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Part 11: Centre Stage
See Part 1 for disclaimer, ratings and summary.
A/N: OK- HERE'S THE DEAL. I KNOW MY FORMATTING SCREWED UP. I
DON'T KNOW HOW TO CHANGE IT WITHOUT RE-WRITING THE WHOLE DAMN
CHAPTER, SO GO WITH IT. WANT TO READ IT WITHOUT THE SCREWED UP
BITS? W W W. SPUFFYFANTASY . COM (HOPEFULLY THEY DON'T KICK THIS
OFF CAUSE OF THAT). Any songs or lyrics mentioned/used in this
part are property of Bruce Springsteen (although altered a bit
because that is the way Ghost of the Robot sang them) and Sheryl
Crow.
PLEASE REVIEW!!! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"OK, we go to the club, you go up on stage, do your thing for a few hours, then what?" Buffy asked as they walked out of the hotel later in the evening to head back the club. Buffy decided to play casual cool in a pair dark blue jeans and a black halter top with a small clutch big enough to carry her cell, pepper spray and some money, since the club wasn't a real dance club, just a small hotspot to go to listen to bands. Spike was dressed down as well, for comfort and to perform, in a pair of jeans, sneakers and a red t-shirt. When Buffy asked about the duster and combat boots he told her that his image was on vacation for the night, which she laughed at.
"Then we go home and go to bed, luv. Early call time for the set, right?" He told her as they got into the cab they called.
"No after parties? No wild shindigs to celebrate?" Buffy teased him.
"Not for a gig like this, not for a 9 am call time for the set, not at my age." Spike told her.
"'At your age'. You fool. You're only- what twenty-five?" Buffy poked him in his ribs.
"Lived more in these twenty-five years than a lot of people." He looked almost sad and Buffy wanted to squeeze him tight, tell him it was going to be ok. But she couldn't. Not after the rules she had laid down for them that afternoon, and not after vowing to herself that she wouldn't muddle things up for them on the set.
"Well tonight you can show me a little bit of that living that you have done, up there in the spotlight." Buffy said, to try to lighten the mood. Spike turned to her and studied her for a moment before giving her a small smirk.
"I think I can do that."
* * * * *
Buffy got to see all the behind the scenes stuff that she wanted as performance time neared for the band. They were calm and cool, whereas Buffy was nervous for them. She had never really been to any kind of concert in her life as Sunnydale was so small so even this little show was a big deal for her. The members of 'Band of Buggered' milled about, chatting with their small entourage of girlfriends and managers and stagehands, the club owners and some lucky fans who got backstage. Spike tried to stay by Buffy's side as much as possible but his job kept him away. Instead she talked with Anya and Amy and took in all the new sights and sounds.
"Alright luv, we're on. Just go out, sit back and enjoy."
"Well break a leg, ok? Can I say that? Is that ok to say?" Buffy asked, worried she had jinxed them. Spike just laughed.
"It's fine. But there is something you could do to make it better." He said, slyly. Buffy narrowed her eyes.
"What?"
"Kiss for luck?" Spike grinned. Buffy rolled her eyes at him, but before he turned, defeated, to follow the rest of the band to the stage she gave him a peck on the cheek.
"Happy?" She asked.
"Getting there." He disappeared into the darkness of the backstage area as she let Amy and Anya lead her back to the front where their table was.
Spike had a grin on his face the whole time they took their places on the stage. He had already started to break down her defenses, which tickled him pink. He'd get through to her eventually and she'd realize how easy it was to want to be with him.
* * * * * *
The screams of the girls in the audience were making Buffy's ears ring. Not that she didn't understand why they were screaming. Spike was hot. He was on fire. He made her want to jump him here in front of the four hundred or so fans that there were here. He strutted across the stage like he owned it, he sang as if he was ravaged with need for the subject of his song and he was sweaty and glistening under the hot lights. His whole persona had changed. He was not the attentive, persistent guy that she had grown used to in the past forty-eight hours, but a snarling, swaggering bad- boy dreamboat. He worked the crowd well, talking to them, laughing with them, making them scream for more. "Yeah, but have any of them really kissed you? Made your toes curl and your blood boil? Made you want to scream so loudly from want and need that you'd wake up the neighbors and then kiss you past caring about it?" She remembered him telling her this just today, before they had shared that amazing kiss that would have ended up who knows where if Wes hadn't called.
