Whiskey came alive when Tony stepped up his drum playing, closing her eyes and listening to Mara's rendition on the electric guitar, Angel on the bass.  Yeah, this was her heartbeat--what made her live.  She swayed, getting into the rhythm, every beat of the drum resonating inside her chest.  She opened her eyes and they were darker, more intense.  This was her addiction, her reason for being.  She took one step forward and let the words boil up from deep inside and tear from her throat,<br/><br/><em>"You deceive me when you need me..."</em><br/><br/>Her hips gyrated and she looked straight ahead, as if she could see an audience out there.  When she finished, fine beads of perspiration were on her forehead.