"Stretch you're falling behind by 6 notes. I just need ya to tighten it up a little," the voice piped though the speakers. "Omar you're electrics slightly out of tune and needs some adjusting"

Stretch, a skinny humanoid mouse with cheek length orange hair and green eyes nodded not before turning up his bass guitar. Omar, a red haired mouse with a shorter nose then stretch did the same. Behind the drum kit was a larger mouse with short cut brown hair and round glasses. Dizzy saw Omar finish the adjustments. In the past few months he had really managed to get a hold on his temper. Seeing a demon really puts the zap between your eyes. Dizzy thought resisting the urge to smile.

He then looked to the control booth. "How's this?" He inquired before playing a new notes.

Behind the glass and in the control room was one figure. Steely blue eyes looked into the recording booth as the figure smiled. Michael Riley was very much unlike them, in terms of looks and even genetics. He was Omar's height and build, wearing a dress blue shirt grey jeans. He was positioned just behind the control board. The human nodded giving the thumbs up.

"Great," he responded as he switched back to recording. "Send Love Though take 7... when you're ready"

"Ok just give us a minute" Omar said.

Angel, at cat hybrid with green eyes and shoulder length blonde hair, wearing a red jacket, black shirt and black skinny jeans stood behind the double stack keyboards. It was something Michael had set up just before the sessions for the album begun. She was Omar's former girlfriend after both spilt peacefully sometime after that faithfully concert 2 and a half months. Over a dozen sessions and only five tracks were recorded and in the can. Michael had become acquainted with Omar when the two met only 2 months ago. Michael was One of the lucky few humans that survived thanks to cryogenic sleep. Omar and he met while he was looking though a music store. It was not too long after that fateful concert when Mok summoned a demon using Angel's own voice, playing it like an instrument. The drugs that had been forced into her didn't help either. The very thought of being able to summon a creature from beyond this world with just her voice and a few notes left her shaken. There was an absorbent amount of power needed but it left her disturbed nevertheless.

"You ready Angel?" Dizzy called.

Angel looked around finally snapping back to reality. "Yeah, come in 30 seconds after me" she reminded them.

"Were hot and ready to go" Michael said from the control booth.

Angel cleared her throat and nodded. Please let this be the last take. She hoped. The vocal overdubs would be later. All they had to do was play the instrumental. She positioned her hands and began to play. The others quickly followed her lead. She had played it dozens of times, in various forms and even alone in her room. One of the performances led to her getting kidnapped by Mok, an egotistic madmad who had gone completely off the rails before she'd met him. First they tried to summon the demon at Nuke York (Once called New York) and that went disastrously ending up with a few people dead.

Mok had narrowly avoided responsibility by shifting all blame to the power company. Blood, people groaning in agony and screams returned to Angel. She tried shaking it off but it didn't do any good, it only intensified. Her playing became erratic and unfocused. Tears began running down her cheeks and dripped onto the keyboard. One by one everyone stopped playing except her. Suddenly the door to the control booth opened. Michael moved quickly behind her pulling her back. Angel pivoted burying her head in his chest before breaking down into tears. She wrapped her arms around him refusing to let go. Michael looked up at Omar mouthing a 'Sorry' to him. Omar already had a new girlfriend, a sweet but funny thing named Ellen so he really couldn't get angry.

Omar moved up to them and gave Michael a look of approve. "It's ok Angel just let it out" he soothed.

She shook her head. "I didn't mean to summon it. I didn't mean for them to get kill!" Angel said between sobs.

Everyone knew what she was talking about. Nearly a dozen were killed including Zip, Mok's henchmen who saw the bigger picture and sacrificed himself so Angel and Omar could banish the demon back.

Michael moved back to the wall using it for support. "It's not you're fault. Mok knew what he was doing and he wanted to drag as many people down with him because one of his last concert wasn't fully booked," Michael paused, realizing how stupid the reasoning was. "Jesus Christ what an idiot. Could've went out on the decent note and be remembered fondly but no he had to come up with the stupidest way possible to destroy his life"

Omar agreed with a mild chuckle. Dizzy and stretch could barely contain their laughter. Michael had seen some pretty dumb ways to screw up one's life. This somehow took the cake. Out of all of them this one just stood out like a sore thumb. Angel's began winding down. She slowly nodded her head in agreement. Pulling here head out of his chest she looked at him. Mascara ran down her cheeks as she saw his face. There wasn't an ounce of judgment in his eyes.

