Well, here you go. I know, gasp, two chapters in one day! ( And I'm
sorry if anyone doesn't like my music choices. You can go ahead and tell
me whatever it is you would rather have, but just so you know, I don't
really care, it's my story and I'll have whatever songs I want in it. I
know, I know, I'm being a bitca about this, but I don't like what other
people like, so tough. I have to deal with their crap playing all over the
place, they can deal with some of mine. And in the next chapter (after
this one, not the one written below this) the others will sing their songs.
If you don't like the songs, like I said, sorry, but I'm choosing
particular songs for a reason. Each one will at least closely match
something I think fits that character. Even if you don't like the song,
perhaps you could just read the lyrics and pretend it's whatever style you
like. All right, all right, I'll shut up now and let you read the story.
Oh, one last thing, the songs belong to whomever Ariana says. (
Ariana's POV
Well, we all piled into our assorted vehicles and headed off to the brand new Caritas. Willow rode with me and babbled constantly. It was such a nice change that I laughed happily. She grinned too. "So," she asked me, "what's Caritas?"
Angel's POV
"A DEMON BAR!" my love shouted, "WITH KARAOKE!" I laughed at the shocked look on her face. "It's not that bad," I told her, "some of them can really sing. And knowing Ariana, she plans to sing a few numbers herself. Some with me." I grinned as Buffy gaped at me. Yea, yea, so I haven't been singing so well around the gang, but in reality I love to sing. I'm pretty good, I just don't know how to do some songs. Ariana taught me how to sing, you see. So if she hasn't taught me how, I'm lost. It's not that she's a bad teacher, she's great. I'm just so inept at singing that I need her to help me. A lot. With every song.
Lorne's POV
I was ecstatic about Caritas being reopened. Especially with a wealthy benefactor. But another part of me was insanely curious about Ariana. She had an old aura, but it was so clouded by her, that I couldn't tell a thing. I wanted more than anything to find out what was wrong with her, but her warning was very odd. I've never heard of anyone knocking an empath into a coma with a song. Very odd indeed.
Ariana's POV
By the time we had all arrived, I was pumped up and bouncing off the walls. I started to dance at the first hint of music coming from the club. Angel took one look at me, and burst out laughing. I stuck my tongue out at him and walked in with my head held high. I winked at the barman as I passed and walked right up onto the stage as the singer finished his song and left. As I sauntered up to the mic, every head, or part most resembling a head, turned towards me. I smiled sweetly at the crowd. "Now now, let's not get all tensed up. You all know who I am." Whispers broke out among them as some confused demons asked around. "I am The Child." A hush fell over everyone as they stared at me, scared to death. I grinned mentally. I love scaring people. Er, things. I smiled again. "But really now, this is a bar and karaoke club. And as the old owner is back," I gestured to Lorne and a cheer rose up, "this is a night to party. No fights. No grudges. Just a lot of alcohol and good singing." A slight cheer rose up. I pouted. Lorne got a full out cheer. "I swear to you all that I won't harm a hair.," I paused as I noticed a number of bald heads and hairless creatures, "um, I won't harm you at all." This time a big cheer went up. I smiled. Oh yeah, I'm good. "So, I'd like to start the night off with a little number by Queen. It's called Friends Will Be Friends. It's dedicated to all friends out there, mine and yours." I winked at the group as they all sat down, or rather, where pulled into chairs by Angel. The lights dimmed and a spotlight came on. I swayed softly to the music and sang, "Another red letter day
So the pound has dropped and the children are creating
The other half ran away
Taking all the cash and leaving you with the lumber
Got a pain in the chest
Doctors on strike what you need is a rest
It's not easy love, but you've got friends you can trust
Friends will be friends
When you're in need of love they give you care and attention
Friends will be friends
When you're through with life and all hope is lost
Hold out your hand 'cos friends will be friends - right till the end
Now it's a beautiful day
The postman delivered a letter from your lover
Only a 'phone call away
You tried to track him down but somebody stole his number
As a matter of fact
You're getting used to life without him in your way
It's so easy now, 'cos you got friends you can trust
Friends will be friends
When you're in need of love they give you care and attention
Friends will be friends
When you're through with life and all hope is lost
Hold out your hand 'cos friends will be friends - right till the end
It's so easy now, 'cos you got friends you can trust
Friends will be friends
When you're in need of love they give you care and attention
Friends will be friends
When you're through with life and all hope is lost
Hold out your hand - friends will be friends - right till the end
Friends will be friends
When you're in need of love they give you care and attention
Friends will be friends
When you're through with life and all hope is lost
Hold out your hand 'cos right till the end - friends will be friends
Yeah yeah."
