To Be Continued
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"I do. But I'll need a few people to help. Up to it, Dru?" Angel asked, taking her hand in his briefly.
"Depends on what kind of 'help' you need." Spike growled, Angel rolled his eyes and released Drusilla's hand.
"A few back-up singers, that's all. Get that filthy mind of yours out of the gutter, Spike. Jeez. I want to do a song but I need a few backup singers. You can even do it if you really want. Come on." Angel said, standing up and walking toward the DJ, followed by Spike and Drusilla.
He got to the DJ's stand and spoke to the DJ for a moment. Then Angel took the microphone and went up on stage. Upon walking on the stage Angel was greeted by a few whoops and hollers from a couple of the female members of the crowd. A song began playing, neither Buffy nor the rest of the younger slayerettes recognized it, but Jenny recognized it eventually as Kiss' "Calling Doctor Love."
Angel's voice was clear and actually quite pleasant, considering the fact he was singing a Kiss song. "You need my love, baby, oh so bad/You're not the only one I've ever had/ And if I say I wanna set you free/ Don't you know that you'll be in misery?/ They call me Doctor Love" Angel sang, moving around the stage, radiating enough sexual energy to drive most of the women in the Bronze crazy. "Doctor Love" both Spike and Drusilla sang in the background, both with voices equally as good as Angel's. "They call me Doctor Love." "Calling Doctor Love" Spike and Drusilla sang in the background once again as Angel moved around the stage in a ball of seductive power which got almost all of the women in the Bronze lusting after the quite attractive vampire. "I got the cure you're thinking of." Angel sang as a woman who was in her middle twenties ran up on the stage in an attempt to put a twenty dollar bill down Angel's shirt.
This idea went over rather well with most of the female population of the club who moved toward the stage in a wave that resembled that of locusts in an attempt to get a piece of the sexy vampire by starting to stuff money down his shirt and pants as he sang. Once the song had ended Angel walked off the stage, his shirt half hanging on his shoulders since the top five buttons had been ripped off of by the mob, but he estimated he was about four hundred dollars richer as he collected all of the money out of his clothing while making his way back to his seat.
After Angel's performance even Willow, Cordelia and Jenny were a little effected, and Buffy was effected big time. They all knew that Angel was evil now, but they, along with all the rest of the women in the club, couldn't resist. "Well," Giles said after the departure of Angel from the stage, "That was certainly interesting."
"Yeah, I'll say. I don't think I've ever seen anything like that. Unless you count my dreams. Of course in my dreams I'm usually in the receiving end of the mob of women but--" Oz quipped.
"Oh, this is great! We all have to go on after that! How do I beat that?" Xander asked quickly, he was obviously quite concerned that the act he was planning would be downright boring as compared to the vampire’s.
"You could do a strip tease and give some lucky woman in the audience a lap dance." Buffy suggested, Xander just glared at her. Jenny stood up slowly from the table. "Are you going next?" Buffy asked.
"A woman singing should calm them down. Let's just hope that Angel doesn't decide to do an encore when he gets back or else there could be a riot or something." Jenny said before making her way to the DJ and then to the stage with the microphone in hand. She walked on stage and soon the song "Let's Hear It For The Boy" by Denise Williams came on. Jenny sang with a beautiful singing voice, swaying to the music of the song as she sang, her eyes never leaving Giles. There were quite a few men drooling as they watched, the most serious case of drooling was Giles', who was sitting at the table in slack jawed awe. When the song was over and she returned to the table Xander had to hit Giles’ across the back of the head to knock him out of his trance. "You--incredible." Giles stammered, still unable to form complete sentences.
While Giles still attempted to form actual sentences Spike stood up from his table. "Now that she's finished I can go do my song." Spikes said before leaving the table and making his way to the DJ's stand. Angel was sitting beside Drusilla attempting to fix his now ruined shirt (at least the $400 he made could buy more shirts) while Spike spoke to the DJ briefly before having the microphone bestowed upon him. He walked up to the stage, getting a few cat calls from the women in the crowd, the same ones that had given Angel the hollers as he came on stage. The music began playing; "Mony Mony" (Billy Idol version)began playing. "Shoot 'em down/ Turn around/ Come on Mony/ Hey, she give me love and I feel all right now/ You gotta toss and turn to feel all right/ And I feel all right./I said yeah/yeah/ yeah...."Spike sang with a very Billy Idol-like voice while doing his best Billy Idol impression, complete with sneer. In order to complete the look he removed his shirt. This too drove the overly excitable women in the Bronze crazy.