Omar then cleared his throat. "How about we call it for a few days," he said. "We've been working for three weeks straight and Warhol at her wits end"

Michael agreed full heartedly. "Yeah. I can at least mix the other tracks till we're ready" he replied.

Omar chuckled. Michael was a hard worker, if he was told to take a break he would find something to do work related whilst on said break. A moment past and the awkwardness hung over the room. Angel realized she was still gripping Michael. She looked into his eyes, her heart pounding in her chest as she slowly let go.

"T-thank you" she managed to say.

Michael warmly smiled. "No problem," he paused. "If you need anything just call" he told her.

"Of course" Angel nodded.

Michael smiled weakly. His heart pounding in his chest. He wasn't sure what else he could say. Stepping aside he moved back into the control booth to stopping recording. They all dispersed through the doorway. Dizzy to pool to blow off some stream. Stretch to the kitchen to get something to eat. Omar with Angel to help her clean up. Michael was last to leave the recording room after powering everything down. He exited the room into the large mansion. It used to be Mok's she fell to Toad who in turn gave it to Angel before disappearing to bury his own brother. Michael reached the long stairs to the first floor. Pausing he looked around. The upstairs and stair way was defined by a blood red carpet while the ground floor was a dark marble he hadn't seen in over 500 years. Descending the stairs Michael reached the bottom. The whole place just screamed 'Ego' which was a staple of Mok.

"See ya later Michael" Stretch called after him.

Michael waved and moved out the door. Reaching his bike he hoped on. Kicking the stand up he began pushing the peddles and moved graciously out of the driveway. Moving onto the road he began down the hill towards Ohmtown. Whistling to himself he could see the welcoming sign which lead into town. Ohm sweet Ohm. Michael thought as he passed the large sign.

Michael stopped infront of an apartment three stories tall. Rolling up to the bike rack he locked his transportation in. Moving up to the door he pulled out his key and unlocked the front door. Stepping inside he moved up the stairs. One he reached the second floor he began down the hall to his apartment. Reaching his door he saw a note on the door. Picking it off the door he felt his blood go cold.

"Oh that bastard!" He grunted kicking the door.

He had just been evicted. His stuff was now collateral because he missed rent once. There was 3 people in this building that were behind by 2 months and yet they were still not kicked. That cocksucking piece of shit! Turning around he began back too the stairwell. Shoving the note into his pocket he continued on towards the stairs. Reaching the ground floor he stepped though the doorway slamming the door behind him.

Dizzy moved to the door, knocking sounding like the door was going to fly off the hinges. He checked his watch. Jeez it's 9pm, He realized. At least it isn't midnight. Curiously Dizzy opened the door. Michael stood there looking exhausted and angry. Something wasn't right, Michael was usually well controlled with his emotions but now he looked to be on the verge of a freak out. Michael silently handed Dizzy a pice of paper.

Dizzy read it and looked horrified. "That's fucked up," he said, leading the human inside. "So everything got seized. This has to be illegal!"

Michael shrugged. "Didn't have too much to lose," he told him. "I just need a bed that isn't a park bench"

"Nobody will mind. Omar might lose it and give you're landlord a pounding" Dizzy said jokingly.

"I wish I had that in writing" Michael said.

He felt a tad better knowing Dizzy had his back. a pair of footsteps sounded from the top of the stairs. Both Dizzy and Michael looked too see Angel. She moved down the stairs. Michael took the piece of paper and handed it to Angel once she reached them. She read it and her blood went cold. She was at loss for words. Anger, dismay and various other emotions quickly washed over her like waves.

"If you need me I'll be in the booth" Michael said moving up the stairway.

Angel folded the paper. Once she heard the door close she placed it in her pocket. Dizzy moved towards the kitchen.

"I'm gonna grab him a drink. You want one?" Dizzy inquired.

Angel nodded. "Just water" she replied.

Angel then moved up the stairs towards the recording room. Evicted, she continued up the stairway. Quadhole wouldn't do anything since it's within the law so he's completely screwed. She reached the door and opened it. The rhythmic sounds of the keyboard set to organ filled the hallway. Angel stepped in closing the door behind her. She stepped in hearing the organ and Michael's voice becoming intertwine with one another. She saw him sitting at the keys in though the control booth.

"Feel the wind burn though my skin. The pain, the air is killing me. Four years my limbs stretched to the sky. A nest for birds to sit and sing" Michael sang with a dryness.

From the corner of his eye he saw Angel. Suddenly he felt cold. He took his hands off the keyboard. His voice slowly died out. Angel stepped in moving up alongside him. Michael looked at her, the lights making her blonde hair shine. Her slender figure was pronounced thanks inpart thanks to her clothes being close to her skin, more than half the girls Michael knew many years ago. She was arguably the closest thing to a human left. He cheeks quickly warmed and burned red.

