Thank you to the people who reviewed! I learned what most of you like, and it's the same as me; longer chapters! ^^ That won't be a problem but I can only post when I have time- which is usually on the weekends. So I'm thinking that this story is going to only be updated on the weekends, considering that I'm getting really busy with school.. But, enough with my random nonsense, let's get onto the story.

Max: Oh, and you don't own us.

Me: Psshh, that's.. so…. tr..ue..?

Max: Of course it's true! You aren't a dude or an awesome writer, right?

Me: Yeah.. exactly… HEY! Ugh, shut up Max! We're taking up Fang's POV this time.

Max: … Whatever, pfft, like I care.

Fang's Point of View

Another band tied with us, eh? Better than that, it's an all girl band.. hmm. I've got to admit, the girl's in the band looked pretty hot. But I already called dibs on the lead guitarist/singer. Max, I think her name was. I'm not sure, like I care, she's the one who was going to fall for me, after all, I am awesome like that. And plus, we both were the 'leaders', what more could we have in common? A lot. So much actually, we could've been twins. But whatever, they were stepping out of the van now, for the plane ride to Europe first. Awesome, hot european girls in bikinis. What could be better, ya' know?

I ran a hand through my black bangs, brushing them to the side before holding out my hand for.. Max?.. I think, to shake. "Fang, but you know me right? The one poster that you kiss everyday?" I gave her my award-winning smirk, which she scoffed at, perfect perfect, I got her right wh- wait, what? Did she scoff? Scoff? How mature of her. And then she snorted, snorted. And I could hear her mutter these three words, inconspicuously.

"Your music sucks." She just snapped my nerves in half and mashed them into smaller pieces. And then, although I shouldn't have, gave a snarky reply. "Like your rotten lyrics right?" And then, the impossible happened, she's definitely a feisty one. She punched me. As in her fist colliding with my oh-so-perfect cheeks. She'll need work on her attitude, definitely. But I don't have anything to worry about, 'cause I'll be the one molding her in anyway I want. Even if I had to use cheap tricks. But for now, let's just say.. I blacked out. N-not because of her punch.. but.. because.. of.. the heat? Yep, the heat.

When I woke up, I could hear rehearsal going on, we were already at the mansion that we were going to use for Europe. Great, I was blacked out on the plane ride here, awesome. I could hear muffled voices, Max's.. and.. the other guys in my band? I walked down the stairs and into the basement; well after I got a glass of water of course. I could hear Max laughing, which sounded soft and lady-like and cu- I don't use the word cute. On anyone. Ever. It wasn't cute, it was.. it was.. charming..? Well whatever, but I could hear Iggy talking, most likely something funny considering that almost everyone was laughing. I think the girl named Angel, the one with blue eyes and blonde curls, was the first to notice me. "Hey! Looks like Fang's up!" My friends went up to greet me, beside the girls who just began talking by themselves. Were they holding a grudge on me because of what I said to Max? But.. I was the one to get hurt. I couldn't help it, my snarky self got the best of me.

"Hey, pro wrestler, still eating those chips? You're gonna get fatter than you actually are." I gave a smirk, but I was prepared to duck if she was gonna swing something at me, like, I don't know.. her fist? She turned around, her eyes narrowed with a challenging glint in her eyes. She looked cu-.. hot, angry. But she did something I thought any girl would never do. Especially in front of their idol, me. You know how when you comment on a girl being fat, she will either a) slap me, b) drop the chips and run away crying, or c) throw the bag of chips away and check herself on the scale and mirror. But apparently there was a d), tai the bag and dump the rest of the chips in your mouth and then kick me where the sun doesn't shine. Well, for the people who can't accomplish anything on their own, she went with d). Of course, I doubled over in pain, I think she really is a pro wrestler, one with a killer kick. I think she killed Fang Jr. , may he live well limp. Forever. I've got to admit, she's a cockblock. Feisty, mean, and all the ready. But she's just the type I want. Other girls are way to easy. Max'll be a project, a long one.

Max's Point of View

My band, Dakota, decided on our song, 'Marilyn Monroe' tonight. Ella was on keyboard and Nudge was on drums this time. I was still singing as lead and we decided Angel could put in a guitar solo as the end. We were doing a remake of the song, so we added the guitar solo and an echo. We were preforming first and then Breakdown, ugh. I hate that 'Fang' already. What kinda name was that? Fang? Stupid if you ask me. But whatever, it's none of my business.

[Italics = Max, Bold = Angel - Echo]

I can be selfish, selfish

You're so impatient.

Sometimes I feel like Marilyn Monroe, oh.

I'm insecure, yeah, I make mistakes.

Sometimes I feel like I'm at the end of the road.

Like I'm at the end of the road.

I can get low, I can get low.

Don't know which way is up,

Yeah, I can get high, I can get high, high.

Like I could never come down, yeah.

Call me cursed,

Or just call me blessed,

If you can't handle my worst,

You ain't gettin' my best,

Is this how Marilyn Monroe

felt, felt, felt, felt?

Must be how Marilyn Monroe

felt, felt, felt, felt.

The song went by in a blur, one minute I was hopping around the stage, enjoying my fans and you know, just breathing in the music. The next, I was announcing Breakdown's turn. But I've got to admit, they were pretty good. And then afterwards, we were doing an encore, a mash-up of their song and Marilyn Monroe. But I could faintly hear Fang's voice and the lyrics over the crowds roar.

She turned me on,

but now I'm shakin'.

She shoots it in,

And I keep takin'.

But they don't see,

she's down with me tonight.

Time to push off.

Iggy and Fang's voice collided, honestly, it was in sync yet far apart from sync, it was amazing. Just.. amazing.

She's such a rush,

She's such a crush,

She's one in a million,

She's such a rush,

Can't get enough,

She's pumping' through my veins.

She's too fun to be,

So gone with me,

Too good to be true,

to me.

She's over my head,

she's all I need.

I'm so strung out,

She's out of my league.

They don't see,

she's down with me tonight.

It's time to push off,

Time to push off.

She's such a rush,

she's such a crush,

she's one in a million,

she's such a rush,

can't get enough,

she's pumpin' through my veins.

She's too fun to be,

So gone with me,

Too good to be true,

to me.

Although the song was amazing, that's all I heard before the crowd roared louder when Fang swept a hand down for a fan. Mental scoff. He's such a kiss-up. Although, tonight seemed like a success. And I must admit, it was really fun, like, so-fun-you'd-want-to-do-it-again-if-it-wasn't-for-your-throat. Maybe, hopefully, this trip wouldn't be so bad.