Won't you come see about me I'll be alone, dancing --- you know it
Baby Tell me your troubles and doubts
Giving me everything inside and out Love's strange --- so real in the dark
Think of the tender things
That we were working on
Slow change may pull us apart
When the light gets into your heart,
Baby Don't you forget about me
Don't, don't, don't, don't
Don't you forget about me
Will you stand above me
Look my way, never love me
Rain keeps falling
Rain keeps falling
Down, down, down
“Yes, yes. Turn it down. Way down.” Spike rolled his eyes. He took a swig of beer and observed the rest of the crowd. They all had pained expressions -- everyone accept Dawn. She watched Angel with a rapt expression, her eyes were all over him. She was probably imagining him in his knickers or in that damnable swim suit. Fruity bastard.
He looked over at Faith, she was ogling the eye candy but did it discreetly, she at least looked dismayed by the singing voice. Her eyes were soft though, a gentle expression was also on her face. Yep, she had it bad. He did sound like a foghorn. Bloody sire, singin’ a bloody song in the bloody nightclub when he should be at his bloody home readin’ a boring bloody book. Will you recognize me Call my name or walk on by Rain keeps falling Rain keeps falling Down, down, down Don't you try and pretend It's my beginning We'll win in the end I won't harm you Or touch your defenses
Dawn continued to watch Angel sing. Was it just her or was he amazing? He hardly slurred at all. She downed the rest of her drink. It could be the alcohol. And, wow, did he look good in black. Go, Angel! As he finished his song, she jumped to her feet to applaud wildly. She was the only one.
Angel left the stage and sat down beside The Host. “I can see you’ve had quite a few drinks, Angelicious. Pretty tune you chose, by the way.”
“Thanks.” He smiled broadly. “S’what’s it to be? What should I do?”
“Well, I can see a dark haired Slayer in your future. I know that for sure.” The Host winked. “Sure you aren’t interested in a green demon with a sweet singing voice and flashing red eyes?”
“Are you hitting on me?” Angel looked upset and then he grinned. He patted his hair. “I am kinda sexy, huh? I shoulda done that song, y’know the one.”
“The song?”
“The old one. . .oh, I know! I’m too Sexy.”
“I think we’ve already established that.” The Host said dryly.
“No!” Angel started to sing. Loudly. “I’m too sexy for my cat. Come on, pu–“
”Angel! Don’t you dare sing the rest of that lyric. This is a family place!” He hissed. Angel gave him a sideways look.“Okay, so it’s not. Just be quiet, like any good stealthy vampire.”
“Alright. If you tell me what I’m supposed to do. What do the Powers say?”
“They say that you need to make up your own mind.” He pursed his lips. “They do have more important things to do, like avert apocalypses and such. “ He pointed to his head. “This isn’t ‘Loveline’ you know.”
“Oh, yeah. That was really worth the public humiliation.” Angel scowled.
“Oh, be quiet.“ He thought a moment. “It’s not wrong to have feelings for Faith. I know that when you were with Buffy you had a thing for her. It’s not a sin to act on those. You don’t belong to Buffy. Give her a chance. And the other one too. She’s Buffy’s little sister but she’s not Buffy. Don’t forget that.” Before Angel could respond, he pointed to the stage. “Dawn’s on.”
Dawn stepped up to the microphone and looked at the prompter. Her song appeared. She took a deep breath and began to sing.
Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick, and think of you Caught up in circles confusionis nothing new Flashback--warm nights-- almost left behind suitcases of memories, time after--
Faith grinned. She elbowed Spike. “That’s my girl! She sounds damn good.” She beamed as any proud parent should.
Spike was transfixed. It wasn’t that her voice was perfect. It wasn’t. But it was pleasant and melodious, rolling across the stage to where he sat in the shadows, it entered his ears like rich warm honey. Beautiful. Just like she was. Instinctively, he knew that the song was for him. About him. And their relationship. It melted him on the spot. He rose to his feet but Faith grabbed his arm and shook her head. Oh, right. They were hiding from them, spying. Damn it. He sat back down.
Angel put his head in his hand. He looked at The Host, his features grave. “Do you think she sounds better than me?”
“Hush, Angelface. I’m listening.”
Sometimes you picture me-- I'm walking too far ahead you're calling to me, I can't hear what you've said-- Then you say--go slow-- I fall behind-- the second hand unwinds if you're lost you can look--and you will find me time after time if you fall I will catch you--I'll be waiting time after time
Dawn finished her song and smiled as the crowd broke into enthusiastic applause. “Thank you!” She bounded from the stage to table where Angel and Lorne sat. “So?”
“Sit your sweet self down, Dawn.” She sat down eagerly. “Really got a thing for this Spike guy, don’t you?”
She smiled shyly. “Yeah.”
“And someone else too?” He rose his eyebrows.
“Uh, no. Nope. No one else.”
Angel growled. “Who?”
“No one. He’s wrong.” Dawn gave The Host a feral smile. Even in her inebriated state she was a force to be reckoned with.
He took the hint. “Maybe I was mistaken.” He rolled his eyes and pointed to Angel. “I doubt he’ll remember anyway. He’s sloshed.”
“Whatever. So, how’s it going to go?”
“I have no idea. Nothing’s been decided yet. You need to make up your mind. Honey, Spike has been your dream lover for years. But you need to bring him into your real life. Real love is nothing like the fantasy. You need to let the Spike of your dreams go and embrace the man, er, vamp that he is. You also need to explore your feelings for the other--”
“Got it. Thanks, Mr. Host with the Most Man.” She said quickly. She stood on wobbly feet. “Ready to go, Angel?”
“I’m ready, princess.” He stood up and gave Lorne a broad smile. “You wanna kiss me goodnight, don’t ya? You think I’m a hunk of salty goodness. Don’t ya?”
“I think you’re drunk.” He shook his head . “Goodnight, Angelfood. It was nice meeting you, Dawn. You two kids go straight home now.” *********
Angel and Dawn had left moments ago and Spike was anxious to know his future. He stared down at the crowd from the stage. He loved this, loved being the center of attention. They were a rowdy group too. He grabbed up the microphone and began to belt out his song. As he did so, he strutted around the stage winking at the pretty girls. He lifted his lip up into a curl during his favorite parts and kept grinning at Faith. One Saturday I took a walk to Zipperhead I met a girl there and she almost knocked me dead
Punk rock girl Please look at me Punk rock girl What do you see? Let's travel round the world Just you and me punk rock girl
I tapped her on the shoulder And said do you have a bell? She looked at me and smiled and said she did not know
