A/N: Three updates in one week, do you think perhaps I'm avoiding a certain other story of mine? XD Lots of thanks to CrayolaxSmiles who helped me out with the drabble and checked it through for me. I advise you all to read her fics, she's an amazingly talented writer and a sweetheart on top of it :)
Would love to read some reviews on it and especially receive some feedback on my writing as I feel like it's lacking something these days.
Much love;

Scaramouche gave a hard swallow as her dry throat refused to co-operate with her

Scaramouche gave a hard swallow as her dry throat refused to co-operate with her. The trusted mighty axe hung on its strap securely over her shoulder, and she knew it couldn't help her, not really. Somehow though, she still found herself grasping it tightly in the hopes that it might bring her some luck. She took a deep breath as she stepped forward into the spotlight adjacent to Galileo who beamed across at her encouragingly.

"Too late, my time has come. Sent shivers down my spine, my body's aching all the time." Her throat gave a painful twinge as she pushed her voice a little more, her gaze transfixed on her microphone stand. "Goodbye everybody, I've got to go-" And right then was when disaster struck. Well, it was disaster according to Scaramouche, anyway. Her voice gave an almighty crack, taking her by shock and making her step backwards.

Galileo gave her a supportive nod but she was frozen to the spot; opening her mouth she tried to regain herself, "G-gotta leave it all-" she stopped again realizing that she was now out of time. Screwing her face up in annoyance, she kicked at the drum set on stage and stormed off, leaving Galileo to pick up the vocals.

"Mamma, oooh-" Galileo's voice sounded uncertain as his eyes followed Scaramouche off stage. Resisting the internal battle to follow her he turned back round to face the crowd. After all, the only thing that mattered was giving the audience a good show… right?

As Scaramouche stamped her way through the wings she passed Pop who shook his head slowly at her. "I'm not a bloody singer Pop, I'm a guitarist!" as he raised an eyebrow at her, she added, "I bet they never made Hendrix sing!"

Pop made to tell her otherwise but she'd already pushed past him and could be heard huffing and puffing her way down the corridor. Shrugging, Pop took his hip flask from his pocket and took a brief swig from it, before edging closer to the stage, ready for his own cue to clear down the equipment.

"More!" the audience roared excitedly, a sea of ignited lighters and waving hands. It was difficult to deny them what they were chanting so avidly for. The band made to strike up one last song and, taking a brief glance off stage to see that Scaramouche most certainly wasn't waiting there for him, Galileo reluctantly stepped forward to his microphone and resumed singing.

Twenty minutes later, an adrenaline-high band clattered down the corridor of the venue they had just played at. Offering high-fives and talking loudly and animatedly, each was congratulating the others on a job well done. As they all smugly remarked about how fantastically they had played, they found it disconcertingly easy to forget that they were missing one band member.

"Gazza baby, what're you drinking?" they had now entered the bustling bar, the numerous exhausted band members, techies and venue staff filled the small space, their body heat making the room stuffy and almost unbearable. The stale smell of sweat and smoke seeped through the crowds, clinging to the noses of all who entered. Galileo wrinkled his own nose and coughed as a particularly large man exhaled a long stream of cigar smoke across from him.

"Uhm…" Galileo shifted his weight from one foot to the other, feeling awkward and uncomfortable, "I'm just going to go and grab something from the dressing room." He called across the heads of the people who had now pushed in front of him.

Using his elbows he pushed his way out into the now bustling corridor, feeling hands clap him over his back as people exclaimed, "There he is!" Emitting a nervous laugh, he smiled weakly at them and quickened his pace; Truth be told, he'd never been great in busy spaces, especially without a certain someone's hand to hold.

As he pushed the door open to the dressing room he inhaled sharply, his head finally feeling clear now that he was alone. Raising his pale hands to his face he rubbed at his eyes and blinked a few times. Just as he thought he'd caught his breath, it escaped him yet again, as he found himself jumping slightly with the realization that there was someone else in the room.

It was Scaramouche. A curled up ball on the floor her legs crossed beneath her and her elbows propped on her knees, a veil of purple hair covering her face. He knelt down to her level and lifted her face with her chin. As they both looked up, Galileo let out a gasp, noticing, for the first time upon entering, the state of the room. Well, the state of the war zone was a better description, really.

It seemed that nothing in the dressing room had been left unturned. Cushions had been torn, leaving a trail of feathers across the floor as if a coop of chickens had been sacrificed and the walls bore the dirty footprints of a rather small pair of combat boots. Even the presumably antique television hadn't been untouched, as it was now suffering the consequences of having a chair thrown with force at its screen. The only things that seemed to have survived the human hurricane had been the almighty Axe and little Miss Scaramouche herself.

Galileo stared open mouthed across at her, "Scaramouche this is…"

"Stupid, I know." She interjected, rolling her eyes.

"I've never seen anything so…" He closed his mouth, shook his head and then opened it again.

"Pathetic, I know." She shot him a fierce glare.

"Rock and roll!" his eyes bulged as he grinned wildly back at her.

She looked at him strangely for a second, processing his words. After a moment's thought, she beamed back at him briefly before throwing herself into his arms, clinging tightly around his neck. She clutched him onto him, presumably using all the force in her small body, swinging her legs around his waist. "You don't even know what 'Rock and Roll' is, do you Gazza Fizza?" she giggled into his ear. It was then that he could smell the stench of whiskey on her breath.

"I believe it's something along the lines of storming off stage, getting drunk on your own with a bottle of whiskey and trashing the dressing room for no apparent reason." he chuckled and kissed at the end of her nose. "Did anyone ever tell you that you're absolutely crazy?"

She gave a lopsided smile and crossed her eyes, "I believe so." She gave him a playful bite on his cheek. "You should try it sometime- it's quite fun."

"But what could be more 'Rock and Roll' than this?" he questioned, teasingly snapping his teeth at her and making her emit a screech.

"Well there is just one other thing." she narrowed her eyes, pushing him down forcefully so that he lay on his back.

"Scaramouche!" Galileo gave a nervous laugh as he ran a hand across her thigh, "Everyone will be back soon, and we'll be caught."

Scaramouche gave a sly grin as she undid the buttons of Galileo's shirt. "That's 'Rock and Roll' baby."