As the horde of women who had also made their way to the stage while Angel was singing began moving toward Spike, Drusilla stood up quickly, ready to defend her love from the incoming mob. The expression on her face and her body language that screamed "pissed off girlfriend" was enough to dissuade the mob, which moved back. Once the song ended Spike went back to the table again, Drusilla stood up and put a rather protective and very possessive arm around Spike. Then she led him away, probably to a back room somewhere for a little 'quality time' judging by the expressions on their faces. It was clear that Spike was not going back there to give singing lessons.
Back at Buffy's table Xander was once again beginning to worry. Not only did he have to compete with Angel's act but with Spike's act too. "Who wants to go?" Willow asked, looking around the crowd. Buffy let out a soft sigh and stood up. "Go Buffy!" Willow said with a smile. Buffy went to the DJ and got him to put her song on. She took the microphone and went to the center of the stage. Her eyes focused on Angel as the music began playing "I Will Survive." She sang, all the while looking at Angel.
Her mere presence on stage was enough to send the male population of the club into testosterone overdrive and caused the waitresses to have to start handing out napkins and wet naps to clean up the drool the male audience was leaving on the tables as they watched Buffy singing on stage. After she finished her song, she took a bow among shouts and yells and got off the stage and went back to the table. As she sat down Cordelia had to jab Xander in the ribs to stop him from staring at Buffy.
He had been ogling and drooling over her the entire song and Cordelia had enough of it. She stood up and made her way to the DJ. The slayer, watcher, techno-pagan, the werewolf, and slayerettes exchanged glances, all of them knew exactly what kind of a singer Cordelia was. Only one word could describe Cordelia's singing voice; wretched. She made her song choice and walked onto the stage, much to the delight of the male population. She began singing (and singing badly)Material Girl by Madonna. The majority of the audience covered their ears, Cordelia was far too involved with her singing to notice. The male members of the audience who had been so looking forward to hearing her sing; figuring such a pretty girl would have a pretty voice too were now just hoping she would stop singing and get off the stage.
Finally the song ended, the audience clapped loudly, mostly because they were glad she had finally stopped singing. Cordelia took her bows and blew kisses to the audience before returning to her seat and asking Xander, "What did you think?" It was the equivalent of 'do you like my new outfit?" when you hate it but can't tell her that.
"Nice." Xander said, going for the universal male answer when put in such a situation.
Cordelia seemed content with it as she let as mile broaden on her face. "Really?" she asked, bating her eyelashes.
As Xander attempted to get out of answering the question Spike came out of the back room with Drusilla at his side and walked over to Angel who had been sitting through Cordelia's entire performance, or rather, had suffered through Cordelia's entire performance. "Who was just torturing a bloody cat?" Spike asked, his nose crinkled in disgust.
"That was Cordelia singing." Angel answered with a small snort of laughter at Spike's facial response. "Well, look at it this way," Angel said as Spike and Drusilla took their seats at the table once again. "It can't get any worse than that." Angel said with a smile.
But things did get worse. A football jock went up next, attempting to sing "I'm Too Sexy." It wasn't a good song to begin with, but the jock was butchering it. His voice was cracky and kept changing pitches, resembling the sound that occurs when a television or a cheap radio are on the fritz. Angel, Spike and Drusilla sat, thinking their vampire ears, which of course are more sensitive than human ears, were about to start bleeding.
Back at the other table, the seven mortals whose ears weren't as sensitive were still suffering greatly. Once the jock got off the stage Buffy looked around the table to see who had yet to sing. "Who's up next?" Buffy asked, Oz smiled and stood up from the table slowly.
"Do you have a song picked out?" Willow inquired, Oz's smile broadened considerably.
"Oh, I have the perfect song picked out." Oz replied before walking to the DJ stand to request his song. He got the microphone and the song began playing. As the music began play, before Oz started singing, Giles and Jenny, the only two of the group who knew the song broke out laughing. It was "Werewolves of London" by Warren Zevon. As Oz began singing the slayer and the slayerettes finally got the joke which had made the watcher and the techno-pagan laugh so hard. "You hear 'em howling around your kitchen door/ You better not let ‘em in/ Little old lady got mutilated late last night/ Werewolves of London again/Ah hoo/ Werewolves of London/ Ah hoo /Ah hoo/ Werewolves of London." Oz sang well and got a loud applause from the audience but because he didn't put on the act like Spike or Angel had he didn't get a mob of groupies.
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