A/N: Okay, I went to the movies today, so not enough time to update all my fics… Glad everyone is likin' them!

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spikegothicchick: Well, Buffy came from LA, like in the show… 'cept she wasn't a Slayer and stuff… and she was really rebellious. She still looks like Sarah Michelle Gellar and stuff (for a visual) – thankyou for the review – tell me if I help at all with your question.

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Buffy looked out the window, watching the dark clouds threatening to rain. She smiled and waited. She loved the rain. In Sunnydale it was supposed to be warm and chirpy weather, but these past two days had been something else.

She looked over at the television, which had some lame cartoon on. Dawn used to love this when they lived together.

Buffy had lived with her once-upon-a-time. Dawnie was her kid sister, and she loved her to bits, but when her mum and dad split…

She hadn't seen Dawn for a good five years, seeing as her dad had taken claim over her. Her mum refused to go within three miles of him, which meant that Buffy would have to travel alone to see her, and she wasn't particularly interested in seeing her dad as well. Nor was she interested in leaving her mum to face Sunnydale for over a day.

Sighing, Buffy picked up her guitar and started to play. Something was still wrong… then she remembered. The backup. She needed to make the backup music.

She smiled and walked upstairs to the computer which was tucked away in the corner of the spare room.

Opening programs, she toyed with some sounds before inspiration struck.

Looking at the time in the bottom right of the screen, she noticed she'd been on the computer for over two hours. She's almost completely redone the song she'd been writing, lyrics and all, and was left with a final product. All she needed to do now was rehearse. And rehearse and rehearse and rehearse…

Then someone knocked on the door. Rehearsing could wait.

She ran downstairs and opened the door, to see Faith standing there, with a box wrapped in ribbon.

Buffy looked at the pretty little red ribbon on the black box and wondered what was inside. Then she put a smile on her face and looked up at Faith as if she hadn't even noticed the box.

Faith smiled right back, "Can I come in?"

Buffy stepped away from the door, welcoming her in.

Faith held out the box, "Now, this is a present, and you aren't to open it until Wednesday… You aren't going to school on Wednesday… are you?"

She laughed, "Doubt it. If I know my nerves, I'll barely make it there!"

"Aw, B, you'll do fine! Just keep remembering – A) You were born for this, and B) I believe you can."

Buffy blushed, taking the box gingerly, "Okay, I won't open it till Wednesday. Want a preview?"

Buffy paced back and forth with the remote in her hand, "God, I better not do that on Wednesday…"

"Sing into a remote?"

"Faith!" Buffy whined, throwing the television remote on the ground.

"Well, think about it. Why'd you freeze up?" Faith asked, referring to the past few minutes, when Buffy was demonstrating her song and forgot the words, and the music ran without her.

"I don't know! I think it was the whole audience thing… But I have to sing in front of over a hundred… over FIVE hundred people on Wednesday!" Buffy mumbled, walking over to the CD player and pausing the music.

"I dunno what to tell you, B-"

"What if everyone talks all the way through it… Or worse! What if no-one claps at the end… what if no-one knows when it's the end? What if I stuff up! Please, Faith, help me get out of it!" Buffy begged, trying her hardest not to break down completely and start crying.

"Buffy! I'm sure I have told you this before, but in case I haven't; you aren't Buffy Summers, sweet innocent virgin from the City of Angels," Buffy opened her mouth to object, or at the very most throw a comment in, "No, you aren't!" Faith continued, "You're Buffy Summers! Bad, scary, and rebellious from Los Angeles, baby!"

Buffy smiled weakly at Faith's attempt to make her feel better, "Thanks…"

"No, seriously, B… You gotta be her if you're gonna dance this dance. If you're gonna sing this song. You're gonna have to ditch Ms Sweet-n-Innocent and go for Miss Rebellious. Little miss Virgin ain't in for this ride. Now, what are you gonna do for the rest of the day?"

"Faith-"

"What are you gonna do for the rest of the day, B?"

"It's not that ea-"

"Buffy Anne Summers, what are you gonna do for the rest of the day?"

"I'm gonna sing my song…" Buffy mumbled.

"I'm sorry, what was that? I couldn't hear you."

"I'm gonna sing the fucking song, and I'm gonna sing it like a freaking angel!" Buffy yelled, head thrown back, eyes glimmering mischievously.

"Damn straight!" Faith said smiling, "Now you have three days to go, are you ready?"

"Not re-"

"Are you ready?"

"Yes."

A/N: Okay, another really really short chapter, I know, but I needed to waste another day… This whole one-day-per-chapter this is really dragging on. And sorry bout the slight course language – It was the only way it could be put, lol.

I hope you all liked it!