Chapter 4
"Ready to go?"
"Yep." Buffy pulled her jean jacket on and tied back her hair. Bags were under her eyes. Neither had slept after the nightmare. Spike too had been frightened. He had no idea how dangerous Willow had gotten. Buffy tossed him his beat up blanket and he sprinted out to the car and slid inside.
He took a moment to bat out the fire that one of his hands had caught on then started the car.
"It's not far from here." Buffy said from memory.
"Do you want breakfast?" She shook her head.
"I'm not hungry."
"We should talk about last night Buffy. Something happened."
"I don't want to." she shivered. "I just want to forget it."
"You won't. I know you. This is serious. If you have a problem with Willow then confront her. I'll back you up. But I can't let you live like this, in fear."
"You can't? YOU can't? Whatever Spike." She crossed her arms and scrunched up into a ball. After a minute she turned back. "How do you think I feel? Every time I try to talk to her I'm afraid. And these nightmares. She committed the worst crime in the world."
"She knows now Buffy. She wants to fix it. She's not bad deep inside. She's just in love with power." He said firmly. "And that's why you have to confront her."
"Park here. There's the studio." He pulled the car up and they sprinted inside the building. The receptionist looked up at them warily and raised her brow. Spike clenched his jaw and rolled the blanket up into a ball.
"We are here to see Mr Striker."
"Names?"
"Buffy and Spike."
"He'll be out momentarily." she gestured to some seats and they sat down.
"So you made it! Great! Why don't you come with me." Mr Striker ushered them down a hall into a booth. "What I'm gonna have you do is sing. Each of you sing. Doesn't matter what. We just want to get an estimate of your talents.
"Ok." Spike pulled a copy of his lyrics from his pocket and Buffy surprised him with some of her own. He cocked his head to look at her and she grinned.
"Buffy, why don't you sing doll babe?" Joe said from an outside booth. She nodded and with shaking hands started singing.
"\\I want to find a future
That suits my past
I want to find a dream
I can hold onto at last//
Chorus:
\\I can be the girl you see
But so much is different inside of me
Please, I'm not asking you to worry
I'll be fine
If I can win, one last time//
\\Could you be the one to hold me tonight?
If I cold just stay on my feet..
I'm not sure I'll make it to the light
As I make it down this one way street//
\\Did you know little girls can have destinies
Mapped out in the stars?
Did you know little girls could have so many scars?
I'm not asking for answers. Because the questions I can't find//
\\Someone tell me I deserve
An end to this endless night
Someone tell me what I'm doing
Makes any difference in the fight//
\\I can be the girl you see
But so much is different inside of me
Please, I'm not asking you to worry
I'll be fine
If I can win, one last time//
\\Don't mind my rambling
Don't mind my tears
It's just that I've been a Slayer
All these years
So Mom coming home
Wait for me//
\\Please, I'm not asking you to worry
I'll be fine
If I can win, one last time//
Spike listened to Buffy in shock. She had a talent for writing songs also. And he could feel the pain in her voice. She gestured for him to go to the microphone while she composed herself. Joe gave them a thumbs up and Spike began to sing his song.
When they were done Joe entered the booth with a devilish grin on his face. "Marvelous! You guys are great. You are exactly what I am looking for. I'll have Don get to work on some beats."
"So you really want us?"
"Like I said, you're exactly what I've been looking for. Ready to sign? I can have a band up and running to cut the album in a week. It could be out in 6 months and you could be stars in a year." Buffy looked at Spike. She signaled to the door.
"Can we discuss this?"
"Sure, take your time." Buffy and spike left the booth and walked down the hallway.
"He's creepy. He's really persistent." Buffy said. Spike shrugged.
"I think that's how they all are. They only care about money."
"Which is why this is dangerous."
"I think it's good. That way he's honest. The best will make him money and we're the best."
"No. I'm not the best." Buffy shook her head.
"I have to admit Buffy, that I felt something in there. I think you did too. I went to another level. And I wasn't this doomed and tortured vampire. I was this guy, sending out a simple message."
"I…I know how you feel. It was like the other day. Singing all that stuff. I didn't want people to hear it, yet I did, and I felt better after they knew."
"We can do this. I feel it in my bones Buffy. This is right. Please. Can we do this?" He stopped and took her hand. He looked her in the eyes.
"What about Slaying? It's my destiny."
"Damn destiny! Damn it to hell. You've lived two lives already. As far as I'm concerned you down owe anybody anything anymore. Not even the Gods above."
"Let's do it Spike."
