Chaprter Six

Spike and I sat facing each other from either side of the van. We had been on the road for over an hour and we were all getting restless. I stretched out my arm and Spike and I started our next round of thumb-wars. It was a draw so far (two all). We struggled against each other as Willow and Xander played eye spy and Oz drove. I won the round and Spike and I slumped back against our uncomfortable seats.

"I spy with my little eye something beginning with L" Xander said looking straight ahead and sounding excited. I leaned forward to see what Xander was looking at but before it came into sight Willow answered equally excited.

"Los Angeles!"

"What we're there?" Said Spike leaning forward with me and looking through the windshield. It was certainly L.A. and for a group of five small town teenagers ranging from fithteen and seventeen years one of the most exciting prospects in life. The Big City...

We tumbled through the heavy traffic as the building around us towered overhead. Oz started frowning as he drove and Spike kept leaning over the front seat to give him directions to his older brother's house.

The van jolted and swerved down thin lanes packed with roaring cars and trucks. We clung tightly on to our seats for the next twenty minutes before coming to one last, unsteady halt outside a small upper-class town house.

We all climbed out of the white bomb and stretched our legs, gazing up at the tiny house (If you could call it that). Xander was the first to comment.

"That's a house?" He asked Spike loudly and we all asked.

Spike shrugged and he led us up the front steps. "It's a house to my poofy English-"

He was cut short as the painted wooden door opened to revel an English looking man in his early thirty and a tweed suit. "You wouldn't be talking about me would you William?" He asked smiling.

Spike smiled to at the sight of the man and waved his hand toward him, "My poofy English brother" he joked and we all laughed. "Guys this is Weasly. Weasly this is the guys." We all smiled and greeted the man before heading inside.

The man stayed by the front door as we went in then spoke to Spike. "William, I've got to go out. Every thing is where it normally is." Spike glared at him a moment and Weasly got the message, "sorry. Spike."

"Nervous?" Willow asked me as we sat behind and stage of one of LA's bigger nightclubs.

I laughed and looked at her, "Duh" I paused a moment then added "This is the biggest thing we have ever done." It was later the night, about ten o'clock. We were at a nightclub called 'Seven Steps' and were scheduled for and hours stage time.

A tall man with pale blond hair with dyed blue tips came into the area we were sitting and smiled at us. He looked wild. "Hey guys. You must be 'Slayer'." He greeted using our bands name.

"Ya that's us." I said brightly, "Mister..." God! I couldn't even remember his name.

"Mister Glover." He stated then his smile turned wider "But all the guy just call me Crazy Tom. By the way..." He started to leave the small room, "Your on in five." He left.

We walked onto the stage. I think we were the youngest band to ever preform at the club but the crowd cheered all the same. Spike and Oz took up their spots as Willow and Xander gave us the thumbs-up from the wings. I swung my guitar over my petite frame and positioned myself in front of the microphone. Spike started tapping the opening of the tune and Oz joined in. I sunk into the music and the next to hours were a blur of songs.

I sat on a barstool. I had no clue where my friends had gone. Willow and Oz had wandered off for a make-out session and Xander and Spike had found some 'chicks'- as they like to put it- to dance with. I was left alone with my drink and many thoughts.

"Hey babe" Some tall guy with messy red hair and an Irish accent –which reminded me of my brother's- slid smoothly in beside me. I glanced at him and he wiggled his eyebrows at me. Even someone my age knew what that meant. Ew! I turned away and gazed at the dance floor. "Want ta play?"

I shook my head and then saw what I was hoping for. Spike and Xander were coming my way. Spike saw the bloke first and gave my a questioning look. I shook my head slightly and he nodded. He continued over and put a hand on my shoulder.

"Got a problem mate?" He asked the guy who looked about thirty.

"Just having a chat." He answered, "Not to often you get a young one around these parts." Then he smiled at me.

"Don't you go talking about Buffy like that." Spike answered firmly.

"Stop me." The guy answered standing up facing Spike. Spike was kind of tall –about five foot eleven- but this guy was, huge. He would have stood about six foot three, much taller and more filled out then Spike.

Spike shrugged and punched the guy across the jaw making him step back before throwing a good punch up into Spike's gut. The fight lasted barely five minutes before it was broken up. Luckily it was the man –we found out his name was Jim something- who got into trouble. That was our first night in the big city.

The next morning we were up early –about seven- for a meeting with some music bigwig who was apparently interested in us. At seven forty-five we pulled up outside a large, flash looking building. The sign read 'Angle Music Inc.'.

We walked up the small set of steps and waltzed through the tinted glass door. There was and excited mummer between the gang as we stepped into the huge reception room and headed toward the front desk that had a bubbly blonde typing happily behind it. She looked up as we approached and beamed.

"Morning all." She called in an annoying voice, "I'm harmony. The boss' office is down that hall and the last on the left. He's expecting you so go on through." She smiled for a second more then turned back to her work as we all stood there for a second before following the instructions.

Okay. So what do people think? The story is taking abit more of an unexpected turn. BTW I only write during the week, I don't get time on weekends. Please review.

PS: I'm currently writing the first chapter to another story, should be up soon. :D