“I can’t believe we’re actually doing this… I can’t believe WE'RE actually doing this!”
Sighing, Cordelia leans against the wall of the elevator. “Will you shut up already? Holy shit Buff! I mean we’re already here so we might as well rock out our hardest”
“She’s right Buff," Willow puts her hand on her shoulder and smiles, offering what little comfort she could. “You’ll do fine”
Buffy smiles thankfully at her friend as the elevator door opens. The four girls walk out into the large open flat, filled with people of all sorts. Cordelia walks out in front of the rest and stops with her hands on her hips. “Wow, there has to be at least twenty different bands here!”
“Actually there are Twenty-five”
Hearing the strange voice, the girls turn around to find a tall woman with long black hair and a snotty, unimpressed air about her. “That’s twenty-six if you all are here for the audition…”
Faith rolls her eyes sarcastically at the new woman. “No, actually we just showed up here on the day of the audition with all of our instruments just for the hell of it”
The toffee-nosed woman rolls her eyes and sighs as if this whole ordeal was exasperating to her. She flips the page on her clipboard and pulls the pen from behind her ear. “Well I’m going to need your names and the name of your ‘band’”
There is a slight pause. Looking around Buffy suddenly realize that she was talking directly to her. Clearing her throat, she begins “Oh um…. Well I'm Buffy Summers. This is Cordelia Chase, Faith Chambers, and Willow Rosenberg.”
The woman nods and scribbles down on her note pad. “Yes, yes and your band?”
“Um… The slayerettes”
“How original…” The woman mumble under her breath as she writes it down and Faith jus happens to over hear her.
Already annoyed with her, Faith raise your eyebrow let her tone slip to be on the verge of intimidating. “Excuse me? Did you say something?”
She looks up at her startled as if surprised she was heard. She quickly tries to fix it “I said you guys can go and wait for your name to be called”
*******
“I’m really not looking forward to this” Xander closes his eyes and rubs them having been woken up earlier then normal.
“I’ll second that” Riley adds mid yawn.
“Oh come on guys quite complaining. This’ll be fun”
Xander looks at Angel cynically. “Says you”
Angel looks over at his cousin for back up. “Come on Spike help me out here”
The bleached blond shakes his head “Sorry mate, as much as it pains me to admit it I have to agree with Harris. Honestly I think this is a bloody waste of time. Plus, I'm exhausted.”
“Well we’re doing this and that’s final”
"We’re doing this…” Spike mimics “Of course we’re doing this; I mean we came didn’t we?”
Angel nods “Slightly forced but yes”
The elevator door opens and the group exits; they are immediately hit by their productions manager, Drusilla Long. “Good morning boys”
They all ray a series of sleepy hellos. Angel, being the most bright eyed and bushy tailed of the group, takes the conversations. “So Dru, what’s the final count?”
She looks down at her clipboard and browses through the sheets of paper. “Twenty-seven bands and two solo acts.”
Angel turns to the rest of his band mates “See guys I told you we only needed one audition”
Spike looks you disgustedly into the crowd “How do we know that even one of them qualifies?”
“Twenty-Seven bands Spike! There has to be at least one that will work”
Spike shoves his hands into his pockets, still scanning the crowd. “Not necessarily… I mean they haven’t even noticed we’re here… Talking about them nonetheless”
"Shut Up Spike – it's your fault we have to do last minute!"
"Look, I said I'm sorry ok?"
Dru steps in between the bickering cousins. "Gentlemen please! You can fight another time, but right now we need to get started. Now, do you want to talk to them first or should we just get with the auditions?"
They look at each other and shrug. "Might as well make ourselves known"
As their manager calls out and draws everyone's attention to the center of the room, the group of them just gazes out and scans over the sea of hopefuls; Many of them girls, but a wide variety. Spike smirks and looks over at Xander "Well this doesn't have to be a complete waste"
"Well that Doctor is just a Jack-of-all-trades, isn't she?"
Taking a moment to comprehend the words, Spike looks over at Riley questioningly and somewhat hopefully. "Come again?"
Riley gives his friend a toothy grin. "I said; That Doctor is quite a Jack-Of-All-Trades" He then nods his head motioning across the room.
Spike quickly follows his eye line and soon spots his Doctor from the Club. "This is turning out better that I thought."
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Completely ignoring the snotty manager talking in the center of the room, Faith sighs and continues to read the hand written lyrics in her hands. "Are you guys sure this is the song you want to perform?"
"Yes" The rest of her band mates state in a union.
"But why this one?"
Willow sighs "Because it's the one we know the best"
Cordelia cuts in with a smug grin. "In worst case scenario, we could always play 'Angry Johnny"
Faith scowls at the comment "That wasn't even funny, Cordy"
She smiles smugly "oh yes it was, you just have no sense of humor."
"Whatever" Grudgingly, Faith look back down at her libretto double checking to make sure she does not slip up.
Out of the blue, she suddenly feels a forceful elbow thrust into her side. Letting out a muffled yelp, she turns and look sneeringly at Buffy. "What the hell?"
Grinning maliciously, she looks over at Cordelia; Faith follows suit. "What?"
She too grins "Look over my shoulder, Faithy."
"No, why?"
"Fuck, could you try not being so stubborn for once and just do it?"
"Fine whatever" Passively; she looks up over her shoulder. Not seeing anything instantly she primes herself to mock them, but then suddenly spots what they were giggling about. She suddenly freezes. For some reason unable to move. There he was. Spike Devilkin, fixated on her with a mischievous grin. Frantically, she break his gaze and look down at her friends whom are laughing madly. Faith scowl at them but does not move very much: Still feeling his eyes on her.
Reluctantly, letting her curiosity get the better of her, she lets her eyes trail back up to blondie. There he was, just as she thought, watching her. And laughing.
He nudges his friend –who, after plenty of Googling, found out name is Xander Harris. They whisper something to each other then both look back in her direction and grin.
Feeling Bored and somewhat frisky, she childishly sticks her tongue out at them. Instantaneously she feels a firm smack across the back of your head. Whipping around to spot the culprit, incredulously she glares at Cordelia. "What the hell is your problem?"
She rolls her eyes and speaks in the same loud whisper as Faith used. "I should be asking you the same question!"
She furrows her brow. "Whaa? Why?"
"What did you do that for?"
"Whaa… what did I do?"
She sneers somewhat. "Don’t play stupid Faith; you know exactly what you did!"
Looking around pensively, she thinks about it for a moment. "What? Stick my tongue out at them?" She nods as she continue. "Well what do you want… they were staring at me."
Again, she rolls her eyes. "Well duh, way to state the obvious"
Somewhat confused, she nods. "Right… So I was just giving them something to look at…"
"Well stop it."
Willow suddenly cuts in as the authority figure. "I swear if the two of you don't shut up, I'm gonna slap you both."
Faith and Cordy look at each other and shake their heads. "No you won't"
She raises her hand threateningly. "Wanna bet?"
"No!"
"Alright then both of you shush and listen."
"Yes mom" Placidly taking orders from their guitarist, the two girls turn their attention to the center of the room.
The woman in the middle of the flat concludes and hands off the microphone to the one and only blue eyed devil. The crowd goes somewhat wild as Spike steps forward with his trademark grin. "Alright, alright. Everyone calm down." He laughs and everyone in the room visibly swoons. "Alright Ladies and… Ladies. On behalf of Narcolepsy we like to thank all of you for coming out. We can not express how thrilled we are with the out come. As you all probably realized this was a somewhat last minuet gathering but from the looks of the talent in this room that probably won't be a problem."
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