"Ready to go?"
"Yep." Buffy pulled her jean jacket on and tied back her hair. Bags were under her eyes. Neither had slept after the nightmare. Spike too had been frightened. He had no idea how dangerous Willow had gotten. Buffy tossed him his beat up blanket and he sprinted out to the car and slid inside.
He took a moment to bat out the fire that one of his hands had caught on then started the car.
"It's not far from here." Buffy said from memory.
"Do you want breakfast?" She shook her head.
"I'm not hungry."
"We should talk about last night Buffy. Something happened."
"I don't want to." she shivered. "I just want to forget it."
"You won't. I know you. This is serious. If you have a problem with Willow then confront her. I'll back you up. But I can't let you live like this, in fear."
"You can't? YOU can't? Whatever Spike." She crossed her arms and scrunched up into a ball. After a minute she turned back. "How do you think I feel? Every time I try to talk to her I'm afraid. And these nightmares. She committed the worst crime in the world."
"She knows now Buffy. She wants to fix it. She's not bad deep inside. She's just in love with power." He said firmly. "And that's why you have to confront her."
"Park here. There's the studio." He pulled the car up and they sprinted inside the building. The receptionist looked up at them warily and raised her brow. Spike clenched his jaw and rolled the blanket up into a ball.
"We are here to see Mr Striker."
"Names?"
"Buffy and Spike."
"He'll be out momentarily." she gestured to some seats and they sat down.
"So you made it! Great! Why don't you come with me." Mr Striker ushered them down a hall into a booth. "What I'm gonna have you do is sing. Each of you sing. Doesn't matter what. We just want to get an estimate of your talents.
"Ok." Spike pulled a copy of his lyrics from his pocket and Buffy surprised him with some of her own. He cocked his head to look at her and she grinned.
"Buffy, why don't you sing doll babe?" Joe said from an outside booth. She nodded and with shaking hands started singing.
"\\I want to find a future
That suits my past
I want to find a dream
I can hold onto at last//
Chorus:
\\I can be the girl you see
But so much is different inside of me
Please, I'm not asking you to worry
I'll be fine
If I can win, one last time//
\\Could you be the one to hold me tonight?
If I cold just stay on my feet..
I'm not sure I'll make it to the light
As I make it down this one way street//
\\Did you know little girls can have destinies
Mapped out in the stars?
Did you know little girls could have so many scars?
I'm not asking for answers. Because the questions I can't find//
\\Someone tell me I deserve
An end to this endless night
Someone tell me what I'm doing
Makes any difference in the fight//
\\I can be the girl you see
But so much is different inside of me
Please, I'm not asking you to worry
I'll be fine
If I can win, one last time//
\\Don't mind my rambling
Don't mind my tears
It's just that I've been a Slayer
All these years
So Mom coming home
Wait for me//
\\Please, I'm not asking you to worry
I'll be fine
If I can win, one last time//
Spike listened to Buffy in shock. She had a talent for writing songs also. And he could feel the pain in her voice. She gestured for him to go to the microphone while she composed herself. Joe gave them a thumbs up and Spike began to sing his song.
When they were done Joe entered the booth with a devilish grin on his face. "Marvelous! You guys are great. You are exactly what I am looking for. I'll have Don get to work on some beats."
"So you really want us?"
"Like I said, you're exactly what I've been looking for. Ready to sign? I can have a band up and running to cut the album in a week. It could be out in 6 months and you could be stars in a year." Buffy looked at Spike. She signaled to the door.
"Can we discuss this?"
"Sure, take your time." Buffy and spike left the booth and walked down the hallway.
"He's creepy. He's really persistent." Buffy said. Spike shrugged.
"I think that's how they all are. They only care about money."
"Which is why this is dangerous."
"I think it's good. That way he's honest. The best will make him money and we're the best."
"No. I'm not the best." Buffy shook her head.
"I have to admit Buffy, that I felt something in there. I think you did too. I went to another level. And I wasn't this doomed and tortured vampire. I was this guy, sending out a simple message."
"I…I know how you feel. It was like the other day. Singing all that stuff. I didn't want people to hear it, yet I did, and I felt better after they knew."
"We can do this. I feel it in my bones Buffy. This is right. Please. Can we do this?" He stopped and took her hand. He looked her in the eyes.
"What about Slaying? It's my destiny."
"Damn destiny! Damn it to hell. You've lived two lives already. As far as I'm concerned you down owe anybody anything anymore. Not even the Gods above."
"Let's do it Spike."