The crowd cheered and I bowed my head. "Now, I think we need something a little bit louder, more festive. I know, something more Irish." I grinned at Angel and he immediately came up and stood next to me. We both knew what song to sing. It was our favorite, and one that Angel is extremely good at. (AN - If anyone goes looking for this song, the version by Glengarry Bhoys is the best) "P Stands for Paddy, an old Irish song to get your feet tappin'." The music started out a bit soft, slow. Angel started. "Well I went out one May mor nin' To take a pleasant walk Sat myself down by an old stone wall Just to hear two lovers talk I did hear two lovers talk me dear To hear what they might say Well, I might learn a little more about love just before I went away."
I took over for the refrain as the music got faster. "An' P stands for Paddy I suppose J for my love John An' W stands for the false Willy'o But Johnny's the fairest man Aye Johnny's the fairest man me dear Aye John's the fairest man Well I don't care what anybody says Johnny's the fairest man."
Nearly all the instrument but the beat died out for the first verse, which was Angel's. "Well come sit beside me, beside me on the green It's been six months to a year or more since together we have been Since together we have been me dear, together we have been It's been six months to a year or more since together we have been."
I took the refrain again, and the second verse. "Well I'll not sit beside you, not now not any other time I hear you have another lil boy an' your heart's no longer mine Your heart's no longer mine me dear, your heart's no longer mine I hear you have another lil boy an' your heart's no longer mine."
Then came the refrain once more, then the last verse, which was Angel's. "Well I'll go climb a tall tall tree and rob the wild bird's nest When I come down I'll walk straight home to the girl that I love best Well the girl that I love best me dear, the girl that I love best When I come down I'll walk straight home to the girl that I love best."
Then came the refrain, which we sang together, then Angel's sang the first verse again, then we sang the refrain twice. Then the fun part began. Through the beginning, the music had had a fresh green sense to it, with that hint of Irish excitement. It was something you couldn't listen to and NOT dance. The music gave you the feeling of a sugar rush, or just made you hyperactive, or maybe both. But after the singing, the music changed. It went from a fresh sugar rush, to a swirling frenzy of energy. It made some people tired just to hear it. It made your heart speed up and pound to the beat, while you moved every part of your body frantically, trying to feel the music more and more. The music went on and on, and just when you think it's ended, and it pauses for a moment, it starts again, and almost builds back up to the fast pace tempo. Through the entire musical section of the piece, Angel and I danced. Not the crazy flailing of these days, but the way people are meant to dance to this music, with their feet moving too fast to see, and their bodies following the rhythm. We danced, and laughed, and screamed out in wild happy craze. Glancing over towards our audience, which had been forgotten for a time, I could see them all dancing too. Some had nearly passed out and were collapsed in chairs, but each one had a grin on their face. As the music sped up minutely, the crowd got the last bit of frenzy out, and stopped short as the music ended with a final beat.
Ariana's POV
Well, we all piled into our assorted vehicles and headed off to the brand new Caritas. Willow rode with me and babbled constantly. It was such a nice change that I laughed happily. She grinned too. "So," she asked me, "what's Caritas?"
Angel's POV
"A DEMON BAR!" my love shouted, "WITH KARAOKE!" I laughed at the shocked look on her face. "It's not that bad," I told her, "some of them can really sing. And knowing Ariana, she plans to sing a few numbers herself. Some with me." I grinned as Buffy gaped at me. Yea, yea, so I haven't been singing so well around the gang, but in reality I love to sing. I'm pretty good, I just don't know how to do some songs. Ariana taught me how to sing, you see. So if she hasn't taught me how, I'm lost. It's not that she's a bad teacher, she's great. I'm just so inept at singing that I need her to help me. A lot. With every song.
Lorne's POV
I was ecstatic about Caritas being reopened. Especially with a wealthy benefactor. But another part of me was insanely curious about Ariana. She had an old aura, but it was so clouded by her, that I couldn't tell a thing. I wanted more than anything to find out what was wrong with her, but her warning was very odd. I've never heard of anyone knocking an empath into a coma with a song. Very odd indeed.
