Chapter 5 time. I have been getting a few reviews saying I should have changed the characters.

Don't.

Because I don't care.

One of my faovirte songs, Tango Maureen. Or The Tango Angel as it is referred to here.

As Max and Iggy made themselves at home, Fang and Gazzy decided to check the answering machine. Gazzy had his camera out once again, screening the calls.

"Two new messages." Fang said, pressing the 'playback' button.

"Speak..."

Beep!

"Gazzy? You there? It's Angel."

"Oh, no." Gazzy rested his head one of his hands.

"Listen, the sound equipment broke down. Can you come down to the Lot and help me fix it in about half an hour? See you there!"

Beep!

Gazzy quickly deleted the message. "Please tell me you're not going?" Fang asked, downing the rest of his coffee.

Gazzy nodded. "Have to. If not for Angel, then for the performance."

"You've got a point. Never mind, let's just get to the other message."

Beep!

"Mark? You there, honey? Screening your calls again? It's Mom." A beat. "At this point you mut not be home, so I just wanted to call to wish you a happy day. Cindy and the kids are here, send they're love. Oh! Hope you like the hot plate. Just...don't leave it on like you did last time."

Gazzy laughed to himself at that.

"Oh, here, your father wants to-"

The phone fumbled. "Hey, Gaz! We're both sorry to hear bout Angel AN: they aren't related in this story.I'm not bold enough to do incest. So quit whining.. I say, c'est la vie! LET her be a lesbian. There are PLENTY of ladies out there. Merry Christmas!"

Beep!

Gazzy was smiling. He got up, walking over in a slow and undecided walk. "You know," he started, "There are times when we're dirt broke and hungry and freezing our asses off, and I say to myself...'Why the hell am I still living here?'" He motioned to the answering machine. "And then they call. And I remember..."

"HEY GUYS!" Max and Iggy walked over, grins on their faces. "We're going to a LifeSupport meeting. AN; no, that's not a typo. Wanna come, Fang?"

LifeSupport was a anoymonous group.

It was for AIDS victims.

"No, that's OK. Next time." Fang said, reaching for his guitar.

"Come ON, Fang! It cold really help!" Iggy protested, puckering up for the camera Gazzy was holding. "Pleeeaaaaaaase?"

"Next time. I promise." Fang said reassuringly.

Max rolled her eyes. "Your loss."

"I'll go." Gazzy said. "I'll be a little late, though. I have to fix Angel's equipment for tonight."

"'Kay, see you then, hun!"

"Zoom in; Gazzy on his way to the Elenvth Street Lot. Daaaaaaangerous territory." He knocoed his leg into a shopping cart. "Ow! Shit! Anyway, will he make it out alive?" He looked back the shopping cart. "There isn't much hope."
"FUCK!" She stamped her foot onto the cold gravel. Three hours, three FUCKING HOURS. She had an important case but NOOOOO-

"Excuse me."

A man's voice. She turned around, finding a man standing there. "I'm supposed to be helping out with the sound?"

Oh, no. "You're Gaz!"

He widened his eyes. "Nudge!"

Nudge groaned. "I TOLD her not to call you!"

Gazzy sighed. "Is there anything I can do?" He asked.

"I already called a mechanic." Nudge said.

DENIED.

"...Oh." Gazzy said. He started to walk away. "Well, nice to have met you then."

Nudge sighed. "Wait!"

Gazzy turned around.

"He's three hours late."

They paused for a minuted, then Gazzy reluctantly walked back to Nudge.

"Alright, I'll see what I can do."

Song: Tango Angel.

"The samples won't delay, but the cable-" Nudge began to explain.

"There's another way." Gazzy said, smiling. He played with a few of the wires. "Say something, anything."

Nudge stepped to the mic. "Test, one, two, three."

Gazzy winced slightly. "Anything but...that." He said uncomfortably. He shifted his scarf, warmed his hands.

"This is weird." Nudge said, breaking the ice.

"It's weird." Gazzy nodded.

"Really weird."

"FUCKING weird."

"I'm so mad, I don't know what to do." Nudge walked away, mumbling to herself.

"Fighting with, microphones, freezing down to my bones, and TO TOP IT ALL OFF, I'm with YOU!"

Gazzy rolled his eyes, knowing where this was going. "Feel like going INSANE? Gotta FIRE in your brain? And you're THINKING of DRINKING some flames from hell?"

"As a matter of fact-"

"Honey, I know this ACT!" He cut Nudge off. "It's called, the Tango Angel."

...And here I'll stop. Cuz I'm a fucking whore. Throw stuff at me. I'll finish this tomorrow. I'm hoping to start somehting else, too. Lemme Borrow That Top update coming tonight. For now...bleh im doing this for the word count. Sue me. XDD