"Sweetness, long time no see." Lorne exclaimed as Tomorrow and Connor
walked in.
"I tell you everyone has been talking about your videos and CD and I can't
say I blame them. Of course, you never would have gotten this far if you
hadn't spent half your teenage life running over here singing your problems
to me so what's up?"
"Actually, I've just been really busy. I'm sorry I don't get over here a lot anymore, but everything is going great." Tom assured him. "I mean our last cheerleading competition is in a couple of days, then graduation, and onto a summer in Europe with Connor."
"Yeah, I saw the mark on SNL." Lorne smirked. "I could hear your father screaming all the way from Sunnydale." Then he saw Connor's face. "So, how about a song for old times sake?"
"Sure. That sounds like fun." Tom agreed.
"Ask Claire for song number seven." Lorne suggested as Tomorrow left. "What's wrong?" He turned to Connor. "I know something's up."
"She's just been really tired and achy. I blame her schedule, but what if it's more than that." Connor confided.
"Then I help." Lorne assured him, "Hey am I ever wrong? I mean I knew you two were destine for each other, of course no one needed magical mind reading powers for that, but still."
"No, we're not about to put on the radio" Claire said from the microphone on stage. "Here tonight live we have Tomorrow Summers singing her number one hit 'I'm Your Tomorrow.'"
As Tom started singing to thunderous applause, Connor just had to smile. Leave it to Lorne to make her sing her own music at a karaoke bar.
"Lorne, I'm going to kill you" Tomorrow smiled heading over after the song. "Why didn't you tell me that my music had made it to the bar. I didn't even know it had been made into karaoke yet."
"I wanted to surprise you" Lorne hugged her. "You know it's the most requested song. Although no one singing it can hold a candle to you."
"You're just saying that because I'm your favorite." Tomorrow rolled her eyes.
"Well Yeah" Lorne agreed "But it's true. Hey, you look thirst why don't you grab a soda at the bar. Tell him it's on me."
"Okay sure." Tomorrow agreed as she walked over towards the bar.
"So what did you see?" Connor asked anxiously.
"Sit down" Lorne suggested, "It's bad."
"Actually, I've just been really busy. I'm sorry I don't get over here a lot anymore, but everything is going great." Tom assured him. "I mean our last cheerleading competition is in a couple of days, then graduation, and onto a summer in Europe with Connor."
"Yeah, I saw the mark on SNL." Lorne smirked. "I could hear your father screaming all the way from Sunnydale." Then he saw Connor's face. "So, how about a song for old times sake?"
"Sure. That sounds like fun." Tom agreed.
"Ask Claire for song number seven." Lorne suggested as Tomorrow left. "What's wrong?" He turned to Connor. "I know something's up."
"She's just been really tired and achy. I blame her schedule, but what if it's more than that." Connor confided.
"Then I help." Lorne assured him, "Hey am I ever wrong? I mean I knew you two were destine for each other, of course no one needed magical mind reading powers for that, but still."
"No, we're not about to put on the radio" Claire said from the microphone on stage. "Here tonight live we have Tomorrow Summers singing her number one hit 'I'm Your Tomorrow.'"
As Tom started singing to thunderous applause, Connor just had to smile. Leave it to Lorne to make her sing her own music at a karaoke bar.
"Lorne, I'm going to kill you" Tomorrow smiled heading over after the song. "Why didn't you tell me that my music had made it to the bar. I didn't even know it had been made into karaoke yet."
"I wanted to surprise you" Lorne hugged her. "You know it's the most requested song. Although no one singing it can hold a candle to you."
"You're just saying that because I'm your favorite." Tomorrow rolled her eyes.
"Well Yeah" Lorne agreed "But it's true. Hey, you look thirst why don't you grab a soda at the bar. Tell him it's on me."
"Okay sure." Tomorrow agreed as she walked over towards the bar.
"So what did you see?" Connor asked anxiously.
"Sit down" Lorne suggested, "It's bad."