Ariana's POV
By the time we had all arrived, I was pumped up and bouncing off the walls. I started to dance at the first hint of music coming from the club. Angel took one look at me, and burst out laughing. I stuck my tongue out at him and walked in with my head held high. I winked at the barman as I passed and walked right up onto the stage as the singer finished his song and left. As I sauntered up to the mic, every head, or part most resembling a head, turned towards me. I smiled sweetly at the crowd. "Now now, let's not get all tensed up. You all know who I am." Whispers broke out among them as some confused demons asked around. "I am The Child." A hush fell over everyone as they stared at me, scared to death. I grinned mentally. I love scaring people. Er, things. I smiled again. "But really now, this is a bar and karaoke club. And as the old owner is back," I gestured to Lorne and a cheer rose up, "this is a night to party. No fights. No grudges. Just a lot of alcohol and good singing." A slight cheer rose up. I pouted. Lorne got a full out cheer. "I swear to you all that I won't harm a hair.," I paused as I noticed a number of bald heads and hairless creatures, "um, I won't harm you at all." This time a big cheer went up. I smiled. Oh yeah, I'm good. "So, I'd like to start the night off with a little number by Queen. It's called Friends Will Be Friends. It's dedicated to all friends out there, mine and yours." I winked at the group as they all sat down, or rather, where pulled into chairs by Angel. The lights dimmed and a spotlight came on. I swayed softly to the music and sang, "Another red letter day
So the pound has dropped and the children are creating
The other half ran away
Taking all the cash and leaving you with the lumber
Got a pain in the chest
Doctors on strike what you need is a rest
It's not easy love, but you've got friends you can trust
Friends will be friends
When you're in need of love they give you care and attention
Friends will be friends
When you're through with life and all hope is lost
Hold out your hand 'cos friends will be friends - right till the end
Now it's a beautiful day
The postman delivered a letter from your lover
Only a 'phone call away
You tried to track him down but somebody stole his number
As a matter of fact
You're getting used to life without him in your way
It's so easy now, 'cos you got friends you can trust
Friends will be friends
When you're in need of love they give you care and attention
Friends will be friends
When you're through with life and all hope is lost
Hold out your hand 'cos friends will be friends - right till the end
It's so easy now, 'cos you got friends you can trust
Friends will be friends
When you're in need of love they give you care and attention
Friends will be friends
When you're through with life and all hope is lost
Hold out your hand - friends will be friends - right till the end
Friends will be friends
When you're in need of love they give you care and attention
Friends will be friends
When you're through with life and all hope is lost
Hold out your hand 'cos right till the end - friends will be friends
Yeah yeah."
The crowd cheered and I bowed my head. "Now, I think we need something a little bit louder, more festive. I know, something more Irish." I grinned at Angel and he immediately came up and stood next to me. We both knew what song to sing. It was our favorite, and one that Angel is extremely good at. (AN - If anyone goes looking for this song, the version by Glengarry Bhoys is the best) "P Stands for Paddy, an old Irish song to get your feet tappin'." The music started out a bit soft, slow. Angel started. "Well I went out one May mor nin' To take a pleasant walk Sat myself down by an old stone wall Just to hear two lovers talk I did hear two lovers talk me dear To hear what they might say Well, I might learn a little more about love just before I went away."
I took over for the refrain as the music got faster. "An' P stands for Paddy I suppose J for my love John An' W stands for the false Willy'o But Johnny's the fairest man Aye Johnny's the fairest man me dear Aye John's the fairest man Well I don't care what anybody says Johnny's the fairest man."
Nearly all the instrument but the beat died out for the first verse, which was Angel's. "Well come sit beside me, beside me on the green It's been six months to a year or more since together we have been Since together we have been me dear, together we have been It's been six months to a year or more since together we have been."
I took the refrain again, and the second verse. "Well I'll not sit beside you, not now not any other time I hear you have another lil boy an' your heart's no longer mine Your heart's no longer mine me dear, your heart's no longer mine I hear you have another lil boy an' your heart's no longer mine."
Then came the refrain once more, then the last verse, which was Angel's. "Well I'll go climb a tall tall tree and rob the wild bird's nest When I come down I'll walk straight home to the girl that I love best Well the girl that I love best me dear, the girl that I love best When I come down I'll walk straight home to the girl that I love best."
Then came the refrain, which we sang together, then Angel's sang the first verse again, then we sang the refrain twice. Then the fun part began. Through the beginning, the music had had a fresh green sense to it, with that hint of Irish excitement. It was something you couldn't listen to and NOT dance. The music gave you the feeling of a sugar rush, or just made you hyperactive, or maybe both. But after the singing, the music changed. It went from a fresh sugar rush, to a swirling frenzy of energy. It made some people tired just to hear it. It made your heart speed up and pound to the beat, while you moved every part of your body frantically, trying to feel the music more and more. The music went on and on, and just when you think it's ended, and it pauses for a moment, it starts again, and almost builds back up to the fast pace tempo. Through the entire musical section of the piece, Angel and I danced. Not the crazy flailing of these days, but the way people are meant to dance to this music, with their feet moving too fast to see, and their bodies following the rhythm. We danced, and laughed, and screamed out in wild happy craze. Glancing over towards our audience, which had been forgotten for a time, I could see them all dancing too. Some had nearly passed out and were collapsed in chairs, but each one had a grin on their face. As the music sped up minutely, the crowd got the last bit of frenzy out, and stopped short as the music ended with a final beat.