"I-I'm just testing the equipment" he stuttered as his hand drifted to the kill switch.

"Can you play it again," She asked. "In full?"

Michael hesitated. He wasn't a singer, how was he gonna make this sound good.

"Are you sure?" Michael asked.

Angel nodded wholeheartedly as she stepped closer to him. Michael took a breath. If Jack Riley could pull it off than I can, Michael thought about the beach boys producer though the early 70s. Hopefully I can. He took a breath and positioned himself. Clearing his throat he adjusted the keyboard. Angel seated herself next to him and waited. It was then Dizzy silently entered with water. He saw Michael ready to play, he stepped over to the control board and began recording.

Michael took a deep breath. "Feel the wind burn though my skin. The pain, the air is killing me. For years my limbs stretched to the sky. A nest for birds to sit and sing" he continued his voice becoming intertwined with the organ.

Dizzy sat in the chair his eyes moving from the monitors to Michael. Everything was going well. Angel watched Michael's playing as he sang into the microphone. She was impressed, it was tight and too the point. After 3 minutes Michael ended and wiped the sweat from his brow.

Angel wrapped her arm over his shoulder. "That was great!," she exclaimed. "We've gotta use it. Who wrote it"

Michael smiled. Was she doing this just to make him feel better?. Michael quickly drew the details of the song from the archives of his memory.

"Brain Wilson wrote it. Funnily enough he got the producer to sing it," he paused. "Brain's mental health was in steep decline and wasn't well at all"

Angel listened carefully. No wonder he sang it. She mused as she saw Dizzy who entered with water. She could tell he recorded everything. Dizzy moved over handing the two glasses of water. Michael graciously took his with a nod.

"Thanks" Angel said.

"So Michael you wanna hear the playback" Dizzy grinned.

Michael nodded. "Let's hear it," he replied. "Hell let's get everyone and make it a party" he half jokingly said.

The others loved it. Omar wanted it as the A-side of the single. Once the others were told of Michael's situation they became more enthusiastic about it. Michael did several other vocal takes landing on the 2nd to last take. Angel played keys while Omar recorded the birds in the garden. Other things were overdubbed in such as other vocals by Omar and Stretch. It only took a few days to record. With it and 'I'm the man' it was packaged as the new single. Michael was labeled as the singer and a photo of the band was taken with Michael included. It was meant with some resistance but it was all over and it was now out to the world. To say Michael was nervous was an understatement.

Omar drove along a empty road towards the Second highest point in Ohmtown that wasn't the power plant. A large hill where many others went to make love or hang out. In the passenger seat with his girlfriend Ellen, who was processing what she just heard from her boyfriend.

"So he got evicted!," Ellen was surprised. "He doesn't look like the guy to miss rent"

She was Omar's height with long brown hair. She wore a red shirt and grey jeans. Omar nodded. She was right, but he did and he wasn't even warned like everyone else in the building. It was almost criminal.

"To top it all off the asshole took everything he has. Michael's trying to look like it doesn't bug him but he's completely depressed"

"I can imagine" Ellen responded.

She had met the guy, he was full on Producer mode but it didn't stop him from being kind and full of energy. The fact he was now on the A-side of the bands second single spoke volumes. The first one peaked at number one with both sides getting equal airplay. They soon reached their destination. Omar parked his car and took a breath. There was two hours left till he had to go back into town. Below was Ohmtown with lights brilliantly shining as the power plant stood above everything.

"It's beautiful up here" he softly said.

"Aren't you doing Mylar's tonight?" She inquired.

"Yeah, what do you got in mind?"

Ellen smiled and leaned in, whispering her idea softly into his ear. Omar looked at her and smiled.

"Oh I love you" he said pulling her in close to him.

"I know" she responded matter-of-factly.

I can't believe he talked me into this. Michael thought as he finished setting up the keys and microphones. Now they were all on stage at Mylars. Michael peeked though the closed curtain to see a packed house. A cold feeling came over him.

"It's gonna be fine" Angel reassuringly told him.

Michael stepped back. "Why do I even have to be here. Omar can sing it" he replied.

Angel took his hand. "It won't work if you don't do it. Trying never hurt anyone" she reassured him.

He could list off a dozen people who tired and ended up horrible places. He refrained from voicing it and smiled. His heart pounded in his chest as he and her locked eyes. Did she feel the same?.

"One minute guys!" Mylar said.

