Disclaimer: I think we all know that I don't own anything. Some Hearts is Carried Underwood's, not mine again.
"I've never been the kind that you'd call lucky
Always stumbling' around in circles
But I must have stumbled into something
Look at me
Am I really alone with you
I wake up feeling like my life's worth living
Can't recall when I last felt that way
Guess it must be all this love you're giving
Never knew never knew it could be like this
But I guess
Some hearts
They just get all the right breaks
Some hearts have the stars on their side
Some hearts,
They just have it so easy
Some hearts just get lucky sometimes
Some hearts just get lucky, lucky sometimes"
The beautiful singer's lips closed on the final note and the scene faded
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"So, what do we have?" Catherine Willows asked as she walked up to the detective.
"Male, 28 years, and apparently part of the band playing tonight. The stage crashed in the middle of the song, part of it impaling the guy," answered Brass, "David's checking the body right now."
"Alright, who wants to take on the rest of the band members?" asked Grissom.
"I'll do it," offered Greg.
Grissom nodded and the youngest CSI walked off to where Vega stood with four other people.
"What happened David?" asked Sara as she nealt down next to David and the body.
The guy looked young, with short dark brown almost black hair, through his forehead was a wooden bar, pointed at the end and splintered at the back.
"You thinkin this is an accident?" asked David.
"I'm thinkin' murder."
"Wow, don't do that, that's Grissom's thing."
Sara smiled her gap-toothed smile and said, " I know but he's not around here so I filled in for him."
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Back with Greg, there were three males and one female, whom was in tears. He started over to the first male, a tall, very skinny red-head.
"Hi, my name is Greg Sanders, i work for the Crime Lab. May I ask you a few questions?"
The guy nodded and stuck out his hand, "Scooter Marshall, I play rhythmn guitar."
Greg nodded and made a few notes, "Did you see anything suspicious around the stage before or even during your perfomance."
Scooter shook his head, "I was so into the music that I wasn't paying attention to anything but the energy of the audience."
"Thanks. And you are?" Greg moved on to the next male, who had full tatooed sleeve on both arms and a bar through his nose. (A/N: I totally blanked out on what it was called.) His eyes were dark and seemed to be full of anger that was waiting to spill out on anyone at any moment and Greg hoped that moment wasn't now.
"Chuck Almers, I play lead guitar, and n,o before you ask again, did i see anything out of the ordinary."
"Er...thanks, and you?"
The last male was kind of chubby, holding a few pounds of baby fat, just rounding out his face slightly. He was the one out the four that was Hispanic.
"Maxt Garcia, Bass, and no."
wow, man of few words, thought Greg as he turned to the only female, who was wrapped in the arms of Maxt.
And man was she the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen walk the planet. She was below average height for most women, but slender and supple. Her skin was the perfect hue of tan that can only attained from laying out in the sun everyday for a couple of hours. Her hair was a rich honey color and hung down to her bellybutton, which was pierced of course as he could tell through her tight t-shirt. Her eyes were a shocking green that had everyone look at her more than once to make sure she was real. Full lower lip was drawn inwards by straight white teeth, nibbling on the pink flesh. Small freckles dotted across her nose and cheeks adding in a tint of cuteness to her overall sexiness.
"I'm Jayde Iono, the Singer."
A/N: end of chapter one, so didja like it, please review and I'll give you a BIG hug and an even larger cookie