Narcolepsy was in the midst of a horrible pop song, courtesy of a blonde California native trio. Butterflies. Cotton candy. Cupid. It was all slightly sickening. Counting this one, Spike had counted twenty-four acts; twenty-three of which were a laugh. Garage bands that should not quit their day jobs. Each of them were way over the top; either exaggeratedly dark 'I-so goth-I'm-dead' type or bubble gum pink groups. He was beginning to regret this last minuet audition. He glanced at his other band members, and received a series of death vibes.
Ineptly, he turned back to the unearthly band at hand. At least they weren't too hard on the eyes. They were hot… all of them but that didn't make up for the fact that they were all musically challenged.
Sighing, he rubbed his eyes and looked down at the list in front of him. Five acts left, He skimmed over the names; The Slayerettes, Thorned, Black Lilac, Fatal Endearment, Adorable Allusion.
"All right!" Hearing Angel's upbeat voice, Spike looks up; suddenly realizing that the screeching was now replaced with sweet solitude. "That was great girls"
"Yea, nice job." Xander forces forward with an equally forged smile.
The Four band mates, stood up as the three girls walked up to shake their hands. "Just have a seat out side and we'll be making and announcement at the very of the audition."
After a few more giggled comments "The Bellas" exited the performance room.
Sighing in relief, the four men retook their seats at the judgment table.
"Is it just me…?" Riley runs his hand back through his hair and looks at the rest of his band mates. "Or do these bands seem to be getting worse and worse as the day progresses?"
"No, unfortunately since my ears have not imploded yet, I can hear them and yes they are getting worse." Monochromatically, Xander turns to Angel. "I thought you said we weren't gonna have any problems"
Angel suddenly becomes defensive and puts his hands up. "Hey I never…"
"Twenty-Seven bands guys!" Spike chimes in with a dry humored imitation of Angel's voice. "There has to be at least one that will work!" Taking a sip from his water bottle then returns to his normal tone. "If that wasn't the biggest crock of…"
"Oh shove it!" Angel growls at his cousin finally fed up with his comments. "If you were able to keep it in your fuckin pants, we wouldn't be in this mess!"
"HEY!"
"Don't even try it Spike! We all know you slept with every girl in the old band."
"Hell if I did!" Spike stands up defensively against Angels comment and snarls. "I only slept with the blonde chit! It's not my fault she wanted a freakin commitment."
"You lead her on, dimwit! Plus you shouldn't have even slept with her in the first place."
The bleached blonde's jaw drops at the statement. Even further infuriated by the fact that Angel was attempting to tell him what he was supposed to do. "And why the hell not?"
Angel holds up his finger in relation to his words to prove his point. "Well one, She was apart of our opening band. And two, because she's underage! Do you know how much freakin trouble you could get into if she decided to press charges? You'd screw over our whole band just because you wanted to get your fuckin rocks off!"
"She wasn't underage you stupid git! She was nineteen soddin years old!" In a brief moment of thought, a malicious knowing grin spreads across his face as he stalks closer to his opponent. "Oh you greedy bastard, you're bloody jealous aren't you?"
Continuing in their dance, Angel steps towards his cousin while furrowing his brow. ""What the hell do you mean jealous?"
"Don't play coy, Angel" The blonde sneers "You know exactly what I'm talking about. You're just jealous because I got to that ripe little peach before you did. You always were a sore loser weren't you?"
"You're fuc-"
Angel's tantrum is cut short by the loud crash of glass shattering. They both turn around towards the noise, only to be come face to face with a very stern Riley walking to them. "Both of you need to shut the hell up right now."
"Yeah guys come on…" Xander chimes in a less threatening tone behind Riley. "Look, we've already made it through twenty-four acts. Which means we only have three or four bands left. Let's just make it through these last few then after that you can rip each others throats out for all we care."
Riley moves in between the bickering duo, and looks at them both irately. "Do we have a deal?"
Hearing each of them mumble something inaudible on their behaves, Riley and Xander except it as their verbal concede. "Ok then, Angel you sit there and Spike you sit over there"
Unwillingly taking orders, the two cousins take their assigned seats at opposite ends of the table, like little kids, whilst growling to themselves.
Seconds later, Drusilla pokes her head through the door. "Are we ready for the next band?"
"Yeah Dru" Xander states, taking his seat "Send them in and it looks like we're gonna need a broom too… a glass accidentally shattered."
She nods skeptically then leaves the room.
Expectantly, moments later the door opens and Dru walks in followed by four young girls. All previous quarrels were lost as their eyes followed them to the center of the room, Riley nudged Spike as the two bartenders walked into the room. "Not only do they sing, but they serve drinks too."
Spike chuckled but never took his eyes off of his doctor. "We don't know they can sing yet"
"True" Riley sat back in his chair and watched the girls. The blonde from the bar caught his eye and smiled. He smiled back and wondered if he would still have a chance with her even if they didn't get the gig.
As the girls finished setting up, Spike decides to start the audition. "So, The Slayerettes," He catches the gaze of the girl who seemed to be the lead singer and grinned devilishly. "Care to introduce yourselves?" To his amusement, she froze with an ever so slight gulp, breath trapped in her throat. Frozen by enticement… This was gonna be fun
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