"Thanks," he replied before turning attention to Angel. "Wish me luck"

Angel then kissed him on the the cheek. Michael's cheeks flushed red. He kissed her back before he moved over to the keyboard. That's was something. Shaking his head he adjusted the microphone. Just focus on a good performance, he told himself. Someone's gotta love it out there. Michael bit his lip and nervously waited. Mylar, a mouse with slick back hair and black eyes looked at Michael.

"Good luck" Mylar said.

Michael smiled briefly. Omar took centre stage, Dizzy took to the drums, Angel grabbed her portable key-guitar and stretch tuned up his bass guitar. Suddenly the curtains slid away. It was a small venue, only 80 people in total. TV camera's sat at the back of the room watching them.

Omar clasped both hands together. "Just before we begin I'll introduce you to our producer and singer of the A-side to our new single... ladies and germs welcome Michael Riley!" Omar introduced.

Everyone looked to the newest member, silently they looked at him with disbelief. They clearly hadn't expected a human to behind the bands production. Michael felt a shiver go up his spine.

"H-hello. Today we're gonna play our new A-side... written in 1971 written by Brian Wilson off the Beach boy's Surf's up album," he paused for a moment. All eyes were on him. Michael then began playing the keys. "Feel the wind burn though my skin. The pain, the air is killing me. For years my limbs stretched to the sky. A nest for birds to sit and sing" he continued on with no back up.

It was an organ only song. Cameras glued to him as he played as everyone listened. It was a song that wasn't something you could dance to. Why it was chosen as a A-side was beyond Michael. All he had to do was play, play and hope it was well received by the audience. After it was done he took his hands off the keys. Suddenly the sounds of clapping quickly filled the room. Michael was taken by surprise.

"T-thank you" he managed to say.

Omar clapped along with the audience. Angel, Dizzy and Stretch were doing the same. Michael brushed his hair back and smiled. Thank god. He felt relief coming over him. His stress slowly fading away. The rest of night seemed less impossible.

After it was all one they arrived back home and entered though the front door. Lights switched on. Michael closed his eyes for a moment as he closed the doors. He was tired. Like his body felt like he'd been though a tanning booth on high. He was also covered in sweat. Locking the door he moved towards the stairs.

"I'll never underestimate live playing ever again, for as long as I live" Michael vowed.

Omar shrugged. "It's a better drug than cocaine" he said.

Michael nodded and chuckled. Dizzy and Stretch nodded and chuckled in agreement. Angel smiled and moved to the stairs. They all had dinner out and all of them knew they needed either sleep or a shower. Omar, Angel, Dizzy and Stretch could tell it far more than Michael. Human noses are notorious for not having the power of animals noses.

"How anyone could do it for a few months on a tour is beyond me" Michael couldn't help but wonder.

Dizzy didn't know either. "God knows," he replied. "Probably a stupid amount of drugs"

Michael laughed. "I've heard that before," he responded. "See ya guys in the morning. I'm gonna take a shower. I must smell like a trash bin"

Omar waved him off. Stretch moved off to the living area to watch TV. Dizzy moved along to join him and so did Omar. Angel watched Michael as he turned left and towards his room. Angel then began up the stairs.

"I'm gonna shower," she said. "See you in the morning"

"See you in the morning," Omar called back. "Good luck"

She paused. Of course he knew, just the way she and Michael looked at one another made it extremely obvious. She continued on. Ever since that day Omar had matured. Ellen's a lucky woman. She thought. She reached the top and turned after Michael, her mind made up. She reached him as he opened his door.

"Hey Angel how y..." he didn't have a chance to finish when she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into a kiss.

Michael moved back pulling her in. Shock gave way to lust as he embraced her. Angel kicked the door closed as she kept him in her grip. Michael kissed her and backed into the bathroom. His hands drifted downwards stopping at her rear. He took hold of her soft ass she the two continued making out. Angel let a deep moan as they broke apart to catch their breath. Angel threw he jacket aside into the laundry basket, her gaze never leaving Michael's. Michael let go and moved to the shower. It could hold up to three people making it perfect for what they were about to do.

Angel slid her pants off revealing her long bare legs and red panties. "Is this you're first time?" she asked.

Michael adjusted the temperature testing the water with his hand as he did. "Yes," he replied. "How's the water?"

Angel who was down her her underwear placed her hand under the shower head. The hot water ran over her hand and dripped down to the floor.

"Can you help me with this?" She presented her back to him.

