Hey guys! So I've been wanting to do a story with songs in it for a while and I thought, why not an MR story? I hope you guys like it and it's not going to be like Victorious I promise. Even if Avan Jogia looks like Fang.

Anyways, this is a collaboration with Little Miss Writer's Block (who currently has no stories) and is my sister. So, yeah. Well, now she says she is going to write a fanfic with poems. Go check it out! (Warning: it may have spelling mistakes. Like a lot of them.)

DISCLAIMER: Unfortunately, neither I nor Little Miss Writer's Block own Maximum Ride. Although that would be a great Christmas present. Just saying.

Enjoy!

Walking through downtown Austin, you see a lot of weird things. In fact, the city's motto is "Keep Austin Weird". How – for the lack of a better word – weird is that?

Back on track. As I was saying, you get so many weird things in downtown Austin that it really won't come as a surprise to you if you find a flyer for a performing arts school from a clown in a funeral dress.

Yeah. I told you Austin was weird.

I picked up the flyer. "Do you think we could get in if we tried?" I asked Nudge. She nodded enthusiastically.

"Yeah! OMG Max we could so totally get in! I would sing or play guitar and you could sing too! Gosh, do you play an instrument? Because I think it would be, like, so cool if we could audition together! I mean, I've been taking guitar lessons since I was nine and I know you can play piano but – "she was cut off by my hand wrapping around her mouth.

"You asked me if I played an instrument, and then continued on to point out that I did, in fact, play piano. You are officially crazy."

She glared at me. "Yoomphduhtmph!" she said indignantly. I shot her a puzzled look.

After prying my hand off her kisser, she said, "you do it too!"

Oh. Apparently, I'm a hypocrite now. "Whatever. So the auditions are in two days at the place. They start at ten. We have to have a song of our choice prepared, plus at least sixteen bars of a Broadway musical. Well, that's for the singing part," I read off the paper.

"Ooh! I am totally going to pick something off Taylor Swift's newest album to sing! What do you think, I Knew You Were Trouble or The Lucky One? I'm not sure, but I think I know what I'm going to sing for the Broadway song. What about you?" she rattled off.

"Eh. Maybe I'll break out some Guys & Dolls, like we did at school last year. But for the normal song, it'll probably be Smooth Criminal or Concrete Angel or something like that," I said, half to myself.

"Ooh! You should totally sing Concrete Angel and play piano along with it. That would sound amazing!" Nudge squealed a bit.

"You think anyone at school would believe if I made it?" I asked her. I suppose I would be the loner girl of my school. Nudge was my only friend, but she went to a private school across town. I sat alone at lunch and was hostile to practically anyone who tried to get my walls down.

"I doubt it. They don't know anything about you, do they? I think they'll be surprised, especially that one girl you're always insulting – Lissa, right? – oh yeah and then you can be all like – Ohhh girl, you just got pitch-slapped!" Oh, Nudge. She always made me laugh.

We continued walking down the street, talking about the auditions and laughing about people's reactions.

*~!O!~*

Saturday Morning, 10 A.M.

Eventually we settled on what songs we'd sing, and we'd actually decided to do a duet for the Broadway song. It's a beautiful song.

"Monique Williams and Maximum Martinez!" the judges called. I gulped nervously and set down the water bottle I had brought with me. We walked up the stairs onto the stage.

"You are singing a duet for the Broadway song, correct?" the woman asked. She was the principal. I think her name was Mrs. Talle or something like that.

"Yes, ma'am." Thank God, Nudge is here to answer for me when I'm nervous.

"Okay. Please proceed, then," she said. I walked over to a keyboard with a mike stand next to it, while Nudge picked up a cordless mike and went to the other side of the stage.

I played a scale first to warm up my fingers. Then I struck the first chord with my left hand, fingers splayed over the keys.

(Max, Nudge, both)

There are secrets on a leaf,
in the water, in the air,
Hidden planets, tiny worlds,
all invisible!
Not a person seems to know.
Not a person seems to care.
There is no one who believes a thing I say...

Well, I'm fairly certain
At one time or other,
Great thinkers all feel this way!

I'm alone in the universe.
So alone in the universe.
I've found magic but they don't see it

they all call me a lunatic.
Ok, call me a lunatic.
If I stand on my own, so be it.

'Cause I have wings.
Yes, I can fly
Around the moon
And far beyond the sky
And one day soon
I know there you'll be
One small voice in the universe
One true friend in the universe

Who believes in me...

I'm alone in the universe.
So alone in the universe.
My own planets and stars
are glowing.
Alone in the universe
No one notices anything.

Not one person is listening.
They don't have any way of knowing.
Nobody knows that
I have wings
I have wings.
Yes, I can fly
I can fly
around the moon
and far
Beyond the sky

Beyond the sky

well someday soon
You will hear my plea

One small voice in the universe

One true friend in the universe

Please believe in me...

I hit the last chord before the characters would go into their monologue in the musical. Looking up, I saw the judges were all whispering to each other.

"Thank you," Mrs. Talle said. "Monique? Would you please go into the wings while Maximum sings her personal song?" Nudge quickly nodded and walked off.

"What will you be singing, Maximum?"

"50 Ways To Say Goodbye by Train. And please, call me Max." they nodded and motioned for me to begin.

