"I can't believe your making me do this...again", Angel growled.

"Look we need to know what you saw, and the only way around that is if you sing, now get your but up on that stage", Doyle shoved at Angel.

Angel moved forward, slowly dragging his feet behind him. Cursing them all under his breath, he got up onto the stage and made himself comfy on the chair. The music began to ring through his head, what a choice definitely not one of his own. He put the mic to his lips and began to murmur the words which appeared on the screen.

"Love me tender, love me sweet, never let me go. You have made my life complete, and I love you so...".

Doyle could supress his laughter no longer and burst into fits of hysteria. Harmony stood beside Lorne who at that moment was gripping the sides of his head in pain.

"Why do you guys always put me through this?", Lorne gritted his teeth.

Tears were now running down Doyle's face, Harmony swung her arm around and belted him in the stomach.

"Shut up Doyle".

Doyle pouted, and looked at her with big puppy dog eyes.

"It's not working Doyle", she looked away from him.

"Yes it is", he smiled.

"S'not"

"Is"

"Not"

"Is, is!"

"Not...".

Lorne turned away from the stage he couldn't watch any more. The king's reputation had just dropped to the pits of hell and back.

"I haven't seen something this stiff since woodstock!", Lorne ordered himself another sea breeze.

Harmony turned around and began drinking her blood, Doyle kept peeking back at the stage and giggling to himself at the big goof on the stage. Spike came bolting through the door's of caritas, but halted in his tracks to hold his head in pain.

"Bloody hell!"

"Hey Spike", Harmony smiled.

"What's he trying to do, make us all tone deaf?!", Spike cringed.

"Uh, no...well not intentionally"

"I need you guys to come back to Wolfram and Hart. Now"

"Why?"

"I...I have a situation"

"Can't it wait?"

"N..no it bloody can't the things there on its own"

"The thing?", Harmony raised an eyebrow.

"Sure it's not a woman, you can't handle Spike?", Doyle scoffed.

Spike glaired at him.

"Look stop bollixing around and move"

"All right, calm down", Harmony moved to the back and lifted Angel's, Doyle's and her own coat.

She'd timed it well because Angel was beginning to get booed off the stage. She waved to him. He bolted down off the stage and to the bar.

"I hate you. I hate you all", he growled.

"We need to go, theres a thing at the offices that Spike can't handle"

"A thing?", Angel panted whilst throwing his coat on.

"Yeah, a thing. Come on", Harmony moved to Lorne as the others made their way out.

"Lorne, you do your mind working thing and find out what's in Angel's head and call me in the morning", Harmony noticed he wasn't listening.

"Lorne!"

"What?", he turned around startled.

Harmony looked over his shoulder and saw a tall man, with dark hair, and deep brown eyes smiling at Lorne.

"Oh I get it, you like him right?"

"Shh, will you shut up. Jeeze, you'd give a guy away"

"I said, figure out whats in Angel's head and tell me tomorrow, ok?"

"Sure, sure. Now go before my bar get's wrecked again".

Harmony smiled and headed out the door. Angel sat in the back with Doyle, while Spike sat in the passenger seat, almost quivering. Harmony got into her car and set them off back to Wolfram and Hart.