Chapter 1
"Buffy! Would you just listen? I think that it's a great idea!"
"It's ridiculous. First I don't sing, unless under a spell. And second we could never work together. And third I have my Slayer duties."
"Ok fine. First you do sing, maybe not usually, second we are working together now and third…have you been happy since you came back? Can you say more slaying is what you need?" Buffy flashed an angry grimace at him, knowing it was true. "We already are in a band love. Remember. 'spike and I are in a band, I play the drums, hell on the old skins?'"
"Shut up! That was a cover up!"
"And it has great potential. Think of it! All your money problems will be over Buffy. You could get out of Sunnydale. The old gang has it under control. They were fine when you were dead." Spike hated saying it to her, it sounded cruel but he truly believed they could do this. He heard her sing. She wasn't the best, but by far she was better than that cheap slut Britney.
"Who gave you this dumb idea anyway? This is dumb, even for you."
"This guy, a talent agent, Joe Striker." Spike pulled the business card out of his pocket as Buffy slowed long enough to take it. She examined it, folding it over in her hand, in contemplation. She seemed close to seeing his point then should her head as if to argue.
"No. I can't. I mean we don't play instruments. And neither of us can write songs-"
"Hey, who's to say I can't? You just assume things. I was a poet before."
"A poet?" She muffled a giggle. "God I can just imagine it!"
"Shut up!" He snarled, morphing. "Look, I'm not asking you to agree right now, just say you'll meet him." Buffy rolled her eyes, but he could see a smile, pursed on her lips.
"Ok. I'll meet him."
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"What we are looking at here, is your standard contract. You both sign and depending upon your skills with instruments and your talent at writing you could do either."
"How binding would this be?"
"Two through 6 albums."
"I still don't get why you think we're so great." Buffy looked at the man critically. There was something artificial about him, but maybe that was just his Hollywood persona."
"Ok. I'll make you a deal. You come down to the studios in a couple days with a little material and we'll go from there. I'm gonna make you both stars." The man slid down his glasses and winked at them, handing them directions. "Trust me." He left the crypt whistling.
"God, what the hell have you gotten me into? I don't have time to go to LA!"
"Think of it as a vacation luv. Just you and me, and the open road."
"How am I going to explain this to the others? Am I insane?" Buffy grabbed at her hair in frustration, half believing that maybe she was a little insane. If it wasn't for the fact that she could earn herself and Dawn financial security she wouldn't even be considering it.