Whiskey stood ready as Sir Shredsalot swept into the instrumentals as lead guitar, with Mara covering the rhythm, as well as singing backup.  She closed her eyes and swayed to the beats pulsing against her chest.  When she opened them again, Jeri was no longer in the building.  It was just Whiskey now, her alter ego being pushed up from the depths by the raw, feral heat of the music.  When it was time, she stepped up to the mike and proved she had earned her place as lead singer.  She belted out the words, feeling them as if they were pouring out of her own heart.<br/><br/><div align="center"><em>Caught you in the act<br/>can't put up with that<br/>messing where you shouldn't be<br/>I wanna hear you say you're sorry<br/>Cause nobody takes advantage of me</em></div><br/>When they had played all the way through, she turned to Sir Shredsalot for a reaction.<br/><br/><br/><br/>