A week after the first Friday they had spent in the club, Morgana again took the microphone at the Bluesrock Bandstand. She and Natalie had opened up, especially when Natalie showed her the now not-so-little German Shepherd puppy that Pete had bought her. It made Morgana want a dog. A Doberman, maybe.

She kept her head down during the seemingly endless intro to the song she was about to sing. She could see, almost directly below her, the group sitting at the long, dark brown table. Bosley sat, sipping a Scotch, with her empty chair beside him. Next to her chair was her brother, who was holding the hand of the woman next to him, Dylan Sanders. Morgana smirked mischievously. She knew her brother was planning to ask her any day now...

Next to her sat Natalie, in pink, and the arm around her shoulder belonged to her boyfriend, Pete. Next to him was Jason, who was trying to carry on a conversation with Alex. She was shushing him.

Okay, Morgana thought, Focus. Five, six, seven, eight...

"On a dark desert highway,

Cool wind in my hair,

Warm smell of colitas,

Rising up through the air..."
A/N: Thanks so much for reading and reviewing! I hope you all liked it. I also hope my writing improves in the future. I'll start another fic in a few days, as soon as the muse inspires me. Until then:

Up ahead in the distance

I saw a shimmering light

My head grew heavy, and my sight grew dim

I had to stop for the night

There she stood in the doorway

I heard the mission bell

And I was thinking to myself

This could be Heaven or this could be Hell

Then she lit up a candle

And she showed me the way

There were voices down the corridor

I thought I heard them say

Welcome to the Hotel California

Such a lovely place

Such a lovely face

Plenty of room at the Hotel California

Any time of year

You can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany twisted

She's got the Mercedes bends

She's got a lot of pretty, pretty boys

That she calls friends

How they dance in the courtyard

Sweet summer sweat

Some dance to remember

Some dance to forget

So I called up the Captain

Please bring me my wine

He said

We haven't had that spirit here since 1969

And still those voices are calling from far away

Wake you up in the middle of the night

Just to hear them say

Welcome to the Hotel California

Such a lovely Place

Such a lovely face

They're livin' it up at the Hotel California

What a nice surprise

Bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling

Pink champagne on ice

And she said

We are all just prisoners here

Of our own device

And in the master's chambers

They gathered for the feast

They stab it with their steely knives

But they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember

I was running for the door

I had to find the passage back to the place I was before

Relax said the nightman

We are programmed to receive

You can check out any time you like

But you can't never leave