Title: Spike and I Are In a Band
By :PNS
Summary: Spike and Buffy are offered a singing contract after Once More With Feeling, but will they dare leave Sunnydale?
Prologue
"You're the one." the door to Spike's crypt opened abruptly and he jumped away from the stream of light.
"What the hell do you think you're doing busting in here?" Spike growled getting off the slab of concrete. "Can't a guy get a good day's rest around here?"
"Where's the girl?"
"Who?"
"Look I'm Joe Striker and I'm a talent agent. I was passing through last night and I heard you and that girl singing in the alley by the Bronze. I had just booked a new band. I've been searching for you guys everywhere! You're great! I just loved you." The dyed blond man took his shades off and grabbed Spike's hand in an enthusiastic shake.
"You mean during that whole singing craze? What's so special bout us?" Spike asked suspiciously. He pulled a cigarette from his coat pocket.
"The chemistry! And I must say you have that look. Dark, dangerous, and that girl. The perfect pop star."
"Don't think she'll be interested." Spike frowned. "In fact I'm not either. See you later."
"But you'll be famous. Rich. Don't tell me you don't want those things."
"Rich eh?" Spike scratched his chin. How long had it been since his belly had been full? Since he had bought himself a new pair of underwear? If he wanted to get the Slayer he had to do it right."
"Would would this singing thing entail?" The man whipped out a briefcase.
"You just wait!"
By :PNS
Summary: Spike and Buffy are offered a singing contract after Once More With Feeling, but will they dare leave Sunnydale?
Prologue
"You're the one." the door to Spike's crypt opened abruptly and he jumped away from the stream of light.
"What the hell do you think you're doing busting in here?" Spike growled getting off the slab of concrete. "Can't a guy get a good day's rest around here?"
"Where's the girl?"
"Who?"
"Look I'm Joe Striker and I'm a talent agent. I was passing through last night and I heard you and that girl singing in the alley by the Bronze. I had just booked a new band. I've been searching for you guys everywhere! You're great! I just loved you." The dyed blond man took his shades off and grabbed Spike's hand in an enthusiastic shake.
"You mean during that whole singing craze? What's so special bout us?" Spike asked suspiciously. He pulled a cigarette from his coat pocket.
"The chemistry! And I must say you have that look. Dark, dangerous, and that girl. The perfect pop star."
"Don't think she'll be interested." Spike frowned. "In fact I'm not either. See you later."
"But you'll be famous. Rich. Don't tell me you don't want those things."
"Rich eh?" Spike scratched his chin. How long had it been since his belly had been full? Since he had bought himself a new pair of underwear? If he wanted to get the Slayer he had to do it right."
"Would would this singing thing entail?" The man whipped out a briefcase.
"You just wait!"
