Just so you know it's about part of the flock and Dylan being a band. I know it's been done before but I've tried to make it a little different. Max is the singer and I've used some songs that are actually sung by guys because I liked them and they went with the story if you don't like that I'm sorry but for the most part I've used songs sung by girls.

Enjoy!

"Thanks guys we had a blast!" I yelled into my microphone. The crowd of hundreds screamed ear piercingly loud. The lights were still scanning the crowd and blinding me on stage.

"Thank you San Francisco," our incompetent drummer Iggy screamed. Sometimes I question why I hang out with him but then I remember he's one of my best friends ever. The crowd continued to scream for us. I swear I'm going to be deaf by the time I'm twenty. We all waved and got off the stage. Men in black shirts all wearing headsets came out on the stage right after us and started to pack up our stuff.

"Nice show kids," Ash, our manager, said giving me a pat on the back. "We have an early morning tomorrow so let's get this show on the road." Ash said already guiding us around the crowed maze that was backstage. Ash was on his phone most likely emailing people. I heard the boys cackling from behind me about something probably very stupid. I wiped drops of sweat off my forehead. I don't know why performers even bother to work out because if they're anything like me then they sweat buckets on stage. Ash led us out the back door and even though it was a back door I saw at least fifty fans surrounding our bus. Instantly security surrounded the band and I. Screaming girls with posters ran up to us shoving things in our faces and trying to touch us. I tried to sign as many things as I could. I didn't mind this kind of stuff I figured that they buy our music, come to our concerts, make posters, take the time to be a fan; I can at least sign something for them.

Security pushed their way through the crowd and we made it to the doors of the bus. I climbed the stairs and gave our bus driver, Gary, a quick smile. Our tour bus was pretty sick. It had a lounge with a flat screen when you first walked on. There were two bean bag chairs and a couch that had a trundle bed on it. Then there was the small kitchen with a mini fridge, small freezer, sink, toaster, and four foot counter. There was also a small table that sat four people if you squished so we usually only sat two people at the table. Past that there was a door that slid open and closed with the push of a button. There were six bunk beds all inside the walls with curtains that pulled to open or close the bed. There was a small bathroom and eight drawers that lined the walls after that and contained some of our clothes, we also had pre-packed suitcases in the storage under the bus so we didn't have to pack when we got off and on. Then last but certainly not least in my mind, there was a small studio in the back of the bus that was packed with three different guitars, two different basses, two different keyboards, a violin, and a drum set. The studio also had a small vocal's recording both with a microphone. All the interments were hooked up to the computers and sound machines in the room. Needless to say it was the best bus we've traveled in.

"Band meeting on the couch!" Ash yelled. We all filed onto the couch. Iggy was the last to get on the bus so there was no more room on the couch. He scanned us all looking as if in deep thought and then sat on my lap. So just so you no Iggy is about six two meaning that he wasn't very light.

"Iggy!" I screamed.

"Yes darlin'?" he asked innocently.

"Get your fat ass off of me now." I gritted through my teeth.

"You're quite comfortable but you could be less boney maybe another cheeseburger with dinner next time." Iggy said readjusting himself. Ash rubbed his temples and sighed while pinching his eyes closed.

"Iggy please get off of Max," Ash begged, not bothering to open his eyes. "Sit on a bean bag chair."

"But Asher dearest that would mean that I've disobeyed your order to sit on the coach and I've been trying to listen better like you asked," Iggy said, sounding troubled even though I knew very well he wasn't at all troubled by anything in this situation.

"I'll sit in the bean bag chair," I said trying to stand. I couldn't stand because Iggy had at least forty pounds on me. "Please move!" I gritted out. I gave Iggy a good hard shove and he barely moved. Then I got an idea. I leaned forward until my mouth was right near Iggy's ear. "I'll tell Ella you like her." I whispered.

"You wouldn't," He said turning to glare at me. "You did the best friend promise."

"Don't test me," I warned leaning back against the couch. I stuck my hands behind my head and appeared relaxed. Iggy's eyed me scanning my face for any hint of me kidding.

"You're not kidding," Iggy stated while still scanning my face.

"Good thing I have her on speed dial," I said with an indifferent shrug. Iggy threw himself forward and onto the ground. The rest of the band laughed at him.