She was having fun. Spike and the boys made sure that they gave an entertaining performance and sang all of the audience's favorite songs. They didn't really have a set schedule that they were playing by so whatever people yelled out, they played if they could. Anya and Amy got into it as well, not just yelling up songs but comments that were meant to make the band blush. Some of the other people in the audience looked at their table with envy, knowing that they had some connection to the band, others looked on with pure hatred for the same reason. Buffy had stayed quiet for the most part, talking with Anya and Amy and finally getting to enjoy the show that she had missed at the rehearsal.
They had been performing for about an hour when Spike decided to single Buffy out of the crowd. He didn't point her out or say her name to embarrass her but he dedicated their song "Dangerous" to her, or rather the 'only chit who could ever take me down with a swing of her mighty fist or within three seconds of opening her mouth' to which he waggled his eyebrows suggestively, implying something more insidious than what he actually meant. He shot a quick look her way and grinned so that she knew that she was the focus of his declaration. Anya and Amy just looked at her with knowing looks, and giggled. I don't think you know my name
I think you'd leave me standing in the rain
Pretty little girl, got a thing for me
But you'd cut me open and let me bleed
That little shit. Buffy thought, not upset by it, knowing it was all in good fun. She was flattered, really, that he had done it. But that didn't mean she wasn't going to get back at him. Once he started his next song, laughing and joking with the crowd she stood up before he started to sing and yelled out very loudly, "Ooh baby! Take it off!"
Spike grew very red and almost missed his cue, but managed to make it through the song, the whole time staring at her as she tried hard not to laugh. She wasn't sure if it would work because she knew that he probably got these requests all the time, what with him being so hot, but coming from her she thought it might throw him for a loop- which it did quite successfully.
I'm driving in your car
I turn on the radio You're pulling me close I just say no I say I don't like it But girl you know I'm a liar Cause when we kiss
Ooh Fire
He played to the audience with this song, dropping his voice low and sexy, staring at certain people with a piercing gaze.
Romeo and Juliet Sampson and Delilah Baby you can bet their love couldn't be denied My words say split But my words they lie Cause when we kiss Fire Fire
"You are bad! You made me fuck up the song!" He pointed at her from the stage, laughing at her as the audience hooted and hollered. Buffy blushed but laughed along with him. Amy and Anya grinned at her, laughing as well.
The three girls laughed and talked amongst themselves as the band set up for their next song. The stage went dark and haunting piano music filled the club. Buffy looked up, expecting to see Spike singing but saw only Charlie on stage, performing solo. Out of the shadows Spike appeared to her right and took a seat at their table.
"Enjoying the show are we, luv?" Spike asked grinning at her. Buffy giggled at him, humored that she had made him uncomfortable.
"Hope you had your fun. Cause you're up next luv." He told her and her face dropped.
"What?" She asked, her face dropping.
"You're going to sing."
"Uh, no. I'm not." She informed him.
"Yeah, you are. It's either that or I embarrass you to death for the rest of the night. I'm sure I can come up with a few nuggets of information for the crowd to feast on." Spike quickly clarified his statement when he saw her face pale when she thought he would tell everyone her secrets that she had told him last night. "Nothing like that, pet. I'm thinking more along the lines of how many lines you flub up, how long you have to spend in the makeup chair, how much you love making out with me when we're filming. And I know there are some reporters in the audience."
"You jerk, you wouldn't!" She playfully punched him when she saw his grin. "I cannot go up there and sing."
"Sure you can. You get to pick the song as long as we can play it. You'll be great. And the other girls have done it." He gestured to Amy and Anya who were looking on with interest. "It's all in fun, luv. Come on up and shake you're thang." Spike's attempt at cool was diminished slightly by his English accept.
"I can't sing."
"I've heard you sing, luv. You're good."
"But some people do it better than others."
"Only according to the person listening. Come on. It'll be a lot of fun. Come on up and let loose. You know you want to." His voice dropped low, becoming sexier than ever, which Buffy found hard to resist.
"I might suck."
"You might be really great."
"I might embarrass you."
"You might make us all proud."
"I might shove your nose into your brain."
Spike bit back the comment of 'I might kiss you' so he wouldn't get her fist in his face and smirked instead. "Come back stage and we'll pick you a song."
Buffy hid her head in her arms, patted on the shoulders by Anya and Amy. "You'll be great Buffy." Anya encouraged her. Amy just nodded. "We've all done it," she continued. "You'll rock the house."
"Yeah, but I might make it crumble to the ground." She told them as Spike took her hand and led her backstage. Aaron and Kevin hooted when Buffy was brought backstage, "Fresh meat!"