Michael got a good look. He smiled at the sight. Ditching his shirt and pants he briefly fumbled with her bra clip. Shit. He cursed as he fumbled two more times. Finally managing to get it off he tossed the bra into the clothing basket with the rest of the clothes. Angel kicked off her panties and stepped into the shower. She turned revealing her soft naked breasts to him. Michael's heart pounded in his chest. Her chest was more pronounced than he expected, being soft and bountiful. It was a middle ground he hadn't seen much of.

"Like what you see?" she said with a seductive tone.

Michael looked in awe of her. "I love it" was all he could manage to say.

Sliding off his underwear he stepped under the showerhead with Angel. Grabbing the curtain he slid it to conceal them. His eyes drifted up and down her body completely enamored by her. He failed to notice he was completely rockhard just below the waist. Angel however noticed and was more than satisfied. 6 inches, just about the standard length. She didn't care about the length and would've been happy either way. She reached down taking hold of his dick and teasingly began to stroke. Michael groaned as he felt her jerking him off. Pleasure over took the human as he felt her hand gliding up and down his throbbing shaft.

"Angel" he weakly moaned.

She continued moving her hand up and down. His moans egging her on. She passed herself against him her boobs pressing tight against his chest. Michael suddenly grabbed her ass and gave it a squeeze. Angel moaned in arousal.

"I'm close" he warned.

Angel slowed her hand. She leaned her head close to his ear. Whispering softly Michael's face lit up. He kissed her cheek lovingly. She lowered herself down to her knees before him and positioned her head accordingly. Angel took her hand off his cock as she looked at it. Michael watched her as she kissed the tip of his member. She took her left hand and placed it between her legs. Beginning to suck on his tip she slid two fingers between her folds. Angel moaned as she slid her fingers up and down. Oh god this feels great!. Michael thought in ecstasy. Juices squirted from her womanhood as she slid Michael's cock further into her mouth. A thick aroma quickly filled the small room she they continued at it. Michael placed both hands on the back of her head and eased her in further. She moaned harder as she continued sucking on the humans knob.

"Angel I'm gonna..." suddenly he came.

His thick seaman filled her mouth as she kept on sucking pulling as much cum out as she could. Stopping she swallowed the bitter stuff down. Michael pulled his now web cock from her mouth. He helped her stand as she washed her mouth out with the water flowing from the showerhead.

"That was great," Michael said softly. "Please tell me I'm not dreaming"

Angel kissed him again. "Would you be able to feel that if you were dreaming" she replied warmly.

Michael pulled her into a kiss, One hand planted itself on her rear while the other groped her breast. Angel moaned hard as Michael slipped his tongue into her mouth. The two tongues quickly became entwined. Both moved to the far wall. The shower was specially designed to have a moving shower head and it adjusted itself to match where they currently were. Michael didn't miss a beat he played with both of Angel's perfect breast's. Angel moaned softly as he suddenly began sucking on the right one.

"Yes!, yes!," Angel moaned harder. "Keep going!"

The encouragement was more than enough to stir him up. He switched breast's. After he was finished he stood upright. Angel looked blissful as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She pulled herself up and locked her legs around his waist. Michael kissed her again and lined himself up. Leaning her against the back of the wall he drew a breath. Gently Angel lowered herself onto him. Michael let out a deep moan as he entered her womanhood.

"S-so tight!" He grunted.

Angel kissed his nose and continued moving up and down on his erect shaft. Each movement felt like a symphony of pleasure. Both Michael and Angel moaned rhythmically as he held her by the rear. Water soaked their bodies as they continued going at it. Michael was completely lost in bliss, the euphoric feeling taking over. He was nearing his end.

"I'm gonna cum" Angel warned him.

"Me too"

Angel quickened her pace. "Let's do it together"

Michael kissed her dead on the lips as the two kept going pushing each other closer to the end. More and more and more they went turn on longer they could hold it. Michael was the first to go unloading into Angel. His legs felt weak as he breathed deeply as he thrusted upward into her. Angel then burst, her juices leaking out along with Michael's. Their thrusting slowed and then stopped. Both kept kissing as Angel lowered herself back to the ground. Michael slid out of her and held her close. Whatever was left was washed away by the water. Angel couldn't believe it, she just done it with a human being!. Michael was snuggled up against her as he processed exactly what happened.

"How was it?" He asked.

Angel smiled softly. "Fantastic," she reassured him. "Pass me the soap"

Michael did as she told. "I love you" he said kissing her cheek.

"I love you too" Angel replied warmly.

Both embraced one another before kissing again. For Michael he felt like he finally belonged in this world. It only took an angel for him to feel like himself again.

End chapter.