Chapter
1
Sunny Fried Chicks
Normally she hated Tuesdays. Not as much as Mondays but well, 'Tuesday isn't Friday,' she thought.
But today, today was special.
She had final practice with the 'chicks', as they liked to call themselves
They were the official Bronze band.
The Bronze was the coolest and actually only club in Sunnydale.
Sunnydale, town of all towns... the place to be...
'when you got nowhere else to go' as Buffy always said.
She grew up there, and you could tell, cause SunnyD's the only place in America where you can be a cheerleader AND the lead singer in an over all Rock Band.
The band was called 'sunny fried chicks' and consisted of Buffy Anne, Willow, Anya and Dawn.
Dawn was Buffy's 18 year old sister, spoiled, moody and kinda brat-y, at least when you listen to Anne's description.
She still attended Sunnydale High School and hated Cheerleaders and with that... her sister, but she loved to play bass and the other girls needed a bass player so...
Willow was Buffy's best friend ever since kindergarten.
She was that tall, red-haired, innocent, kinda nerdy girl.
Most of the time she was the voice of reason, always in a good mood and positive about anything and anybody.
But you didn't want to mess with her either, cause that girl had it in her when someone pissed her off.
'You probably have to be aggressive to play drums...'
Anya is the newest addition to the Chicks. She just moved to Sunnydale from some unknown place in Canada and replaced their old guitarist Cordilia, when she, as in Cordy, decided to become all bitchy and 'solo'.
Buffy entered the school building, looking around to find her friends.
'where the hell are they? We were supposed to meet at the entrance'
"Buffy!" She heard a familiar voice call out her nickname.
Turning around to look in the direction the sound came from she stared right in Willow's eyes.
"I can't believe it. You're actually the first one who's here.
Man, never thought to be part of something THAT weird." Willow said out of breath.
"So, I guess, you guys were just as stuck in your daydreams as I was, huh?"
Buffy couldn't hold back that smirk that wanted to crawl out so badly.
'I knew I wasn't the only one drooling'
-1 WEEK AGO-
"OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!" screamed Buffy.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!"
"ARE YOU SHITTING ME???"
"OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!"
"Buffy? Hello?"
Willow was prepared for a little 'goin crazy', but she wasn't prepared for THAT much screaming, now she couldn't hear anything....
'Am I deaf?' She thought to herself while getting no answer.
"WILLOW? I'M OK, JUST FELL OFF..."
"Ok, Buffy?"
"THE BED"
"Buffy?"
"OH MY GOD!!!!"
"BUFFYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!"
"Geez Willow, you don't have to scream THAT much" Buffy didn't understand why some people just couldn't control themselves...
"Wha..? Whatever... Buffy, it is true, we're goin to support 'Dingos ate my Baby' on next week's Sat in the Bronze."
"How? I mean, when? I mean Why?"
"Well, ok, from the beginning. You know that Lesley left the Dingos around the time Cordy left us right?"
Silence.
"So, now they needed a new guitarist and guess who it is!?"
Silence.
"Guess!"
"Oh, oh sorry Will, thought that was some kinda retorical question."
"GUESS!"
"Damn, I don't know!"
"It's Giles' son. The one that lived with his mother Jenny in England till Spring. Now they wanted to see and check how this Spike guy would fit in when it comes to live shows aaaaand they searched for an appropriate small club..."
"Huh?"
"Well, DUH, we both know who the owner of the Bronze is, right?"
Silence
"Buffy?"
"Will, stop doin that, I never know when you want me to answer or to shut my mouth!!!"
"Sorry, ok, the owner of the Bronze is Giles, so I guess, Spike thought, why not combine the Club, that they get for free, and the band that he's playin in..."
"And Giles asked you to start the gig?"
"Well, actually..."
"WHAT? WILL?"
Buffy could hear that Willow was having a hard time to come out with whatever it was she wanted to come out with.
"Gilesgaveangelmynumberandhecalledandasked"
"WHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTT???!!!???"
"You actually understood what I just said?"
Willow was sure she had to say it again, even she had a hard time understanding what she said in the time of, well, one breath.
"I HOPE NOT!!!"
Silence.
"SO; WILLOW; YOU ARE ACTUALLY TELLING ME THAT THE HOTTEST, MOST TALENTED SINGER OF ALL TIME CALLED YOU??? TO ASK IF WE'D PLAY WITH THEM??? ??? "
"Yes?" Willow asked, kinda scared about Buffy's reaction.
Silence.
Silence...
"Buffy?"
"Sorry. Fell."
-CURRENT TIME-
"What's with the dirty smirk?" Willow asked, eyes narrowed.
"Well, I know who I was day dreamin of... let me guess who visited you in your fantasy..."