"What did you threaten?" Gazzy asked cackling at Iggy as he scrambled to put distance between us.

"Secret," I said giving Iggy a wink. "Until he makes me mad."IgaveIggy an evil smirk to which he cowered.

"I'm not tell you anything anymore," Iggy said crossing his arms and pouting like he was five.

"Kids please!" Ash yelled. We all turned and gave Ash our attention. "Ok tomorrow we need to come up with the set list by noon. Then we have rehearsal at five. As you know we have another show in San Francisco tomorrow just at a different venue." I nodded and I saw Nudge doing the same out of the corner of my eye. "Good." Ash said nodding his head. We pulled up to the hotel and I felt relieved.

We had stayed at this hotel last night so we didn't need to bring anything in. I quickly got off the bus followed by Nudge. We scrambled to get to the elevator while the three boys all took their time. I wanted to get to the room and go to bed and I'm guessing Nudge was thinking the same thing. We both got in the elevator and Nudge quickly punched the 22.

"So you know what tomorrow is right?" Nudge asked as we rose in the otherwise quiet elevator.

"December fifteenth," I said blankly trying to avoid what I knew she was implying. I hated talking about what she wanted to talk about right now. It was one of my very few weaknesses.

"Can you pretend to not be closed off and unemotional for two seconds and have a conversation with me about it?" Nudge asked sounding exasperated.

"What do you want me to say?" I asked angrily. "That I hate myself for it? That I have nightmares every night? That I cry at the mention of his name? That I paid thousands of dollars to have his room closed off from the rest of the house so it looks like a wall now so I wouldn't have to see it? That I have been to hundreds of therapy sessions in the past three years and yet I still can't even say his name? Huh?" I asked almost breaking down just thinking about it. "I'm trying to move on Nudge, but I just don't know if it's the right thing to do." I said calmly. I felt my eyes start to fill with tears that stung and threatened to leak.

"I was thinking that you could perform the song you wrote for him tomorrow at the concert. I thought it could give you the real closure you needed." Nudge said quietly while not meeting my eyes.

"I don't need closure I'm perfectly normal as long as I don't think about it," I said impatiently.

"That's not healthy," Nudge said worriedly. Nudge came and rested her small hand on my shoulder. "He would love it if you did it for him." Nudge gave me a small smile. She was right he would have loved it if I went up on a stage and sang a song for him. He would have thanked me so many times. I had to do this, for him. The doors to the elevator opened on our floor and Nudge and I made our way to our huge suit. Nudge pulled the key card out of her purse and swiped it through the handle.

My two suit cases sat unpacked in the center of the room and Nudge's empty ones next to them. Nudge believed in packing and unpacking. I hated packing and kept my stuff in my suitcases. I usually have one or two suitcases that I've marked as dirty and when we get the chance to do laundry I do it. The two king sized beds were against the walls. There was a huge flat screen TV facing the beds and then a small sitting area over to the left of the door that also had its own TV. The bathroom was straight ahead. Mostly everything was white in the room and gave it a clean feel.

I walked over to my suitcase and pulled out my pajamas before quickly walking over to the bathroom. I changed quickly and then opened the door so I could talk to Nudge while she got ready outside of the bathroom.

"You know I think I'll do it," I mumbled through my tooth brush.

"You will!" Nudge screamed and ran over to me just finishing putting her pants on. "I think it's a great idea, babe." I chuckled at her and then spit. "That was very unattractive." Nudge gave me a disgusted look.

"Don't watch me get ready if you don't want to," I said with a shrug and then started to wash my face. Nudge walked away from the door. I grabbed my old clothes and walked out of the bathroom. I flung all the clothes into the suitcase that was marked dirty, literally, I marked it with a sharpie on the outside. Nudge walked quickly into the bathroom with a giant bag filled with her toiletries and other assorted 'necessities' as she says. I rolled my eyes and threw myself onto my comfortable bed.