"Guys, lay off, eh?" Spike warned them. Buffy was unsure of how to react to this situation. She was scared out of her wits for having to go up on stage in front of everyone but at the same time she was excited at being able to try to wow everyone, most importantly Spike. She had done extensive training with musical theatre in university, as she'd told him, so she knew she could hold her own, getting up on stage in front of anyone, especially cold, was daunting.
"What are you up to, luv? We can play just about anything and make it sound half-decent." Spike told her.
"Um, I'm really not sure. I just sing along to whatever is on the radio usually." "OK, well lets see what we can do then." Spike said as the group began throwing out a few suggestions. Finally, ten minutes later and three Charlie-sung songs later they decided on the song that she would sing.
Buffy suddenly got butterflies in her stomach as she realized that she would be up there in front of four hundred people. Sure, millions saw her movies but if she screwed up there the flubs went to the blooper reel, usually never to be broadcast publicly. Just go out there and do you thing. Suck it up, princess! You were in front of more people than this in university!
Spike knew that Buffy was uneasy at the thought of going out on stage with them, but he had confidence in her. After the sample he had witnessed in the hotel room he wanted to see how she did when the pressure was on. Unless she cracked and then that would just be embarrassing. Don't think like that mate! Watch her go out there and leave your mouth hanging open.
The rest of the band hustled out to the stage, leaving Buffy in the wings, waiting to be called out. The crowd went wild at the site of them only increasing Buffy's anxiety. These people had come here for them not her.
"Alright, ladies and gents. We have a special surprise for you tonight. As many as you know we like to put unsuspecting guinea pigs on the spot here and tonight is no different. This time however, we have someone you might have all heard of to rock the house. So put your hands together for one Demon Hunter, Buffy Summers!" Spike announced into the microphone. The crowd gave a healthy applause, with some hoots and hollers from the male audience members when they saw Buffy step into the spotlight. She smiled at them tentatively but as soon as she took her position at the microphone a calm fell over her.
I left a man Asleep in the nude His name in my pocket With lipstick and rouge
Buffy's voiced dropped, low and seductive as the band took their cues from her to start the song. Spike just watched her, as she wrapped her hand around the microphone and crooned into it, in a way that made him strain dangerously in his jeans. His guitar thankfully covered that part of his body, making his situation less embarrassing.
Everything I've ever wanted What a lovely pie you've baked Is anybody listening? Why the painted bird never flies away It's just an ordinary morning It's just an ordinary day And I'm just an ordinary woman Slipping away
She was really doing it. She owned the crowd, she owned the band. This was her stage at that very moment.
The walls have been talking About me again I'm good for a joke but when I awoke The dream didn't end
She strutted around a little, pausing by Spike to sing to him, tempting him, hypnotizing him with her hooded eyes and sensual moves. His pants became painfully tight as he watched her saunter back to the microphone stand, a little sway to her walk.
Now every time I turn around I'm only Sleeping John Is anybody out there? And the wounded bird still sings Ooh It's just an ordinary morning It's just an ordinary day And I'm just an ordinary woman Slipping away Don't you want to slip away
She gave all she had to finish the song, which brought thunderous applause and catcalls from the jazzed audience. When the song finally ended Buffy blushed harder than she thought she ever had, slightly embarrassed that she had slipped into the role of sultry singer so easily. Well being an actress, isn't that the point you moron?
"Alright guys, we're going to take a short intermission. Don't miss us too much." Spike murmured into the mic, eliciting another round of applause before ushering Buffy offstage where he grabbed her around the waist and twirled her around. He set her down and looked deep into her eyes, the spark from her performance still hovering around them, increasing their heartbeats. He opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by the rest of the band and Anya and Amy.
"Woo! That was amazing Buffy! Where'd you ever hide that voice of yours? Hell, where'd you learn that voice?" Charlie whooped.
"Theatre in university." She told him.
"Wow. Ok guys we have to figure out what's what for the next set." Charlie changed the focus back to business, which drew a sigh of relief from Buffy. She just wanted to come down off her high and recall the thrill of being on stage, especially with Spike.
OK, so the two day, stop hating each other experiment was a success Wes. Now, how do we stop from liking each other more than we should? Buffy wondered to herself, watching Spike out of the corner of her eye as she tried to squelch the voice inside her that told her to jump his sexy bones. Yeah, I'd say we're crossing over into the naughty liking area. Oh boy.