"Whatever... I am NOT in looooove with any band member, Mrs 'I'd die to have him on his knees singin for me'"
"HEY!" Buffy tried to protest... but failed miserably as that dumb smile made it's way back on her face.
"Oh god, I think we lost her... again"
Willow heard a voice beside her.
"Oh, hey Anya, didn't even hear you approaching us.What's up?"
"Hello Willow... nothing.
Except that I just had the best orgasm in my life. One's can't imagine how fantasies about damn hot bass players and the excitement about the own gig can get one's off... if you know wh..."
"ANYA, thanx. Uhm, for the info. Really appreciated it."
"Well, Willow, you're welcome, should try it out."
'Already did, just that...the bass player was replaced by a guitarist called Oz' Willow smiled to herself.
"So, how long's she been in her fantasy coma, yet?" Anya asked while nodding in Buffy's direction.
-TWO WEEKS AGO-
"Dad. I don't know. A girl band?"
"Son, they're not a 'girly band' they do have talent, you know I wouldn't hire them as our house band if they weren't good."
"I know it's just Im the new guy here, don't wanna embarrass myself infront 'f my new band members cause you hired some untalented chicks in short skirts who think they can actually play."
"Spike..."
"Rubert, I gotta go, take care, ok. I'll see you on Saturday."
"Spike!" The only answer Giles got was a long beep from the receiver.
Spike took his Duster from the couch, put it on and went out of the house.
'Sunny Fried Chicks... what a bloddy stupid name'
"I'm dyin to go on tour again. Can't wait to meet the ladys."
"Damn, Gunn, don't remember me. I mean, I actually consider turning gay. I mean really, I always thought about why a man would turn gay. I think I figured it out, I..."
"Xander, we all know the sad scenario of our last tour. I mean, how many groupies went up your room asking the nasty question?"
"Nasty question?" Spike walked in the rehearsal room.
"Well, the nasty question; 'Isn't Angel sharing a room with you?'
All the guys started laughing, except Xander, who was obviously lost in thoughts about what the best occosion of his coming out would be-
Well, Spike didn't get it so he looked kinda startled.
"Spike, man, Xander took some groupies with him and the only reason they went up in his room was because they thought he shared a room with Angel..."
"Oh, humiliating." As Spike saw the 'pain' in Xander's face he added "In a good way."
"So, you asked your dad about the club?" Connor changed the topic, not wanting to torture Xander any more.
"Yeah, I did. He's cool with it. Two weeks from now. Saturday, the Bronze."
"Great, so we finally are back on stage again. Can't wait." Gunn said while standing up and walking to the small refrigerator in the back.
"Yes, well, you haven't read the small printed, yet."
"What isn't it for free, like you said?"
"No. We have to have an opening act."
"So?" Oz didn't get Spike's point.
"Well, it's a chick band, called Sunny Fried Chicks."
Oz smirked.
"Sunny fried chicks? "Xander didn't get it.
"Yeah, either they're tryin to make fun of Kentucky fried chicken ..."
"Or they're actually beyond hot... fried." Gunn laughed.
Spike rolled his eyes at Gunn's last flip "Kentucky it is"
-CURRENT TIME-
It was five in the afternoon and the girls were in they're rehearsal room ... or Buffy's basement.
"Now that we've practiced, checked our equipment for the what? 100th time and are sure about the set list ... we can talk about the important stuff.
What are you guys going to wear?"
"Buffy. It's nice to see that there's always the cheerleader just under the surface of the black leather trousers you're wearing."
"Oh yeah? Well, DawnIE, how about we talk about what's under your surface? Oh wait, I forgot, there's just... NOTHING!"
"Guys stop. If we really wanna get everything settled today you gotta stop fighting. Even Anya held back with her sex tales so be good and concentrate."
Both, Buffy and Dawn rolled their eyes at that. "Fine."
"Ok, but the clothing question IS important." Anya said.
"I think I'll go with the short, sexy, whore style. Mommy wants to get some tomorrow."
"Oh, no sex tales but hey, there's always the sexual comments left, right Anya"
"Yes Buffy, you gotta have some fun in your life..."
"Ok, I think, I'm going to wear my leather clads and a tank top."
"Oh, oh, the goth bitch style. As if you had to tell us that, we know you are"
"Dawnie, Dawnie, DawniE! I know you want to make fun of me as much as possible... just to draw the attention away from the fact that you're into that little blond keyboard player. What's his name again? Whatever, I bet you're thinkin about your outfit even more than ANY of us!"
Dawn blushed but soon realised everything Buffy said.
"His name's Connor!"
tbc ...
A/N
Unbeta'd cause I don't have one... sorry!
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