.:Face The Music:.

[Spike]

The Russian Roulette. The hang out for todays generations of Mohawk, guy-liner, scar ridden teenagers. However, today one teenager stood out from the rest of the crowd the second he walked into the club with a guitar case slung over his right shoulder. This kids name...Spike-Hunter. He walked up to the stage, not saying much to anyone as he went to meet up with his band. He took out his guitar from it's case and after plucking a few strings, making sure his instrument was in tune he plugged it into a near by amp and pumped up the volume. He then walked up to the mic, adjusting it and tapping it a few times to make sure it worked.

"Yo boys and girls, we're a local band that most of you probably know. Our name is 'Strife' and we got a new song we think you folks will enjoy."Spike stated before looking over his shoulder at the rest of his band, making sure to get nods from them, letting him know they were ready.

"Ok you guys ready? 1. 2...1, 2, 3, 4!"Spike shouted into the mic before starting the song with a sweet riff. He tapped his head and shook his leg in rhythm to the song. Jumping once or twice before he started to sing.

"So please don't ask me how
I ended up at my wits end and breaking down
Pages torn from books we never read
because we're plugged into this grid
don't pull this plug right now or then we'd really have to live.

When i die will they remember not what i did but what i haven't done?
it's not the end that i fear with each breath, it's life that scares me to death.

When we built these dreams on sand
how they all slipped through our hands
this might be our only chance.

Let's take this one day at a time
i'll hold your hand if you hold mine
the time that we kill keeps us alive."Spike sung, continuing to play his guitar as he done so, he grinned as he took a few breaths before starting to sing once more.

"Your words won't save me now
i'm at the edge feeling the sweat drip from my brow
get a grip on yourself is what they say
every hour every day
hands over my ears, i've been screaming all these years.

When i die will they remember not what i've done but what i haven't done?
it's not the end that i fear with each breath, it's life that scares me to death.

When we built these dreams on sand
how they all slipped through our hands
this might be our only chance.

Let's take this one day at a time
i'll hold your hand if you hold mine
the time that we kill keeps us alive."Were the words that poured from the teenagers mouth, singing at a rather fast pace and only taking a breath here and there. His voice sounded rather raspy and deep, but in a good way. Very punkish.

"We came in search of answers
we left empty handed again
shots fired into the sky are now returning."He started a few seconds later, dragging out each word before taking a large breath.

"Where the fuck will you hide?"Dragging out the last word for a few seconds before he jumped back, playing the next riff a grin plastered on his face as he jumped about, going back to back with the lead guitarist as he played the solo.

"You guys having fun?"He asked the crowd via the mic only to be answered by a roar from the crowd, kids jumping down and headbanging with the rhythm of the song.

"Oh hell yes, they're fucking loving it dude."Spike stated with a chuckle to the lead guitarist before the band began to wrap up the song.

---A Half-Hour Later---

After a bunch of other songs and lots of singing and playing Spike was pretty damn tired. He decided to hit the bar and make the most of the night before going home. And so he made his way there waving back to various fans of the band, a smile on his face. Once at the bar he set Rebels case up against the bar and took a stool beside it, pulling out a cigarette and lightning it before telling the dude behind the bar to get him a JD and coke.

Man, Spike had the weirdest feeling tonight was only starting....

[Shahal]

Shahal had decided that perhaps tonight she would be quiet so antisocial, that and it had been a good while since the last time she had gone to the Roulette and scared the kids there, or listened to any live music. So she got dressed for the evening, nothing spectacular, just some old tartan pants and vest with her boot and trench, after all she really wasn't going out to impress anyone. After Arioch re-bandaged her hands, they were finally starting to heal, she holstered her guns and left for the club.

She walked in and was immediately struck by the sound of a band playing, listening to their music she decided that they weren't half bad, and Shahal prowled over to the bar, where she sat drinking and listening to the band play. When the band was done she noticed that the lead singer was walking over to the bar and she decided that there wouldn't be any harm in speaking with him, even if she had picked up on the fact that he wasn't exactly human.

"That was damn good set you played," Shahal complimented as she looked over at the boy, he was smoking a cigarette and that of course caused her to crave one as well, but she figured she'd just have one later, smoking was something that she didn't actually do that frequently anymore, unlike drinking which was a habit that seemed to be on the rise.

[Spike]

Spike seemed pretty happy sitting at the bar, drinking and smoking. Despite the fact that the rest of the band were heading off to a house party a few blocks away. Spike just wanted to chill for the moment, his throat was sore from the singing and he just wanted to chill for a while. The party was gonna be on for ages still, so he had plenty of time before heading out there.

"That was damn good set you played,"

Spike looked around at the person that had complemented him, seeing a rather hot girl at the stood beside him, he simply smiled, happy that another person enjoyed the show.

"Thanks, but it's the rest of the guys that make the magic happen."Spike stated, being modest as he usually was. He took another sip from the glass the bartender had given him, filled with ice, coke and good ol' Jack Daniels.

"I'm Spike by the way. You are?"Spike asked looking over to the girl again after setting his cigarette down on a ashtray.