So I bet you're very confused as to what is going on, right? Well the Name is Maximum ride but most call me Max or Max Ride because my full name is a bit of a mouthful. I'm in a band and I sing, apparently very well. Nudge, who is currently in the bathroom, is the keyboard, violin, and occasionally guitar player. Nudge is the girly girl of the band making up for what I lack in that category. She pulls off girly very well because she is very pretty and has this shinning mocha skin that I've envied since I've known her. She says that I'm lucky with my hair and body along with my looks but her cork screw curls make her unique in a way my blonde hair will never make me. Nudge also tends to…well she really has a hard time…she doesn't really shut up. Ever! Dylan is our guitarist, and he rocks it. Dylan was given the pretty boy image in the band but really he isn't any more into being clean, or anything like that, than us. His blond hair and sea blue eyes have girls swooning over him everywhere but honestly if they saw him when he is in his natural state he is like every other boy on the planet: gross. Gasman, or as we have shortened to Gazzy, is our bass player. Just like Dylan, Gazzy has blond hair and blue eyes, so he is also swooned over. Gazzy can fart at will therefore he was given his nickname, he is quite proud of his talent but refrains from talking about it in front of girls because he hopes to have a girlfriend, he claims it was childhood nickname given that stuck. Iggy is our Drummer and also my longest friend in the band. Iggy and I have been friends since kindergarten and it has been a very…interesting experience. Iggy is probably the most distinct looking person in the band, which makes it very difficult for him to go out in public, with his strawberry blond hair and almost bluish grey eyes. Iggy is a pyro and to be honest if the music thing doesn't work out for him terrorism is always a back-up plan, we do have an agreement that he is not allowed to practice his talents while we are on tour because it makes us look ungrateful when we blow up hotel's things.

Well that's the whole band. All five of a group of kids that came from a small town in Colorado and got a serious break. Kind of a cliché story but a good one. We're sixteen and living the dream.

Nudge threw stuff into my suitcase and then hers before lying in her bed and sighing.

"I packed your stuff so you don't have to tomorrow." She said pulling herself under the covers. I followed her action and pulled myself under the soft white comforter.

"Thanks," I mumbled. I turned out the lamp next to the bed as Nudge flipped the switch near her bed turning our room completely dark.

"So you know what happens tomorrow, right?" Nudge asked enthusiastically.

"Not in the mood to talk about him right now," I said closing my eyes and trying to distract myself.

"Oh! No, not that, I was talking about Ash's niece and nephew coming. I asked Ash about them and he said that his niece is six and his nephew is almost seventeen. I hope he's hot. I could definitely get used to sharing a bus with a hot older guy. Yummy." I could imagine Nudge wiggling her eyebrows as she enthusiastically talked about this kid she barely even knew.

"I'm just happy that Ash is happy," I said while shifting onto my stomach.

"Oh I'm happy too," Nudge said happily while giving me a suggestive look.

"I think you should just leave him alone it would be weird to date Ash's nephew and just last week you were telling me you thought you could possibly like Josh." Josh is a kid in my ex's band, Ryan. Ryan and I are still friends. We talk all the time and stuff. Both our bands are really close because we both got famous at the same time. Ryan and I had only dated for about a month before we decided we were way better off being friends. Josh also plays bass.

"I can like Josh and still like to look at other hot guys," Nudge said simply.

"Just remember we're letting them come on the bus because Ash asked us to not because we want to drool over boys," I said chuckling a little at her.

"You are just turned off from boys since the whole Drew thing," Nudge said knowingly.

"Please don't talk about Drew I get way to angry and I'll never be able to go to sleep," I begged already feeling my pulse start to rise. Drew was a very touchy subject and I'm not really in the mood to talk about it. Sorry I meant him not it. No I did I meant it, he's and it in my mind.

"I'm just saying you need a new guy," Nudge said. "Maybe this new guy could be it for you."

"Or maybe I could be single for more than a month and try something I have yet to do for the past two years," I said sarcastically.

"Don't start with your bitchy attitude because I'm going to stop talking to you." Nudge said.

"Really?" I asked hopefully while adding way too much excitement into my voice. "If you really mean it then I'll put the whole bitch out there."

"That's it I'm done. I can't handle you when you get like this." Nudge said. I bit my lip to keep myself from laughing as she turned her back to me. I relaxed into my pillow and cleared my head. My brain slowly stopped thinking and I started to fall asleep.

Hope you liked it. I'll try and update frequently. If you hated it then tell me and I won't waste my time. Criticism is welcome. If you guys have any ideas I'll try and incorporate them.