Fiona looked around for Jorgen (is that it?). She stood up on her tip toes, and searched around. She did spot that ******* Ragnard and stopped looking. She grabbed ehr guitar again, and put a black strap on it. "I dont have my electric with me.." she stated. She pulled out the butterfly barrette and set it on the table.
Jorgen smiled. While the band was practicing, he sang as Allor played a few bon jovi songs. Surprisingly, Jor could control the change in the pitches. He takes out his electic guitar and plays along. Allor smirked and sang along as a back up.
Lay your hands on me
Lay your hands on me
Lay your hands on me
Lay your hands on me
Lay your hands on me
Lay your hands on me
(Come on)
If you're ready, I'm willing and able
Help me lay my cards out on the table
You're mine and I'm yours for the taking
Right now the rules we made are meant for breaking
What you get ain't always what you see
But satisfaction is guaranteed
They say what you give is always what you need
So if you want me to lay my hands on you
Lay your hands on me
Lay your hands on me
Lay your hands on me
(all you got to do is)
Lay your hands on me
Lay your hands on me
Lay your hands on me
(Now listen up)
I'm a fighter, I'm a poet, I'm a preacher
I've been to school and baby, I've been the teacher
If you show me how to get up off the ground
I can show you how to fly and never ever come back down
Everything you want is what I need
your satisfaction is a guarantee
But the ride don't never ever come for free
If you want me to lay my hands on you
Lay your hands on me
Lay your hands on me
Lay your hands on me
(all you got to do is)
Lay your hands on me
Lay your hands on me
Lay your hands on me
(Insturmental)
Don't you know I only aim to please
If you want me to lay my hands on you
Lay your hands on me (Repeat to end)
(((Well, uh there are two new characters. ragnard and Fiona. Fiona is a bad@ss who invites Jorgen to this gig of hers, which unkowingly he accepted. She ends up playing with Al and Derek since Mike (other guitarist dude) is sick. Oy yeah, derek got arrested before they were introduced, but obviously he's out.)))
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Fiona watchs Jor, and she walks to the backroom. She curls her knees up, and rests her chin her knees. She looked down at the small pink heart on her big toe, and smiled. She looked over at her hard case, and looked at her guitar. Peices of her hair fell into her eyes, and she leaned abck looking into the mirror. It was obvious that Jor was way out of her league. She could still hear his voice from where she sat. She moved to her guitar, grabbing a clove cig from the stand and placing it in her mouth. She closed the hard case, and started for teh entrance, to leave. As she walked towards the entrance she looked at Jor and smiled, then proceeded towards her car.
She stopped and turned, her glossy green hues looked directly into his. "Oh, um... I jsut got a little nervous is all.." she told him, her hands clutching the handle to her hardcase, she looked down at her dirty feet. "I just figured um..." she muttered then looked back at him. "I got confused.. I dont know...." she chewed on her bottom lip and gave him a nervous smile. "Its just that, when cute guys are around that I really like. I get all antsy and nervous, and end up just uh....." she tryed to explain. "..leaving.."she said with her last breath.
Jorgen chuckled. He wasn't laughing at her but in realization that he had done it so many times it should be outlawed. Slowly he leans in and kisses her cheek. "I understand. If you want to stay you can; if you want to leave, you can. I don't want to pressure you into any relationship you don't feel comfortable in."
She smiled and blushed a bit, which wasnt something she normal did. "Relationship..." she smirked, and clutched onto the handle harder, her knuckles turned white. "I'll be in, in a sec. I just need a cigarette." she said giving him a sweet smile, and her free hand reached over and grazed the top of his. She winked and turned, walking barefooted towards her station wagon, with a small smile on her face. she turned back once more, to give him a quick glance.
She sat on her car, in her white skimpy dress and pulled out a black clove cig. she lit it, and debated on whether to go back in or not. She leaned back on her window, and looked up at the evening sky. The sun was setting, and the sky was a beautiful orange color, with streaks of blue and green running through. she took a small drag, and blew the smoke up.
Then she got that feeling again. That anxiety, that she hated. She sat up and looked at teh cafe, watching some attractive girls enter to watch the show. She got to her feet and walked to her car.
"Go in Fiona.." she told herself, but another part of her wanted to leave. She argued with herself, opening and shutting the door.
Jorgen was talking to Allor who shook her head. It was onviously something that stressed them both to talk about it. Allor nodded and Jorgen quickly gave her a friendly hug before going back to stand in the audience. He was waiting on Fiona. He hoped she would stay. If not then he would just be hurt again.