See Part 1 for disclaimer, ratings and summary.
A/N: OK- HERE'S THE DEAL. I KNOW MY FORMATTING SCREWED UP. I
DON'T KNOW HOW TO CHANGE IT WITHOUT RE-WRITING THE WHOLE DAMN
CHAPTER, SO GO WITH IT. WANT TO READ IT WITHOUT THE SCREWED UP
BITS? W W W. SPUFFYFANTASY . COM (HOPEFULLY THEY DON'T KICK THIS
OFF CAUSE OF THAT). Any songs or lyrics mentioned/used in this
part are property of Bruce Springsteen (although altered a bit
because that is the way Ghost of the Robot sang them) and Sheryl
Crow.
PLEASE REVIEW!!! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"OK, we go to the club, you go up on stage, do your thing for a few hours, then what?" Buffy asked as they walked out of the hotel later in the evening to head back the club. Buffy decided to play casual cool in a pair dark blue jeans and a black halter top with a small clutch big enough to carry her cell, pepper spray and some money, since the club wasn't a real dance club, just a small hotspot to go to listen to bands. Spike was dressed down as well, for comfort and to perform, in a pair of jeans, sneakers and a red t-shirt. When Buffy asked about the duster and combat boots he told her that his image was on vacation for the night, which she laughed at.
"Then we go home and go to bed, luv. Early call time for the set, right?" He told her as they got into the cab they called.
"No after parties? No wild shindigs to celebrate?" Buffy teased him.
"Not for a gig like this, not for a 9 am call time for the set, not at my age." Spike told her.
"'At your age'. You fool. You're only- what twenty-five?" Buffy poked him in his ribs.
"Lived more in these twenty-five years than a lot of people." He looked almost sad and Buffy wanted to squeeze him tight, tell him it was going to be ok. But she couldn't. Not after the rules she had laid down for them that afternoon, and not after vowing to herself that she wouldn't muddle things up for them on the set.
"Well tonight you can show me a little bit of that living that you have done, up there in the spotlight." Buffy said, to try to lighten the mood. Spike turned to her and studied her for a moment before giving her a small smirk.
"I think I can do that."
* * * * *
Buffy got to see all the behind the scenes stuff that she wanted as performance time neared for the band. They were calm and cool, whereas Buffy was nervous for them. She had never really been to any kind of concert in her life as Sunnydale was so small so even this little show was a big deal for her. The members of 'Band of Buggered' milled about, chatting with their small entourage of girlfriends and managers and stagehands, the club owners and some lucky fans who got backstage. Spike tried to stay by Buffy's side as much as possible but his job kept him away. Instead she talked with Anya and Amy and took in all the new sights and sounds.
"Alright luv, we're on. Just go out, sit back and enjoy."
"Well break a leg, ok? Can I say that? Is that ok to say?" Buffy asked, worried she had jinxed them. Spike just laughed.
"It's fine. But there is something you could do to make it better." He said, slyly. Buffy narrowed her eyes.
"What?"
"Kiss for luck?" Spike grinned. Buffy rolled her eyes at him, but before he turned, defeated, to follow the rest of the band to the stage she gave him a peck on the cheek.
"Happy?" She asked.
"Getting there." He disappeared into the darkness of the backstage area as she let Amy and Anya lead her back to the front where their table was.
Spike had a grin on his face the whole time they took their places on the stage. He had already started to break down her defenses, which tickled him pink. He'd get through to her eventually and she'd realize how easy it was to want to be with him.
* * * * * *
The screams of the girls in the audience were making Buffy's ears ring. Not that she didn't understand why they were screaming. Spike was hot. He was on fire. He made her want to jump him here in front of the four hundred or so fans that there were here. He strutted across the stage like he owned it, he sang as if he was ravaged with need for the subject of his song and he was sweaty and glistening under the hot lights. His whole persona had changed. He was not the attentive, persistent guy that she had grown used to in the past forty-eight hours, but a snarling, swaggering bad- boy dreamboat. He worked the crowd well, talking to them, laughing with them, making them scream for more. "Yeah, but have any of them really kissed you? Made your toes curl and your blood boil? Made you want to scream so loudly from want and need that you'd wake up the neighbors and then kiss you past caring about it?" She remembered him telling her this just today, before they had shared that amazing kiss that would have ended up who knows where if Wes hadn't called.
