the water goes back into the barrels. The song finishes up and I glance back at the boys. “Mind if she talks?”
“Nope.”
“Cool,” I say. I can feel their eyes drilling into the back of my head for some reason. “Well, as most of you have probably guessed, I am a super,” I say over the mic. “In fact, I go to a special school just for kids like me--my new friend, here, is one as well. What did you think of her little show?” They start cheering and I crouch down on the end of the stage, motioning for Malina. “Why don’t you talk to the people?” I say.
She blushes but heads for the held out mic, taking it hesitantly. “Hi, everyone,” she says, only to frown and jump onto the stage. “Sorry, I’m new to talking in front of crowds. I would introduce myself, but I haven’t officially debuted, yet. But I CAN tell you I’m a student at Cape High. I’m also a little person--I’m sixteen years old,” she says. I’m a bit surprised, actually, I had her pegged at fourteen or fifteen. “So of all people, I should know what it means to not fit in. Um--even up here I can’t see everyone, so give me a second,” she says, waving a hand at the nearest barrel of water. A stream of dark blue water comes out and she steps onto it, floating above the stage next to me. “Hi,” she says, waving at everyone. “I’m from Cape High. It’s a school for teenagers with super powers. There aren’t many of us out there, you know? But there are some. One of them might even go to your school, or your church, or even be here at this concert, and you will never know.”
“Hear hear!” a familiar voice says from the back of the crowd. “You’re exactly right, raindrop,” Max says as he floats up above the crowd. “One might be here at this very concert.”
The look of shock on Malina’s face has to mirror mine--nobody said Max would show up today! What the heck is going on? “What are you doing here, Maximum?” I ask, not bothering with the mic.
“I heard you had Divine Justice here,” he says, “but I’ve changed my mind. Hello, little raindrop,” he says, flying to the stage and floating right in front of Malina. “I have a business proposition!”
“No thank you,” Malina says politely.
“Hey, now, listen to the full proposal before turning me down--don’t you guys think she should listen?” he asks the crowd. He gets a mixed response. “Listen to--that one, that one and that one,” he tells Malina, pointing to the ones that said yes.
“Okay, fine, what’s your business proposal?” she asks, looking at me as if I can help. I could--but I sort of want to hear what he’s come up with.
“I am thinking of starting a Hall of EVIL, or maybe a Corridor of Chaos! Or maybe even a Boudoir of Burglary!” Max says, “I’m still working on the name, really.”
“No thank you,” Malina says bluntly.
“I haven’t finished!” Max complains. “I’m going to give Dragon the North Hall, Cold Steel the East Hall, and you, little raindrop, can have the West Hall!”
“No thank you. I'm not a big fan of the desert,” she says.
“Okay, I’m open--I’ll give you East and give Cold Steel West.”
“You ARE evil!” she proclaims, sounding shocked.
“Of course I am! Wait, what for?”
“He would give everyone really bad sunburns!” she says. "We get enough complaints in Central!"
The crowd is starting to giggle at this. It’s how earnest Malina sounds when she says that. Even I feel a little grin pulling at my lips.
“So I should give him North?” Max asks thoughtfully.
“That would be even worse,” she says. “The sun reflects off of the snow, and then it would reflect off of him!”
“Okay, fine, I’ll fire Cold Steel and give West to my girlfriend, and East to you!”
“Stop trying to drag my companions to the dark side!” Emily yells, appearing on top of the massive speaker next to the stage. She’s got the perfect “Star Spangled” pose going on. I swear they