My heart is paralyzed
My head was oversized
I'll take the high road like I should
You said it's meant to be
That it's not you, it's me
You're leaving now for my own good

That's cool, but if my friends ask where you are I'm gonna say

She went down in an airplane
Fried getting suntanned
Fell in a cement mixer full of quicksand
Help me, help me, I'm no good at goodbyes!
She met a shark under water
Fell and no one caught her
I returned everything I ever bought her
Help me, help me, I'm all out of lies
And ways to say you died

My pride still feels the sting
You were my everything
Some day I'll find a love like yours (a love like yours)
She'll think I'm Superman
Not super minivan
How could you leave on Yom Kippur?

That's cool, but if my friends ask where you are I'm gonna say

She was caught in a mudslide
Eaten by a lion
Got run over by a crappy purple Scion
Help me, help me, I'm no good at goodbyes!
She dried up in the desert
Drowned in a hot tub
Danced to death at an east side night club
Help me, help me, I'm all out of lies
And ways to say you died

I wanna live a thousand lives with you
I wanna be the one you're dying to love...
But you don't want to

That's cool, but if my friends ask where you are I'm gonna say
That's cool, but if my friends ask where you are I'm gonna say

She went down in an airplane
Fried getting suntanned
Fell in a cement mixer full of quicksand
Help me, help me, I'm no good at goodbyes!
She met a shark under water
Fell and no one caught her
I returned everything I ever bought her
Help me, help me, I'm all out of lies

She was caught in a mudslide
Eaten by a lion
Got run over by a crappy purple Scion
Help me, help me, I'm no good at goodbyes!
She dried up in the desert
Drowned in a hot tub
Danced to death at an east side night club
Help me, help me, I'm all out of lies
And ways to say you died

I finished strongly, if I do say so myself. That song is so funny!

"Thank you. Now will Miss Monique come back out here?" I nodded and Nudge came back out on stage. She looked really nice. Her mocha-colored skin was practically glowing with excitement and her brown curls were pulled back in a ponytail.

Watching from the wings, I saw her tell the judges what she was going to sing. It was some Taylor Swift song that I probably had heard before but wasn't paying attention to.

Once upon a time,

A few mistakes ago

I was in your sights,

You got me alone

You found me,

You found me

You found me-e-e-e-e

I guess you didn't care

And I guess I liked that

And when I fell hard,

You took a step back

Without me,

Without me

Without me-e-e-e-e
and he's long gone

When he's next to me

And I realize,

The blame is on me

Cause I knew you were trouble when you walked in

So shame on me now,

Flew me to places I'd never been

Till you put me down

Oh, I knew you were trouble when you walked in

So shame on me now,

Flew me to places I'd never been

Now I'm lying on the cold hard ground
Oh, oh, trouble, trouble, trouble

Oh, oh, trouble, trouble, trouble
No apologies,

He'll never see you cry

Pretends he doesn't know

That he's the reason why

You're drowning,

You're drowning

You're drowning-ing-ing-ing

And I heard you moved on

From whispers on the street

A new notch in your belt

Is all I'll ever be

Now I see,

Now I see

Now I see-e-e-e-e
[From: . ]

And he was long gone

When he met me

And I realize,

The blame is on me
Cause I knew you were trouble

When you walked in

So shame on me now,

Flew me to places I'd never been

Till you put me down

Oh, I knew you were trouble

When you walked in

So shame on me now,

Flew me to places I'd never been

Now I'm lying on the cold hard ground
Oh, Oh, trouble, trouble, trouble

Oh, Oh, trouble, trouble, trouble
And the saddest fear

Comes creeping in

That you never loved me

Or her or anyone or anything

Yeah
I knew you were trouble

When you walked in

So shame on me now,

Flew me to places I'd never been

Till you put me down

Oh, I knew you were trouble

When you walked in

So shame on me now,

Flew me to places

I'd never been

Now I'm lying on the cold hard ground
Oh, Oh, trouble, trouble, trouble

Oh, Oh, trouble, trouble, trouble
I knew you were trouble

When you walked in

Trouble, trouble, trouble

I knew you were trouble

With you walked in

Trouble, trouble, trouble

She finished breathless but smiling. As she walked off the stage, I caught up to her and congratulated her.

"Does that mean we can go now? I have a TON of homework, especially from Mrs. Seiler. That lady gives us more homework than anyone, I swear!" is all she said.

As we walked out some guy with reddish-blond hair was playing a guitar and singing Billionaire along with it. He was pretty good.

Nudge and I both dropped a dollar in his guitar case. He looked up and smiled at us, silently thanking us as he kept on singing.

"That guy was cute," Nudge said as we walked out. I looked at her strangely.

"If you say so," I said, shrugging it off. Sometimes I seriously question her taste in boys. I mean, if she really even looked at that guy she would see his… wait, there's actually not anything wrong with his looks. I guess he's just not my type. I go for more of the tall, dark, and handsome type. Contemplating this, I wasn't really paying attention and I bumped into someone and their coffee spilt all over my shirt.

"hey, you dumb b***h! watch where you're going," a nasally voice declared. I lokked up expecting to see some blonde bimbo. But to my surprise, I saw a flash of red hair before the girl straightened up and gasped before – what do you know? – insulting me yet again.

"Oh. My god. It's the talentless freak! At auditions for a performing arts school, no less! Tell me freak, what do you think you're doing here?" the ginger asked. Now that I was up off the ground, I recognized her. Lissa.

Who else?


Thanks for reading! We're on Thanksgiving break now where I live so I'll probably be updating this over the course of the week. Not all of the chapters for this story will be as long as this chapter was, but I will give it my best.

I will most likely update only on the weekends because my week is packed full with homework and other stuff, but as I said - we have this week off.

The first person to tell me what musical the first song came from gets to send an OC in! They will be included as soon as possible.

Vale, mi amigos!

Sylvia N.