She was having fun. Spike and the boys made sure that they gave an entertaining performance and sang all of the audience's favorite songs. They didn't really have a set schedule that they were playing by so whatever people yelled out, they played if they could. Anya and Amy got into it as well, not just yelling up songs but comments that were meant to make the band blush. Some of the other people in the audience looked at their table with envy, knowing that they had some connection to the band, others looked on with pure hatred for the same reason. Buffy had stayed quiet for the most part, talking with Anya and Amy and finally getting to enjoy the show that she had missed at the rehearsal.
They had been performing for about an hour when Spike decided to single Buffy out of the crowd. He didn't point her out or say her name to embarrass her but he dedicated their song "Dangerous" to her, or rather the 'only chit who could ever take me down with a swing of her mighty fist or within three seconds of opening her mouth' to which he waggled his eyebrows suggestively, implying something more insidious than what he actually meant. He shot a quick look her way and grinned so that she knew that she was the focus of his declaration. Anya and Amy just looked at her with knowing looks, and giggled. I don't think you know my name
I think you'd leave me standing in the rain
Pretty little girl, got a thing for me
But you'd cut me open and let me bleed
That little shit. Buffy thought, not upset by it, knowing it was all in good fun. She was flattered, really, that he had done it. But that didn't mean she wasn't going to get back at him. Once he started his next song, laughing and joking with the crowd she stood up before he started to sing and yelled out very loudly, "Ooh baby! Take it off!"
Spike grew very red and almost missed his cue, but managed to make it through the song, the whole time staring at her as she tried hard not to laugh. She wasn't sure if it would work because she knew that he probably got these requests all the time, what with him being so hot, but coming from her she thought it might throw him for a loop- which it did quite successfully.
I'm driving in your car
I turn on the radio You're pulling me close I just say no I say I don't like it But girl you know I'm a liar Cause when we kiss
Ooh Fire
He played to the audience with this song, dropping his voice low and sexy, staring at certain people with a piercing gaze.
Romeo and Juliet Sampson and Delilah Baby you can bet their love couldn't be denied My words say split But my words they lie Cause when we kiss Fire Fire
"You are bad! You made me fuck up the song!" He pointed at her from the stage, laughing at her as the audience hooted and hollered. Buffy blushed but laughed along with him. Amy and Anya grinned at her, laughing as well.
The three girls laughed and talked amongst themselves as the band set up for their next song. The stage went dark and haunting piano music filled the club. Buffy looked up, expecting to see Spike singing but saw only Charlie on stage, performing solo. Out of the shadows Spike appeared to her right and took a seat at their table.
"Enjoying the show are we, luv?" Spike asked grinning at her. Buffy giggled at him, humored that she had made him uncomfortable.
"Hope you had your fun. Cause you're up next luv." He told her and her face dropped.
"What?" She asked, her face dropping.
"You're going to sing."
"Uh, no. I'm not." She informed him.
"Yeah, you are. It's either that or I embarrass you to death for the rest of the night. I'm sure I can come up with a few nuggets of information for the crowd to feast on." Spike quickly clarified his statement when he saw her face pale when she thought he would tell everyone her secrets that she had told him last night. "Nothing like that, pet. I'm thinking more along the lines of how many lines you flub up, how long you have to spend in the makeup chair, how much you love making out with me when we're filming. And I know there are some reporters in the audience."
"You jerk, you wouldn't!" She playfully punched him when she saw his grin. "I cannot go up there and sing."
"Sure you can. You get to pick the song as long as we can play it. You'll be great. And the other girls have done it." He gestured to Amy and Anya who were looking on with interest. "It's all in fun, luv. Come on up and shake you're thang." Spike's attempt at cool was diminished slightly by his English accept.
"I can't sing."
"I've heard you sing, luv. You're good."
"But some people do it better than others."
"Only according to the person listening. Come on. It'll be a lot of fun. Come on up and let loose. You know you want to." His voice dropped low, becoming sexier than ever, which Buffy found hard to resist.
"I might suck."
"You might be really great."
"I might embarrass you."
"You might make us all proud."
"I might shove your nose into your brain."
Spike bit back the comment of 'I might kiss you' so he wouldn't get her fist in his face and smirked instead. "Come back stage and we'll pick you a song."
Buffy hid her head in her arms, patted on the shoulders by Anya and Amy. "You'll be great Buffy." Anya encouraged her. Amy just nodded. "We've all done it," she continued. "You'll rock the house."
"Yeah, but I might make it crumble to the ground." She told them as Spike took her hand and led her backstage. Aaron and Kevin hooted when Buffy was brought backstage, "Fresh meat!"
"Guys, lay off, eh?" Spike warned them. Buffy was unsure of how to react to this situation. She was scared out of her wits for having to go up on stage in front of everyone but at the same time she was excited at being able to try to wow everyone, most importantly Spike. She had done extensive training with musical theatre in university, as she'd told him, so she knew she could hold her own, getting up on stage in front of anyone, especially cold, was daunting.
"What are you up to, luv? We can play just about anything and make it sound half-decent." Spike told her.
"Um, I'm really not sure. I just sing along to whatever is on the radio usually." "OK, well lets see what we can do then." Spike said as the group began throwing out a few suggestions. Finally, ten minutes later and three Charlie-sung songs later they decided on the song that she would sing.
Buffy suddenly got butterflies in her stomach as she realized that she would be up there in front of four hundred people. Sure, millions saw her movies but if she screwed up there the flubs went to the blooper reel, usually never to be broadcast publicly. Just go out there and do you thing. Suck it up, princess! You were in front of more people than this in university!
Spike knew that Buffy was uneasy at the thought of going out on stage with them, but he had confidence in her. After the sample he had witnessed in the hotel room he wanted to see how she did when the pressure was on. Unless she cracked and then that would just be embarrassing. Don't think like that mate! Watch her go out there and leave your mouth hanging open.
The rest of the band hustled out to the stage, leaving Buffy in the wings, waiting to be called out. The crowd went wild at the site of them only increasing Buffy's anxiety. These people had come here for them not her.
"Alright, ladies and gents. We have a special surprise for you tonight. As many as you know we like to put unsuspecting guinea pigs on the spot here and tonight is no different. This time however, we have someone you might have all heard of to rock the house. So put your hands together for one Demon Hunter, Buffy Summers!" Spike announced into the microphone. The crowd gave a healthy applause, with some hoots and hollers from the male audience members when they saw Buffy step into the spotlight. She smiled at them tentatively but as soon as she took her position at the microphone a calm fell over her.
I left a man Asleep in the nude His name in my pocket With lipstick and rouge
Buffy's voiced dropped, low and seductive as the band took their cues from her to start the song. Spike just watched her, as she wrapped her hand around the microphone and crooned into it, in a way that made him strain dangerously in his jeans. His guitar thankfully covered that part of his body, making his situation less embarrassing.
Everything I've ever wanted What a lovely pie you've baked Is anybody listening? Why the painted bird never flies away It's just an ordinary morning It's just an ordinary day And I'm just an ordinary woman Slipping away
She was really doing it. She owned the crowd, she owned the band. This was her stage at that very moment.
The walls have been talking About me again I'm good for a joke but when I awoke The dream didn't end
She strutted around a little, pausing by Spike to sing to him, tempting him, hypnotizing him with her hooded eyes and sensual moves. His pants became painfully tight as he watched her saunter back to the microphone stand, a little sway to her walk.
Now every time I turn around I'm only Sleeping John Is anybody out there? And the wounded bird still sings Ooh It's just an ordinary morning It's just an ordinary day And I'm just an ordinary woman Slipping away Don't you want to slip away
She gave all she had to finish the song, which brought thunderous applause and catcalls from the jazzed audience. When the song finally ended Buffy blushed harder than she thought she ever had, slightly embarrassed that she had slipped into the role of sultry singer so easily. Well being an actress, isn't that the point you moron?
"Alright guys, we're going to take a short intermission. Don't miss us too much." Spike murmured into the mic, eliciting another round of applause before ushering Buffy offstage where he grabbed her around the waist and twirled her around. He set her down and looked deep into her eyes, the spark from her performance still hovering around them, increasing their heartbeats. He opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by the rest of the band and Anya and Amy.
"Woo! That was amazing Buffy! Where'd you ever hide that voice of yours? Hell, where'd you learn that voice?" Charlie whooped.
"Theatre in university." She told him.
"Wow. Ok guys we have to figure out what's what for the next set." Charlie changed the focus back to business, which drew a sigh of relief from Buffy. She just wanted to come down off her high and recall the thrill of being on stage, especially with Spike.
OK, so the two day, stop hating each other experiment was a success Wes. Now, how do we stop from liking each other more than we should? Buffy wondered to herself, watching Spike out of the corner of her eye as she tried to squelch the voice inside her that told her to jump his sexy bones. Yeah, I'd say we're crossing over into the naughty liking area. Oh boy.